I wanted to see the world
Not captured on a camcorder
Transmitted to passive viewers,
Nor in the form of mental images
While I read about other men’s travels.
I wanted to be free.
Free to roam, free to be lost.
Listening to nature’s call
To lead me where it wills.
Something is wrong with me.
I don’t feel I have enough friends in my life. Yes, there is quite a number of people and acquaintances, but it doesn’t feel like friendship to me. But then, the concept of friendship has always been a little vague to me. We know we need to make “good friends”. And while “good friends” is subjective, it is still very confusing. Who qualifies as a good friend? I have my values and other people have theirs. Okay I’m supposed to link up with people who share the same values as I.
I have no idea what is going on with me.
I have been struggling to write a single poem for months now and failing. My journal is full and instead of getting a new one, I want to force myself to become digital and use the diary I have on my phone but I couldn’t, so i decided to go back to my book, but it seemed as if the door has been locked. Continue reading “Conflict”
“This is the last time”, I thought. But I knew it wasn’t. I knew this was just like the twenty times I’ve said that before as I shut my door and pulled down the window shades. I took a deep breath and turned the music way up. This has been my habit for the past 32 days since I attended what was the party of the school year. I’m not one that parties, which was not by choice but, no one really wanted a nerd at their party, so you can imagine my surprise when Clara, the class queen’s closest friend, Tolani, asked me if I wanted to attend a birthday party.
Continue reading “The Last Time”
All his life, he had been favored, he came to believe in the supernatural as there was no other way to explain his good fortune. As a kid, he always got the best even in odd circumstances. Some would say the heavens had smiled on him, others would say it is mere coincidence while the rest believed it was the hand of fate, after all, que sera sera, so no matter what, it is planned already… but all along, he always knew there was more to his story, even if he couldn’t quite place his hand on it. Continue reading “The Story of a Life of Lie.”
As I lay in my bed, exhausted from the days work, I yawn and stretch… Finally, I thought, I will sleep and relax, I will regain my strength and be refreshed by morning. I use no pill tonight to help me sleep, no Continue reading “Last Night, In My Sleep…”
Am I still here?
Not my body, but my whole self
I feel like an empty soul with a body and a beating heart
What’s life without purpose?
Its like a feather on the blue sea
Afloat but lost…
What is breath with nothing to live for?
Empty life, I say
Lost for all time.
Continue reading “Scattered Thoughts (2)”
