She was beautiful, but not like those girls in magazines. She was beautiful for the way she thought. She was beautiful for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. No, she wasn’t beautiful for something as temporary for her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul. And that is why I fell for her. Because even if I burn out, she will take care of me. I know that is incredibly selfish, but she makes up for all of it by just being…read more
This is for those who never stop and stay,Those whom life never lets astray.For they do not have a set path,And for whom there is no hold steadfast. They might be awalkin’ amongst you guys,Haunted souls who never seem unalive.Either bristling with uncontained energy,Or roving the depths, they will be! Those who seem to have no home,Roaming about like a vagabond.Shooed wherever they might go,By the others or their own heart’s flow. They’re restless like a hungry fly,And will be till the day they die.For nothing will ever close the…read more
The stars shone above,Echoing the world she lost;Bringing back the time she would bow,If she had not kept her trust. She thought of the toil she had done today,And her net so full of fish,She felt content, keeping hunger at bay,And was ready for tomorrow’s dish. The smell of the earth and sea,And the fragrances playing with the falling dusk,Lulled her into reminiscing sleep,Calling upon her story of strife and lust. She went back to the day,When she was set free,Splendidly wrapped, fresh and gay.Twas the day when she would…read more
“You are mad”, It has been said, When times are bad, and great plans are being laid. Scoffed by all, Even the common folk, The madman is, When he uses his yolk. For in their own small homes, Unthinking beyond, They do not see the mind flown, The genius spawned. For the madman is unlimited, unbound, By the bonds of the lot, And once those concerns deleted, The madman hatches his prodigious plot. Such outrageousness, shocks many, But in the end, After the death of cacophony, The madman has made…read more
It’s hard to be young nowadays.We have no revolution, no war.No plagues, and no dictatorship.There’s nothing new, because everything ends up being a copy of the copy of an idea that someone else has already had, a long time ago.Religion doesn’t hold us anymore.Neither does morality. We simply face life, and carving it, deal with it and with the people around us.And for me that has become an impossible task.I’d rather have problems like those at the beginning, where it’s easier to deal with, because we know what we are…read more
Our reunion needs no words, dear,For there is nothing to say,You complete me in such a way,As might a lover to a girl. Mistress of my soul,How do I speak with you?For my words meander on your infinity,And your answer does come from the fall.It leaves me so enamoured and full,That I do not even need a beckoning call. How do you know, how to quench this thirst,And calm my weary quarrelling soul,The secret which even I do not know,Even though I hold it in it’s earthly hole.Where do you…read more
I stood on the edge of the precipice,Wind ruffling through my haggard face,A chill eating into my bones.My rags barely holding on,From falling into the abyss. The angered multitude pushes me on,Into the eternal onyx chasm.Their pitchforks and rakes evilly gleam,In the light of the treacherous embers. I stand on a knife’s edge,On my fore, destiny darker than black.Following me, the sky itself sanguinary.A fateful choice must be made,For even purgatory does not desire me. A tempest roars its unearthly arrival,And brings forth the cleansing rain.A torrent of unimaginable suffering,Brought…read more
Words of wisdom from a little girl: u knw ppl like u n mefeellike if they get happywhole world will try n snatch it away frm themn ders a certain feeling dat if sumthinsg happy ders certainly sumthin wrongit won last longn ur not meant fr itits all in d mindu jsut need to fight ur own selfn talk n talk n talk a lotevn when most of it si usless:-/u think ur doomed to be sadWell, I think this is just that I don’t get angry a lot, and…read more
So, I drew this dragon the other day. How’s it? 😉
In the land of the mind,Not of the barren kind,Is the dreamer’s lair,Amongst which is creativity the flair. The terrain isn’t flat,Maybe in peace or in combat,But never will it be,Part of monotony’s conspiracy. Never are they bored,Or predictable or uncontrolled,For one day they may dance with a dragon,And the next make elixir in a flagon. Unbounded by time and space,Above the rat race,Of trivial things they do not care.,And of life’s experiences they share. Poets, philosophers,Thinkers and inventors.In the midst of life’s plight,These dreamers show us true light. Wisdom’s…read more