happenings

what can be done but store more inside...
when everything has been released,
something else builds up,
such a never ending process,
exhaustion but yet necessary,
what can be done but just learn to control,
learn to stopper somethings,
to wear shades during the night,
pointless effort when the sun is going to rise,
it all seem so pointless,
such a sad emotion to face,
knowing life is built up on more,
or is that itself untrue?
its such a small role,
is it not?
when it is scarred with human perception,
it looks weak and now defiled,
its just messed up with everything,
now looked upon as a burden.

with the confusion,
comes the peace i have been searching for.
with the blame,
comes the acceptance i have been asking for.
with being pressured,
comes the control of different emotions.
with being misunderstood,
comes the understanding of situations.
with all the everything,
comes getting everything.

an odd sense of having no idea,
of much uncertainty and yet,
i like it.


slkv,
wvhriv,
bvzim.

Stop

placing fear into others,
wait till the crack deepens,
let me try to mend it,
before that sledgehammer comes any closer.

please don't let that happen,
don't test the patience...
i don't want to experience it,
nor others.


deep breaths,
blood pressure.

stare back

perfection?
you think so?
what are you trying to show?
the amount of nonsense you keep bringing up.
you never learn, repeated so many times you never learn,
its plain common sense,
a simple betray of trust,
your hypocritical action speaks,
you show its all possible,
promises just pass your mind like its nothing,
you expect us to keep ours?
we do it to maintain what was created,
you look at it like its an attraction point,
do you still lack that worthless attention?
you won't ever get it,
cause you don't want to,
denial is your speciality,
fool yourself for thats the best way for you now.

its not

a mirror.

o yes, the typical scene,
you see yourself,
mirroring your hand gestures.

his hands raised,
as yours follows,
observing both hands falling.

'i don't need an image,
i am that image.'

you pick up the broken shards of glass,
to have twenty blood smeared smiles,
directing to the same thing.

what are you then?
the image of an image
made by images?

do you care?
do we care?
just live

how its desired...

sorry...
i am so so so sorry...
i can't return,
what was shown...
i can't express,
how it shouldn't be expressed...
that evening mood,
just breaks that concrete wall...
everyday...
every time...
the hurt is nothing cause it isn't worth the hurt...
blank pain...
i am so sorry...
goodnight


it's beyond me,
or at least,
i want it to be.

plausible

where has it gone?
its....stuck.....
i know its there....
what have you done.....
why are you doing it again....
is it real this time? if it is,
stay...

getting better

can you blame me?
it happened, the whole cycle...,
all over again...
but its so different,
just like the smell of freshly baked pastry,
or that gentle touch of morning light through opened windows.
limitation is pointless, when it isn't wanted to begin with.
a road block placed simply because it can be done.
to stop something so it can continue.
its so messed up, but thats when you get the best out of it.
who in their right mind thought they can make simple what already was.
it only began to seem difficult when envy was added.
simple to simple, you complicated something you tried to simplify,
yet you deny cause you don't want to give up either.
both brings out opposite emotions, yet it is such in unity.
so we leave it as it is, knowing but ignoring,
cause it just feels so good,
and cause it feels so right.
can you blame me?