Tuesday, June 26, 2007

why you oughta take that flight?

Reason is tricky. Sometimes things are more meaningful without a reason. Sometimes things become complicated when you apply reason to them. Sometimes reason makes it easier to justify to yourself and others. Sometimes reason makes it blurry for you and others to understand ambiguity that seeks you.

Reason never made much sense to me. Maybe professionally, but personally, if anything I’ve just found myself complicating things at the altar of reason.

Have you ever been in a panic situation, where you hit the distress button, hung on to woe and let yourself go speed ahead with abandon, without reason, without a moment’s contemplation about the conclusion. It’s an addiction. And the feeling of not being dependant on reason, the obscurity of not being able to explain to yourself, the experience of complete chaos and varying peaks of high and low is beautiful. It’s futile no doubt, coz you wake up to a reality that demands a reason for such transgression.

Sometimes, you don’t want to wake up. You find peace in the chaos when you’re confused. You’re distressed, but you don’t want to let go. You’ve lost hope, but reason is not an option.

In his nightmares, he sleeps so sweet like a child...This is my December.

Friday, June 22, 2007

...regret sucks even more!!!

I’m the things you’ve done, and cannot undo.
I haunt you…
I’m the shadows you hid behind and took refugee in
I betray you…
I’m the pain you caused them, I return to you
I sting you…
I’m the sadist who made you detest and despise
I defeated you…

I’m the woe that got you high
I made you an addict
I’m the illusion that made you build your bubble
I made you burst it
I’m the whore who made you push them away
I made you distant
I’m the denial who made you run away from the truth
I made you apathetic

I took you to the peak
You soaked in the sweet glory
I pushed you off the edge
You still held on to me
I dug a grave for you
You never questioned me
I threw sand on you
You knew I betrayed you.
You lost them
You lost yourself.
Goodbye.

You’ll never fly, my sweet child.

I’m the voice in your head
You’re my bitch
I Control you
I’ll destroy you piecemeal.
Cry. Scream. Hide. Run.

Out of the closet
And into the open
You thought you wouldn’t betray them
I betrayed you
You’re drowning in your own hurt
But it’s too late to say I’m sorry.
Guilt sucks!
Regret sucks even more!
I loathe you.
Adieu.





Friday, June 08, 2007

Two Times November

She soars higher
With the tease of a mild zephyr
Floating purposeless
She enjoys her random flight
An ascending high
Only to be plummeted by tug of a string
A kite’s misery
Her brief escalating sail reclines

Flying ..carefree
Soaring…eyes closed
Plummeting…dejected
Two times November
She glided a kite’s flight.
Two times November
Twice jaded.
Wax dreams
Ladder in a bubble and a string of hope,
T’was delightful
Against the vast blue spread turning from cobalt to Prussian
Her silhouette charcoal
Burnt under the twinkle of a fading Star
Like a flying Icarus
Burnt and fallen.
Dreaming …unbound
Feeling…perfection
Burnt… foolish
Two times November
She became the fallen Icarus
Two times November
Twin tragic-comedy
A bitter-sweet chronicle
Two times November
Two times sewn