March 21, 2007
When I smile?
Why I cry
Like an innocent child?
Every moment I try to think of a happy moment
I feel like I am empty inside
The hassles I have gone through
All through my entire life
I feel, as if though, I am unworthy of this life
I am unaware of what lies on the way to take me on it's stride
I am the sun that slowly withers away
The darkness that fills up the room when the light is switched off
I am the thought that passes through a person's mind
The anxieties of an alone, lonely child
I am the feeling that is borrowed within
I am the shadow that conceals itself to its whims
I am but the life that I live
Do I really ever exist?
March 20, 2007
I feel like I miss you for eternity - a time
I am full of energy, flare and galore
I am so happy but my mind wants to ignore
I cherish the love that I feel
But go on with my life - with it - to conceal
For now is not a time to lose sight of the right track
For the end result to come out and for me to be able to understand
I am waking up to a new me
The one I have always wanted to be
For a lifetime to live
A soul to give
A heart forever yours
Your face, your presence, that has me standing still
Yet, I still don't understand
Why is it that you don't want me as your man
For you say you feel not for me
Nor does your heart and mind
Is it a game of agony I put myself into?
Or the truth that I am - to - blind?
I only wish for your heart and your smile
I want nothing but happiness for all your life
I only want you forever by my side
But reality bends for no one and no one should ever have to live a lie
Of all the women in the world
I only want you
You always ask me 'why'
And I tell you 'because I sense it is the truth'
March 15, 2007
That I kiss away
The child within you
That would go around and play
The life within me
That begs for you
The light that you shine
Gets me through the day
Of the laughter that I hear
Of beauty that I see
Of the smile I die for
Of the soul that I have found within thee
Change always comes
And everyday is just as it is
The beauty of love and life is like the numb(ness)
That I feel when I see you in front of me
To the loneliness that I forever confide
To the past dreams I used to have
To the cherished soul within me that would have fun and laugh
I say 'goodbye'
I also say 'hello'
To the brand new page that I am about to embrace
To the life I wish to start
To the stars that fill up my sky
To the people that say everything is impossible and never question 'why?'
I say to them
That this is me
The stubborn personality
That I will always be
This is my life
This is my chance
No time to cry
No time for romance
Forget the heartache
Bury the pain
Is just another new day
March 12, 2007
Don't ask me where I've been
It's not that important
Compared to the state of the world that we now live within
We live through our dreams today
Yet we die tomorrow
We have no gain
Yet we go in vain
By killing each other
There's no such thing as peace
Unless we work on realizing the goals we want to achieve
We don't know what's right from wrong
The sins we did in the past, we do not own
The choice of life is given to us when we are born
But to speak your mind is considered a crime that we're equitted of, when we're done
The time we live in
The path we take on
Choices we don't own
But are imposed
So, you ask me were I have been
And you ask me who I am
Would you still like to know?
Would you - I wonder - understand?
I am out there risking my life
Every hour, every day
Looking out with no fear and the belief of a dream
We can't live if we're not free
Life is so much more with the ability to breath
Take a chance
Take a look around
Breath in the soul
That'll try to break you down
The choice of life has been down to me
I choose to live
To be set free
As this is who I am
This is who I will always be
March 11, 2007
But I will be pursuing the chance to become a writer and columnist with a free and open minded opinion in a bid towards revealing the truth.
Once things do get into a roll with me sometime soon this month, I shall know when.
Until then, I guess I am in the dark as much as you are of my future but not on my perspectives, my wants, and my solid beliefs, of which that will never change as long as I live.
For to change for something is to admit your defeat to the world unless your whole soul is convinced and adheres thereunto.
March 04, 2007
Take out my pain
I want to cry
Cry out in vain
I want to rip out my heart
Until my body can no longer feel
Where pain is a friend
With no secret to conceal
I want to stab myself
And bleed in vast amounts
Where the only choice given
Is beyond any reason to doubt
I want to cry an ocean of tears
Bare the happiness that this world concieves
And no longer become a human being
But a broken heart
A person with no soul
Only candlelight in the dark
I want to n longer exist and comprehend
Become mentally challenged so I wouldn't be able to repremend
A lonely heart
A lonely soul
A world that doesn't want to give back
A fool with horns
A choice I wish I could take
A choice I bare to my dying day
Conjucted minds of mission upon mission
A lie of a tale that takes only prisoners
I want to cry out
I want to die now
I want to no longer live
In this world I see now
Someone please end my pain..
February 26, 2007
He woke up with a fear of terror. Of pain and grief and feelings that he never felt before. He woke up to the change. People he had never seen their face. He woke up from a slumber of both body and mind. Of where beauty once lay; and now ugliness leaves its trail behind.
‘I must be dreaming to see all this disaster and commotion
I have to wake up; to get up; and shake free these notions’
Of a life once past and now has changed. Of timid waves that slowly drift away. Of sadness so appealing, it takes over your soul. Of the life we know not; no longer; anymore.
He looks at the trees that were once green. That had birds perched on its branches and protected by its leaves. He looks at the shadows the Sun shuns away. He looks at the dried land of where water was once astray.
Sadness and grief fill his heard and soul. No one around to help him off the rock bottom floor.
‘Not a wind
Not a breeze
Not a cloud in the sky
To cool down the burning sensation in my feet’
The black ocean that surrounds dead meat. Everywhere he goes, he is met by grief. The morbid sense of fate that owned by man. His fault. His guilt. The consequences on which he could comprehend. The warning signs that just never ceased to end.
‘There may be seven skies that I live under
But I failed to come to terms with the responsibility that resulted in my plunder
I had chosen to turn a blind eye to the small considerate facts
Thinking that it was all a phase and that, with time, it was going to pass
I made a mistake that is unforgivable
The choices I heed, the example I lead, the future tells me now that such options, put on ground, were not indestructible’
He walks the planks of burnt wood in dismay. The life these pieces use to fortale.
‘There are no children
There is no sound
Just the smell of death, all around
I’ve seen the worst
In my days
The life I used to give
To see that one true bright day
Have we learnt nothing?
To come to such a day?
To live in the misery of our ill-choices?
The feeling of heartache vain?
I choose not to give in to this circumstance.
I choose hope and the ability to make future generations understand
Understand that it is within their hands
They hold the hope of a new future
The bounds are limitless, borders unknown
Only the mystery of our future that lies ahead’
Kneeling down, to his knees, he sees a plant that has been pulled out of the ground. He surrenders to the new will to change his future of which he has now found.
Takes the plant into hand. Gently replanting it into the Earth.
'Now, I have set a new hope for tomorrow
All that’s left is for us to see how well our unborn children learn to cope’
February 21, 2007
The current going title for the collection is 'Private & Confidential'.
I am setting a deadline for me to finish it between 6-12 months time for an early 2008 release, inshallah.