Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Round n Round n Round We Go
They call it a life circle.
Does that mean every time you take a step forward, you actually end up being that much closer to your past? In that sense, isn't past the only thing that will last?
If we are going around in circles, won't the point of origin and end together come? what then, are we getting to and what are we getting away from?
If what goes around, comes around, doesn't it then make more sense to stand your ground, than going on? And wtf then is moving on?
If we are going to finish from where we started, does that mean you're going to bump into all those from whom you have parted?
They call it a life circle for a reason, i know. The reason just passed me by though.
Does that mean every time you take a step forward, you actually end up being that much closer to your past? In that sense, isn't past the only thing that will last?
If we are going around in circles, won't the point of origin and end together come? what then, are we getting to and what are we getting away from?
If what goes around, comes around, doesn't it then make more sense to stand your ground, than going on? And wtf then is moving on?
If we are going to finish from where we started, does that mean you're going to bump into all those from whom you have parted?
They call it a life circle for a reason, i know. The reason just passed me by though.
Monday, October 31, 2011
Acid Burn
those days filled with staring at the sun
are blinded now
these are blind spots
swimming in an abyss
closed eyes show you what they miss
monochrome images seared at the back of your head
colours flowed away as their veins bled
those days filled with staring at the sun
leave marks today like an acid burn
like an unforgiving acid burn
are blinded now
these are blind spots
swimming in an abyss
closed eyes show you what they miss
monochrome images seared at the back of your head
colours flowed away as their veins bled
those days filled with staring at the sun
leave marks today like an acid burn
like an unforgiving acid burn
Monday, October 24, 2011
The Late Night Duet
After the dance that the fingers danced/
Starting from the hollow of her neck/
To the small of her back/
The lights went dim/
The flame of the candles traded their shyness in/
For bold scented flickerings/
The purple theme turned into a scarlet hue /
Then the fingers met/
And danced the dance that was a duet/
Friday, October 21, 2011
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