[104] A Story With No Ending

The anguish your lips make me feel defeat the constant melancholy I feel For they don't touch my lips nor do they open for my ears They stay put Opening only to close breathing only to swallow words back while my mind conjures what you didn't say and twisting what you didn't mean Alas, I am [...]

[104] A Story With No Ending

The anguish your lips make me feel defeat the constant melancholy I feel For they don't touch my lips nor they open for my ears They stay put Opening only to close breathing only to swallow words back while my mind conjures what you didn't say and twisting what you didn't mean Alas, I am a [...]

[103] The Myth of Doom

Walking the thin line between inactivity and pain a devil's workshop An atmosphere of echoes surrounds with the gentle brush of memories making me reflective but not blue The silent and the omnipresent distraction makes way for a remembrance of a feeling or my memory of that feeling that no longer resides in truth but [...]

[102] The Tragedy of a Muse

I am the shadow of your gloomy nights A nobody, a reflection of the dark Just to hear your silent contemplation of where you are & where you wanted to be Just to watch you deny death as you almost throw the pen away from your mess of a mind You try to hear a sobbing [...]

[101] Last Disguise

To not exist only in the eyes of others but only in my own as a manifestation of confidence unlike what the world wants of me A bundle of chaos that tries to undo himself for the amusement of others All I was, All I will, All I am is a lasting invisible radiance of [...]

[100] Keeping It Inside

He slept on her side But his mind was above Like a cloud full of rain Waiting to just burst But he watched her go to peace One of those rare times While he simmered up inside An effort to stay still An effort to let this night by He couldn’t understand All the things [...]

[99] The Melancholy Night 1 – Chasing Sleep

It's 4:30 AM I cannot sleep. I'm in the grips of insomnia. Thoughts are fleeting and I no longer have the energy to make them stop. It's no longer the individual thoughts that hurt me, its the collective pace of them all that makes them unrecognizable. Only the feeling remains, the facts are aloof. I [...]

[98] Why Do We Dream?

dream of what's beyond you sure, you won't reach it at least you'll be closer to it than now dream of lies that you won't speak they will remind you of what you choose not to possess or let it possess you dream of the success you can't achieve they will tell you the reason [...]

[97] The Less I Know The Better

Do we produce work just to keep busy?  The act of doing puts us into a trance of forgetfulness of our inabilities to actually produce a work that challenges the current thinking and has the ability to stand the test of time. This is masked by the illusion of improvement which journey to reach a level. [...]

[96] The Weight of The Universe

The universe curled around her neck Sometimes it tightened Sometimes it expanded Her reaction for both though Was from a dark philosophy that always left her gasping  She stepped on the streets to find them all staring Trying to touch the wind that drove all around her Never realising that to her It was a [...]