[165] Time Stops In Your Arms

You live in the past so much I almost believed you lived in Pangea Categorising your flaws to pick them apart when the time comes but does the time come for people who live in the time that's gone Sometimes I wonder if I existed before you Would that be the only way of confirming [...]

[164] Ignorance Lives

I need something to worry about to cancel out how peaceful I’ve been feeling for a while a peace that i craved but which only brought a feeling of uselessness and a twisted sense of wanting drama with a fading memory of the pain that I’ve conquered through time It’s a complex thought of needing [...]

[163] Ignorance Kills

On the way to destroy my demons. I carry answers to my failures in the form of memories of my success A past joy of winning weighed down by the uncertainty of the present times I live tedium in a loop pushing expectations far away walking in a green meadow underneath a cloudy storm The [...]

[162] Blurred Times

Revive who I was [an anomaly] when I first met you Try it one more time [persistence] Let me crumble before you It's a wonderful sight Searching for a hand or grabbing for breath capturing it inside for times like this [delusional] when you take it all away or for times like those when you [...]

[161] One of Those Times

I'm on the edge of fading Lack of self-control in your eyes is raging The honesty is no longer hidden The silence is brutal but the end of it will be killing us We're trapped in a polaroid image Swapped each other out from a digital pillage We'll think of saying sweet nothings to each [...]

[162] Blurred Times

Revive who I was [an anomaly] when I first met you Try it one more time [persistence] Let me crumble before you It's a wonderful sight Searching for a hand or grabbing for breath capturing it inside for times like this [delusional] when you take it all away or for times like those when you [...]

[160] Taken/Taking For Granted

I fail to shrug off the fragrance of your rosy breath that curls itself like a wrinkle growing into my age Can I keep it even when you're gone? like the sounds of your turning in the bed They drown out the winds of harshness that time carries with it as we decay into white noise [...]

[159] The Return of The Symphony

To let the music write a story in your mind is an experience like no other. The language of music ranges from producing emotions such as anger, love, hopelessness and sometimes all of these in one go. My mind was writing a story tuned to Mozart's Piano Sonata No.16 Andante. A story of a slow [...]

[158] Dreams of Sleeping

Silence is threatened when disruption becomes eternal The sunshine wanes and the clouds warn of thunder Although it's only a warning You react as if it is happening As if the gods have descended on this hell as a form of last resort This city looks like hell then you turn and its heaven The [...]

[157] Information Overload

My attention wavers when I hold you You give me excitement in the form of acceptance I give you my attention as a form of currency Then I crib about how little of it is left in me to concentrate on this other life where it feels difficult to get into the zone to really [...]