[173] Winds of Stillness

Each day seems to last forever A consistent heavy rain to keep you inside You're scared to love again but you still flirt with time and let the flame burn until it develops into a fire within that reminds you that love is really not your thing

[172] The Castle Crumbles

Remembrance longing and forgetting Mindless noise of the tv filling up silences A castle weathering heavy rain It’s a kingdom on the verge of decay Red carpet with dark red stains My thoughts reaching out for nothing I held the wine but the wine couldn’t hold me together and the stars couldn’t shine through the [...]

[171] How To Find Balance in Life

Staying in your room for long hours helps you connect with your inner voice. You're finally able to identify why you aren't making some decisions and why you're making some. Decisions as trivial such as fully focussing on the TV show you're watching and denying yourself that decision by holding the phone in your hand [...]

[170] The Last Memory

Our memory feels like the shadow that we can never touch again like the rain that will eventually evaporate But at least we've got our imagination to watch one another when we're not around An ambulance wails and everyone's attention turn towards that voice of death Eventuality dawns on the lovers at the beach as [...]

[169] Why We Hate Each Other

lost in the way to define simplicity so i carry complexity in my words to mask incoherence and insecurity to mask the lack of confidence everyone else are lost in their own ways too some accept their loss some ignore it all some try to project so they still walk some stop and share their [...]

[168] We’re Alone Together

Usually our love is lost in the cold looks and the silences with rain unifying our sanity but this day our vision lost its clarity and we didn’t let the rain talk as we spoke over each other losing touch with brevity Stuck in our past ways Held by the present Falsely accusing the future [...]

[167] Fond Farewell

Your last words stung me like a memory waiting to be formed and then hide itself only to knock me down when I'm at the top The days go by without any inspiration Empty pages filled with anger and hurt and isolation Until you arrive in the form of a muse waiting to get twisted [...]

[166] A Strange Look

The look of strangers is the look of fear being transferred from them to me from me to them It's the battle of the eyes to test each other's supremacy in a whisker of a moment and then you forget Paranoia looks upon your shoulder Your mind turns to glimpse on the periphery The evil [...]