sweet November.

Oh that love that was lost last November still in disease over something so vague the morning mist and a melody are sufficient to remind me of a face, someone I loved perhaps But could never ascertain Who knows where life will take him where will this journey lead me I wonder only a sweet…

can’t help but love

somethings about you may draw out of people a deep disgust for you yet, they define you in ways you cannot deny you love yourself for reasons that the world will never accept and that is fine with you your space in this universe solely occupied by your body a chunk of air that was…

and your blog will love you back…

its not that you find real love without really trying for it but it is not that it does exist for you to actually find it there are people who never discover the beauty of it or the gentleness of it yet they know in their hearts somehow… how it feels if not mutual its…

when you realize that you were wrong…

sadly enough time cannot rewind itself nor can one heal the wounds of a kind heart’s biography its as immortal as conscience almost as much as the spirit like shadows cast upon light or scars made on pure intentions it remains to be a mark of the dark and unforgettable and you know it was your fault…

non-failure is not equal to success.

you think you failed you didn’t you think you succeeded and you did not a grey block is where you stand while watching life moving on and lagging behind at the same time you cannot do anything about it cause you were born ‘average’ a dangerous word indeed cause those who failed can succeed their…

sublimation.

absorbed on a page are your pains those dark waters of unconscious blisters held by paper your poems are not alien they cannot be abstract because they did not come from a foreign planet but from your very own deeds your joys the tides and sadness the ebbs weave the diagram that you project we…

impressions.

stained me standeth their gaze carving my form the clouds clear to spot the sun right above my head scorching me with their burning judgments do I have to oblige to what you shape me to be am I not free enough to commit a sin merely for the sake of self protection I wonder…