Day Goes On

Stuck in the wilderness of my own world
Trapped & stuck, wound up in a ball all hurled
An explosive mind, damaged & full of scars
A sudden burst and it shot up into the stars
Lost my way, lost my train of thought
Alone at earth, myself was whom i fought
Silence, a non-audible sense of being
So calm & so mellow, yet such a hollow feeling
My eyes opened, & vision was cleared
Just a mindful mirage, in the distance you reappeared.

Nightmares or Reality?

Awake in my sleep, my visions were not pretty,
My fault was the purpose, i was left with only pity.
Kept feeling the pain, but thought only to refrain,
Maintaining my composure, evil thoughts were slain.
A Path of light came forth visibly, flashing..
Better days in sight, reminiscing moments passing
A realization within myself, maybe morality
Asleep in my nightmares, or was it reality ?

Never Stay Put

Sitting idle trying to figure out what the next stage is,
To my suprize, i wasn't alone, amongst other blank faces.
Staying courageous, keeping my mind sharp turning pages,
Silence breaking from beneath, its time for me to say this.
Rages and outbursts was not where my place is,
Chosen to be out of the box, no more being caged in.

That New New

Some things are best left unspoken
Now in a mess picking up the pieces
A rush of thoughts, feeling so broken
Regather and pace yourself, unfold all creases
Break out of the hole, go strong and..
Start fresh, after all the bad ceases.

White Canvas

Spare a thought, for the one that cares
No point now dwelling, on times once shared
Illustrating myself on a blank piece of paper
I attempt to draw but i just can't seem to shape her
Creating space for something better and greater
Erasing her sooner rather than later
Strokes of assurance, colours so spontaneous
An Art of me , and a clearance of someone extraneous.

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A Place Made To Be Yours

Moments of treasure are now set aside to rest..
Buried deep, into a gold-filled chest..
Swiped my slate positively blank..
No-one better than myself to thank..
A step made now, is a step less later..
A sorrow to kill & peace to cater..
Day and night, later on will feel so right..
Calm as ever, like stepping into a heaven so bright .

Feel, Hear .

Hands shivering, feeling colder than the breeze which swept through the leave-less trees,
Yet pondering, searching & wondering about everything my eyes see;

Ears twitch to the drops of rain tip tapping on my ceiling,
Heart deepens and sinks any emotion sending me into confused feelings;

Learn to step out of the cold, cover yourself with words or warmth,
A sense of moral amongst you should be swarmed, leaving aside all possibility to be harmed.. !

We observe, we feel, we hear , and in the end your the most important __as simple as that .