Free
to Do Whatever
I
want
I
write
And
think but
Clear
my mind at the same time
To
focus on one point
Soon
my mind grows quiet
And
it seems my heart can hear
Now
I have stopped thinking
About
all the useless thoughts
That
used to scrambled my mind
As
if they were words flying every where
Inside
my head
Indeed,
the words confuses me
They
all are my thoughts
Too
many thoughts indeed
Because
it seems
That
the mind tries to take over me
I
guess I have never truly met
Inner
peace
Because
I can still feel all the frustration
And
anger
That
swells inside of me
So
I try to concentrate
On
meditating
Seeking
serenity
I
imagine that serenity is a place full of tranquility
Like
the moon under the night sky
That
softly lightens up the day
I
feel like I almost achieve enlightenment!
But
no, never shall I be
Because
I still feel unrest
As
if something is hiding in my mind
Making
me depressed
So
I pressed on to see
What
I can digest out of this mind of mine
I
feel shockingly obsessed
To
know what lies ahead
But
all I saw was I
It
was as if the mirror was talking by only glaring
Just
staring me in the eyes
I
realized the answer to all my answers
Was
myself!
I
now feel like I’m in some sort of ecstasy
But
that is quite scary because this is the only time that made me happy
Since
the day
I
last saw my family
I
used to think family was everything
I
thrived for it
I
lived for it
And
I died for it
I
became lost after being…
Betrayed…
So
ever since when I was a kid
All
I ever think about was revenge
That
was what only matters at the time
And
it was the only thing that keeps me going as well at that time
I
got to say, looking at it now
It
was quite a crisis that shows
Tears
and cries
Of
pain and blood
Because
I used to say
Blood
is thicker than water
But
boy was I wrong!
Since
the water became so muddy it overlapped them all
Hahahaha….
That’s
how long my laugh is inside my head
But
with a slight sigh near the end…
And
that is also a metaphor to show how my life went
when
I was in the state of revenge.
I’m
guessing our state of mind allows us to
Write
about the most ridiculous things
Because
it made me write in anger and be sarcastic at times
I
guess it is really just the mind
That
brings obstacles in
So
it is up to us to see
If
we can stay sane
Or
either insane
But
I’ll keep this to myself
Because
it only really matters to myself
Myself
and I are the worst enemy indeed.
The Passing By of…
When the sun sets
Flowers started to wither
The hand of the hours
Moving forward
Sand drops onto broken glass
Time stopped
Beeping like a timed watch
As if trying to speak…
The world rests
Sleeping
as winters gone by
Passed
in seconds
Memories
flash back
While
lying on blades of grass
Stunned
as things were crushed
The
tree seeks to see memories lost in time
The above can be read in numerous
ways
Aligned or reversed
Bottom then first
In columns and rows
You may choose
To seek the best ending
Or whatever ending
You wanted to seek
Although there is no end
Your choice to make
Choose wisely
It’s yours truly
Thirsty
There is an old man walking with a
stick in hand.
He has trouble walking so he has
this wooden stick in hand.
The stick is used more for comfort,
So in his other hand is an empty bottle
Thirsty, the man walked on a plank
To get a drink
He sinks in the sea
Plenty of water
So he drowned himself with water
He later found himself lying on the
sand
A little boy at the beach screamed
out,
“Look Mommy, it’s a pirate with an
eye patch!”
The old man then sighs
“Guess I ain’t dead yet.”
He walked again with a stick in
hand
And with a empty bottle of whiskey
He talked himself into walking
An Origami
A whole, fold into pieces
To see the end, you must truly end it,
Finishing it and it may end up a different thing
Like a paper crane,
This bird can either look back or forward
Hence that it only has one head and a tail
Although it was a whole
It has been twisted in many ways...
A whole, fold into pieces
To see the end, you must truly end it,
Finishing it and it may end up a different thing
Like a paper crane,
This bird can either look back or forward
Hence that it only has one head and a tail
Although it was a whole
It has been twisted in many ways...
Journey entry: January 9, 2012; at 8:20 pm
Title: Hungry
Looking at t he moon right now reminds me of
golden cheese. My stomach grumbling, even the stars surrounding it looks like
some sweet delicacies fill with sugary treats. I’m not even sure that sugary is
even a word but now hunger is what drives me. It drives me crazy and insane to
see an empty bowl in front of me. Since I am starving to the point of
exhaustion, I might as well grab a pan and some eggs. That’ll make my day, but
too bad there’s no rice to eat it with, only my imaginations.
Title: My Hunger
Begin here lies
my hunger. Today I feel strangely like a zombie or even a deprived vampire. All
I want is food to satisfy this stomach of mines that seems to growl every few
seconds. I might not be thinking straight this morning for I am hungry and did
not get enough sleep. People usually say, “You reap what you sow” And it might
be true since I did stayed up last night because I just didn’t want to go to
sleep.
I may be depressed or sad today. Well usually I am, but
that’s not the point. The point is today I feel I’m lacking in something that I
just don’t have any more. I guess that’s my real hunger. I’m hungry and eager
to see who I truly am.
It’s Dark
Looking
up at the night sky
From
the darkness
The
moonlight shine
To
me it is the light at the end of the tunnel.
Might
even be a guide with all the stars
Shrouded
in shadows
I
may find this path only in the dark
Vengeance
Is
on my mind
It’s
cold
The
feeling of it
Makes
me want some warmth
But
I froze as I stare
At
the flaming fire
Cold,
I
reach my hand
Trying
to grab hold of this warmth
It
is helpless
So
I touch the flames
It
is still so cold
It
hurts a little
But
the pain goes away
As
my hand becomes the color of darkness
The
numbness starts to feel warm…
It
was nothing I guess
But
maybe the numbness of the mind…
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