Another one from around 2 years ago. Not sure what I was smoking/drowning myself in at the time :p .. Quite a mess there and incomplete. Also have made up brand new words like unwoken and unhindering and blissless :D not to mention interesting phrases like "joy in mirth"
Once there was a girl who dreamed beyond coconuts, strawberries and cream.
Her life would be one marvelous tale of unspoken, unwoken, insoluble dreams.
Unsteady was her gaze.
They seem constructed in every way
Trying hard to fit into a life well-lived
Of mediocre, blandness and blissless sway
Bored was she of mild contemplation
Hard was it to seek a stream of quiet introspection
Pushed this way and that by forces which work
terrible in hindsight, joy in mirth.
She let the words flow away
Unhindering what she planned to say
Trying hard to let go of the mask
Which she thought was appropiate
While thoughts seek no answers, the words fly by
A trail of nonsense for time after time
She had left her past behind
But still felt a need to be purged.
To not be so bored and deadly dull in her head
She had felt this way before..
It came when diamonds turned to rust
She needn't speak in such a blackened way
But they say she sees life exaggeratedly:
I am not who I am, yet I am
I try to go beyond, but I am blind
Oh to sleep the dullness away, to take away the ache in my soul
Truth be told, I wish I could keep writing forever
So I can be less bored by talking to human beings
Apart from somebody to love, I need somebody to talk to
They say the grass is greener on this side, but for a person is who is swayed by every damn thing, good and bad,
This kind of soul-muddling mess can be in fact, a way out
Coz healing takes place
Maybe one is deluded into thinking they are mind fucked
If the power is within, why don't we ever pay attention to it?
Is it that we are too bored to take the effort?
Or to ask ourselves what we really feel mean by a certain emotion?
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