I've been constantly searching for perfection,
since before even my pre-adolescence.
I could count the hours down to the very last seconds,
that I have waited for my life to be completed by another's life essence.
I thought I found it once.
The feeling was so fleeting and so precious.
Thought I'd found the love of a queen.
I was just a humble peasant.
But I had misinterpreted the signals,
and ended up fucking up the message.
The gift I'd found is really just a curse,
that has disguised itself as a blessing.
Now head over heels with a curse,
I had but one confession.
I promised that I'd love the curse forever,
a statement not meant as misdirection.
Monday, October 29, 2012
Nothingness
There is a silence the echoes in the howl of the wind.
A silence that proves that even nothingness can be heard.
Echo loud and then, grow silent again.
There is no pride or emotion with the howl of the wind.
Is it not a problem to feel the same within?
To only be proud for pride's sake?
To feign emotion to placate?
What if the mask worn is to hide nothing at all?
What if the body has become an empty shell devoid of a soul?
A heart with no love in it pumps blood for no reason at all.
A body receives nourishment with no purpose; it lives for no life at all.
A mind seeks answers with no reason to question.
Nothingness, so bleak and yet so serene.
Inner peace lacking happiness is just another means of defeat.
I search for euphoria to begin an existence of bliss.
Euphoria, too powerful an emotion to permanently exist.
A silence that proves that even nothingness can be heard.
Echo loud and then, grow silent again.
There is no pride or emotion with the howl of the wind.
Is it not a problem to feel the same within?
To only be proud for pride's sake?
To feign emotion to placate?
What if the mask worn is to hide nothing at all?
What if the body has become an empty shell devoid of a soul?
A heart with no love in it pumps blood for no reason at all.
A body receives nourishment with no purpose; it lives for no life at all.
A mind seeks answers with no reason to question.
Nothingness, so bleak and yet so serene.
Inner peace lacking happiness is just another means of defeat.
I search for euphoria to begin an existence of bliss.
Euphoria, too powerful an emotion to permanently exist.
Monday, October 8, 2012
Why?
I want to captivate the minds of people I will never know.
To help them gaze into the eyes of a person whose face they will never see.
I want to expose my soul with a written window.
To touch another person in a way that distance or time cannot affect.
I want to release all that is bottled up in me in a way that is eloquent.
To ignite a flame that can never be extinguished in the hearts of all who may feel my presence without ever being in my vicinity.
To set free those who believe that they already are.
And so, I write.
To help them gaze into the eyes of a person whose face they will never see.
I want to expose my soul with a written window.
To touch another person in a way that distance or time cannot affect.
I want to release all that is bottled up in me in a way that is eloquent.
To ignite a flame that can never be extinguished in the hearts of all who may feel my presence without ever being in my vicinity.
To set free those who believe that they already are.
And so, I write.
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