no time like the present.

the nights grow cold and lonely now.
and the frequent buzz of your breath on the other side sends shivers down my spine.
we sit and stare and ponder.
where our paths have veered.
and even in our closeness we're as far apart as we ever have been.
did I love too strongly?
too quickly and at that.
did I push too hard for your attention and never cease to give it back.
I'm at your beckon call, and always try to stay.
in your close proximity so I'm never far away.
but the rift is getting bigger and the gap too hard to ignore.
I can't sit here and smile, without bursting out the door.
to run.
to you.
to try to fix this emptiness.
this void between our love.
this black hole, sunken bitterness we've formed over time.
I won't say I'm not fighting.
I'm as fierce as they may come.
through wilderness and blazing fires I will always choose
to run.
to you.
never failing.
but I can't do this alone.
I'm standing on the edge trying hard to keep it calm.
keep my faculties in tact and strength without harm.
I'll try to be here waiting.
for you to make a move.
but till then, I'm breaking.
you better catch on soon.

Making note of it all.

It was almost perfect. Their last embrace. Their hands trapped in a Luke warm tango, a slow rising realisation of where their love veered off. The seconds ticked over almost effortlessly as their skin traced off each other and was only left to hang by their sides next to clothing purchased by the other. The gift, almost bitter sweet, was their words of soft goodbye as footsteps follow their shadows as they walk away. Sun setting in between their backwards showdown, they part; quietly, mindlessly and still. Fire and brimstone reserved, almost unclimatic, but tender in the irony of the harshness of the situation. Coblestones separate with rivers left by rain, all that is left to hear is the ambiguous world around them. And then, silence. A still and forgiving silence. The world returns to a state of ignorant bliss as they leave to continue a life of exploration. And when they meet again on a crowded bus and are seated next to each other, they glance, smile and nod. Turn away and remenise, because that is all that is left to do. Because waiting at their stops are two unbeknown lovers, quietly waiting for their chance to walk into the purple hazed sunset and entwine hands, lost in a pure warmth. An almost perfect beginning. To a blissful happily ever after.

mummy, hang up the phone please.

where do i go now?
the hapless little girl, with witty remarks is lost.
next to half eaten donuts and wearing last seasons cloths, she feels resent.
alone and cold, yet warm and welcomed.
feeling only empty hate and then knowing only true love.
love in all kinds.
where does she go now.
im still lost.

Old man who stay behind, do not inflame the young with words of war. The ruin that you risk should be your own, not theirs.
Young men beware; to make you fight they first must make you fear then, out of that mould hate.
Take arms when all else fails, but mark you this: before the battle's joined, remember what is it to see friends bleed. In battle's midst, remember peace is both behind you and ahead. Once battle's won, remember how is it that wars begin.
Kings and captains, you who order war, know that your people, left alone, would choose to eat not fight, would choose to love not hate, would choose to sleep not die.
Take care what you say to turn them to your will. Tell them that you fight for God, not gain, and know your enemy is saying the same.
You who read this, pray for me. I have heard blind fury roar and sow the seeds of future war and I have wept as heroes died.

believe me when I say this. My battle has only begun.

irreperable psychological damage, pls.

you're a simple disappointment.
i can't believe my misfortune.
the sour apple, the crack in the pavement.
i rather walk backwards than take a step with you.
for you, or about you.
you're the story i wish i didn't know.
however burned into my system, i cant forget you.
i try and i try but there's no way for me to.
you won't let me.
like a creation of myself.
you're a part of me and i hate it.
the worst, the unworthy.
the stem i wish could break.
you're nothing to me.
the fruit of my mistakes.
i hope you never succeed.
along with the people you call your friends.
no good rotten scum.
i hope you never succeed.
you do not deserve it.
some daughter you turned out to be.

it doesnt matter if we're alone

chain reaction.
full realisation in an unsaid moment.
pavement to floorboards, the world seems clear when in your presence.
the stars shine brighter yet are out outshone.
the sun's warmth radiates yet does not compare.
suade or carpet, my feet hits the floor to step towards the one that gives me the path to walk upon.
moonlight touches skin that touches mine.
i will be here.
to brave the rain and the waves of freedom that tears us both.
for freedom lasts in the arms of the one who's arms are longing for mine.
and the arms that will catch your fall, whenever you call.
i have seen the world, and the evils it can bear.
the force of darkness and despair.
i have met the king and the queen of hearts combined.
i have walked a narrow path of unexpected treachery.
and found solice in your heart.
peace in your touch.
where chills and spills reign most high.
the trees bow down to winds of change.
and land will move to waters of strength.
but hearts will remain.
strong and true, they stand their place in the one who claims it for their own.
the heart that gives truly and whole.
the heart that holds the generosity to give even more than it can.
hearts that hold love and care.
the world seeks to find a heart so true and pure.
and to you.
though little and insignificant.
with all conviction and pride in the choice made.
in freedom and in love.
i give you mine.

procrastination works for me

Its simple really.

How everything never fits. And its just so simple.

Its so simple how nothing is ever simple.

So we just accept it.