FROM THOUGHTS TO SCRIBBLES
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ASYLUM
White and blank was all there was, she was alone, dwelling in loneliness, as tousled thoughts filled her head.Running in all four corners of the room, all locked up; she can't get out---unshakable she was. Hallucinations every now and then, trying to break free causing disaster instead. In her own white and enclosed space, hysterically laughing alone. She gets strapped onto the bed; needing a shot terribly, like a bat out of hell. They came in and out, leaving her yellow, as only a blurry vision of light was at sight, when tears started to cover up her big brown eyes.
ECHOES
On an island where the sun never shone, there she stood alone. where she was surrounded by complete darkness. out in the mist, she cried out for help; she cried out your name, echoes however were only in response. Years went by and the darker it became, still she was alone and the mist got thicker and thicker. She felt useless,and fell on her knees, still no one was there. Was it time to forgo? At long last, he came. The sun shone upon his arrival.Speechless she was. But it was too late.All those years left behind, have left too much indecision. It made her walk away, and it was his turn for the island's twinge.
WILD CHILD
Young boy, hair fluffy as cotton candy Wide eyes with deep hue would stare; A stare too deep, as though a thousand stories to tell. His mind running wild, never to know what he has in store for us. With a spirit so high, a dull moment is never in sight. Ironic, with how he conceals his woes with too much of a gleeful twist. When inside, he is drowning with the pain he can never let out. A young boy he was, but a man by heart; brought up by pain and angst.
FIASCO
She's lost an inspiration, and she's lost that someone to inspire. How could people change so fast? Just over a week, and now, he's all brand new. Once was eager, now all subtle. Too much uncertainty, it just throws her off balance. Everything just shatters, when she thinks every thing's turning out to be just fine.---she's probably nothing but a screwup.
PEOPLE
Pretentious.Dress to impress in their glitzy, razzle-dazzle ensemble. Flaws forced to be concealed. Manipulative---words always being sugar coated. With too much indignation against the world, Getting high on sex and drugs; pointless thinking alcohol is the answer to everything. In one way or another, we are all the same; it's all pulchritude on the outside, with a little bit of repulsiveness on the inside... [just sayin'] :)
ON A HIGH
In your house is where all the derangement begins. Babbling about how our present life is, reminiscing about the past, laughing at ourselves; how silly we were back then and how on track we are right now. And so you pull out your smokes and start with the booze, continue with the nibbling and so babble some more. We fill the place with laughter, like we also do. We were always so high, as if we were on dope.. And people would always get us wrong for that--we're just naturally happy people :D Leaving us with this rough feeling in the morning, feeling crappy as hell. Even if the morning would leave us all wasted, at least the night has left us all psyched. :))
DEAR YOUNGSELF...
Dear young self, sorry for the depression, the tears, the ignorance and the complete weakness I have shown you. I was young, I was stupid-- I knew nothing back then. I fell, but i tried my best to stand up and show the world the courage my mother taught me; it was harder than i thought. In every challenge, I'll strive. In every disappointment, I'll laugh it off, despite the pain inside. And with all the bruises and the cuts I'll be getting, I'll conceal it with a smile--that's how it's gonna be now. There may be a pack of haters behind me, but there will always be tons of supporters around me. I'm the one who never gives up, and I never get tired. So carry on, FEARLESSLY! ;)
L'AMOUR
Love.
Love, is a four letter word yet so deep in its meaning.
I don't even know what makes it so addicting.
What makes it endless?
Or what even starts the fire?
Sometimes, it gives you no awareness.
It makes you weak,
But then, it makes you appreciate all the imperfections of your loved one.
However, love is an adventure,
It could sometimes be a competition
Or luck; knowing who wins whose heart
While some go all around the world just to seek their heart's desire. Certainly, I know it is a gift---a gift one should treasure, more than anything else.
TACTICS OF AN EX-LOVER
Seven days a week, with your smokes in your pocket.
Drugs and alcohol on weekends, as you party hard and get stoned, with a little help from your friends. Suicidal tendencies when you're all alone, and so no one will ever know how weak you are.
Is this your way of surviving the disaster you made?
I hope you know that all these will do you no good,
I just wish that we could talk about it. ....
Drugs and alcohol on weekends, as you party hard and get stoned, with a little help from your friends. Suicidal tendencies when you're all alone, and so no one will ever know how weak you are.
Is this your way of surviving the disaster you made?
I hope you know that all these will do you no good,
I just wish that we could talk about it. ....
STIFLE THE ROWDY
With a little fuss,
I thought things didn’t have to end.
But that’s how it was before.
You played too rough
It changed it all.
I picked up the pieces,
Of the abused heart
The torn bond
This rather tainted fondness
Where did it go?
Have we lost it then?
It’s a situation we couldn’t turn about.
It may cause bitterness
And it may be a drag,
But as it would end,
This I know, would close the most grueling chapter of our book
Maybe by then we could start on a new one.
I thought things didn’t have to end.
But that’s how it was before.
You played too rough
It changed it all.
I picked up the pieces,
Of the abused heart
The torn bond
This rather tainted fondness
Where did it go?
Have we lost it then?
It’s a situation we couldn’t turn about.
It may cause bitterness
And it may be a drag,
But as it would end,
This I know, would close the most grueling chapter of our book
Maybe by then we could start on a new one.
IS CUPID TO BLAME?
There they were, in love like everyone else. Time flew, and they found themselves confused with love. She found someone else, But he didn't want to lose. He tried to find someone else, but life as usual, isn't fair. She seemed happy, and he was bitter; she didn't care, it drove him mad; he'd see her with her new pretend love, and he's all furious. They were the talk of the town. Their relationship was intriguing, yet silly. It made everyone giggle and wait for whatever was to come next. He was a jack-ass, turned man whore and she was a user--practically a bitch. Four years have passed, and they found themselves back in each others arms. Back to finding love, as if nothing has ever happened--starting from scratch. And time has passed, but unsurprisingly, love was never on their side and cupid must have missed...again.
AU REVOIR, CELINE
Celine. You look lovely today. You always did. In your white dress, you still look stylish, as always. You look happy now. You seem to be at ease. I think it's better this way, I hate seeing you in pain. Oh Celine, if only you can hear me. Thank you for being a great friend. No one else saw the pain in me, but you did. No one else cared, but you did. No one else was around, you were there. You were my only friend. How can I be strong when the only one that makes me strong has left me? I wanted to be like you, Celine, I still do. But as you leave, and as I lay this rose going with you six feet below, I do not know where to begin. Wherever you go, promise to guide me, just like the old times. I guess this is it then?.. Au revoir Celine.
ROUGH HOUSE
She was only a shadow; while he was the one that always shined. She tried to be triumphant, while he was effortlessly unbeaten. It took her years to earn the respect she wanted, but he had it instantaneously. She was always misunderstood, and he was worshiped and adored by many. They pushed her away, they stabbed her in the back. They played cutthroat in front of her; but she, who loved them all, was deceived by the shams. Whereas he, who had everything, and in such gusto of being in the limelight, had everyone at his side keeping him company. Indeed, he is victorious, and glorified; but a vindictive heart is what he holds, and it is yet to be discovered... .
MON AMOUR
Avec lui, je suis sous son charme;
Parce que, vous êtes un mystère
Monsieur, vous avez les yeux bridés et noir;
Vous avez la bouche, c'est très rouge; et vous me captivent.
Avec lui, je suis sous son charme.
Avec lui, mon coeur bat très vite.
Donc monsieur, ne quittez pas.
Ne quitte plus moi, s’il vous plait.
Parce que, vous êtes un mystère
Monsieur, vous avez les yeux bridés et noir;
Vous avez la bouche, c'est très rouge; et vous me captivent.
Avec lui, je suis sous son charme.
Avec lui, mon coeur bat très vite.
Donc monsieur, ne quittez pas.
Ne quitte plus moi, s’il vous plait.