Voices

These haunting voices

Keep playing in my mind

They hurt.

They ache.

But what hurts more than the voices,

is the silence !!!

Farewell, my angel

Now that you have to leave,
Now that you need to go
I sit here smiling as always,
Just a few things I want you to know

With the blossoming of the flowers,
And morning skies, ever so red
I was caught in a maze of illusions,
And all my hopes were dead

And then came a day, when an angel appeared
From the sky, clear and blue
And I learned to live, I learned to love
I learnt so much from you

Now that you have to leave,
Into a world open and free
Just remember me, when you feel lonely
My angel, farewell to thee

 

:)

Keep Thinking

Stop!
Think!!
Think twice
Think of what you've done
Think about what you can do
Think of all repercussions
Think of all the ways you can make things good
Think of the ways, you can mess things up
...
...
Now look back at all your thoughts
And you will find
None of them matter a bit
For what you want to be,
You will be

Vanity Fair

People keep telling us not to be vain. How vanity affects us and all that. But one thing I've noticed, is how vanity gets us all at some point in life. No matter how "unvain" you think you are, there are always times when you need to act vain, just in hopes of appearing a little more "perfect" to others.

I know. I can be pretty vain at times. Hell, if I had to judge myself, I might even call myself the most vain person I've known.

But this is not about me. This is about those people that I hope to learn about modesty from. Just when you think a person is so modest, so much of an epitome of perfection, who never needs to be vain just to prove him/herself, the veils of pretense have to fall. Thus revealing someone who, in reality, turns out to be more vain than anyone you have ever known.

Needless to say, the world seems to be nothing more than a vanity fair. And our role, simply nothing more than surpassing the amount of vanity that was never expected from us.

Vernacular Nonsense?

Before the dawn, I missed the light
All I wanted to see, was out of sight
I craved to see the day,
To see things go my way

Nothing seems the way it should,
No one to help, even if they could
Loss of hope and dreams of desire,
And memories of a burnt out fire

I scream, and I shout
I plead for them to let me out
But my words, all lost in vain
While I sit here, all alone in the rain