Just like that

just like that, a slip of the tongue floods back dispair and hatred in a less than 10 secs of an entire lifetime.
Just like that, i let go of such ties i thought grew deeper and thicker than my own spine.
Its saddening, yet humble in the way that it came out so soft with mellowy mimes.
Not everybody matures easily, for some it goes down to a hard life based on an unexpectingly twisted timeline.

Am merely a simple poet, i merely write poems based on my emotions at that particular time.
twist words for a rhyme, take my sweet time expressing me in every single line.
i keep alot to myself, hide meanings in phrases that to a mere reader ought to be blind.
but every snake shades its skin at some time, just as realisation and rejection at some particular time comes to one's mind.

its never felt this good writing poetry, i guess with time it ferments stronger than grape wine.
av never been sensitive about stuff, but now seems to get harder placing a smile to theoretical and practical lies.
in my own world am a monk, meditating in solidarity as i transverse through the heavenly skies.
levitating to a higher being, levitating from the cradle of live i thus strived.

but to be or not to be, is not a simple question as it seems to be.
to choose right from whats not, isint as easy as counting 123.
to see and to feel, are two emotions so close yet their meanings stretched further than a-z.
i may be blind to what i feel, decieved by those i see, lost to those i once heeled, but in the end...thats how i am me, thats the only factor that reminds me that am not a mere dream, am real.

The world is mine

I can feel it rising

As I walk in the hot baking sun

I can feel it taunting

As I try to find the truth from the lies

The world is shaking

As the ground below me starts to rise

The world is mine in the making

Creating and shaping what’s in my mind

Like a dream that your watching

An inception of another kind

I can feel my skin burning

The power is too much too hide

So much light in my being

My sweat is turning to ice

I cant control this intense feeling

Its taking over from the inside

The world is mine and am the one controlling

Creating my own rules that everyone has to abide

Put an end to all the suffering

Bringing new life to the people once set aside

I believe in being chosen

A king that hasn’t yet been crowned

I believe in this feeling

My words tend to kill all those around

I believe in living

controlling like marbles in my palms

The world is mine and there is no denying

Taking over like cocaine in your veins

The world is mine and there is no changing

The sands of time wouldn’t even flick to rewind

Tide of thought

my heart grows weary and faint from thinking, life's so complicated right now that my mind's a maze of thoughts
a puppet to imagination, jotting pain on books as i express how much my emotions are lost
a warrior surviving on only hope, a gladiator fighting what i adore the most
i am bleeding in the inside, a frozen corpse in Alaska letting his last wish of melting in global warming after the frost

the tides now are as high as tsunami, i can only pray that i see through it after it hits my life
i did survive the aftermath once, loosing trust to a ship i once en-grossly liked
drowned and sunk me deeper than titanic, resurfacing was bitter than how i bleed from thy knives
deep scars in the core of my chest, my heart still bleeds... sometimes i wonder if an even alive

my heart grows weary and faint from thinking, the thumping sound grows weaker and weaker with each passing night
insomnia seems a curse in my dying pit, sometimes i grow so weak that the only thing functioning is my eyesight
denying reality with every step i take, creating my own cult of burning facts as i pray harder for the 'unbreakable bond' from the Almighty
a precious jewel amidst these rhymes, life in truth amidst these very lines, i can already see myself tip toeing to insanity

the tides now seem to have a reverse effect on my being, i keep lying to my heart so much that i hate myself for it
poetry seems the last resort to comfort yet... the pen bleeds more pain in words than those i utter in my dying pit
my wounds bleed more profusely now, the thumping is so low that i cant even feel my heartbeat
the wave as high as twin towers is some days to where i sit, no matter the outcome i now know am prepared to meet it.