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.

Put up the fight

life’s so strange in its own weird ways, I for instance never thought it would ever get to this but am lost… lost in my own ways of thinking that maybe it would get better, it just keeps getting worse.

am tired, tired of thinking that maybe if I keep on hoping that maybe it would all change once and for all in one day and see the better side of  life, it keeps getting darker by each passing day for me.

the challenges of life seem to get the better side of me now, at 1st it was just depression, then the loss of  my inner sense of acknowledgement for whatever life seems to take a troll on me, then disappearing of my sense of humor, then the downpour, then the detachment, it just keeps getting worse for my likes.

and am gone, I guess I know right where am going, the footpath to success seems blurred from far but it will get better, maybe all I need is a new outlet, like I already got the theme all I need is the words.

guess it is time for me to stand up and make a new plan, coz once am gonna start there is no looking back.

Reality relapse

The past is to be forgotten, the future still untold, the current to cherish, before its all gone
They say before death is when everything flashes back to you, before you loose something you want so much is when you know its true value
Just like before dawn you are held up in your own dark demise, at sunrise is when rays show you the way that you never noticed nor realized
You see God is loving, when you feel there is no one else, He is there to listen to your plea
Even after going against his will, he would forgive and show you the way if only you believe
But to believe is not to see, to vision is not belief, miracles are everywhere, the sky, the birds, the bees even the trees
There is so much to learn, so much we could possibly be, if we only believed, if we could just close our eyes and feel it from deep within
I always say am not the best of character to follow, possibly coz I relapse to evil, sinning silently
Staunch aint the title for the likes of me but…. I still try my best to keep my actions clean
So please don’t contradict my words by my actions, u don’t know how freaking

hard it is to correct the evil within me
But whether ul listen or displease, am no preacher nor I doubt al ever be,
So wether yoou take my words or not, I said it all and I said it as it iz
As my words weren’t ment to please, but please….. Take a minute to reread and re think the worrds that I jus spilled.