life is much better with it, because you get to make choices. you get to like people based on who you are, rather than what you want them to be. there are regrets, obviously. but at least we can all coexist without any problems. i wish everyone happiness always, because it is a mutually exclusive thing! -
she is wonderful. thank god she doesn't know i know it. that girl in the dress i like is always in her step, moving like a seasoned pro in a sea of thorns, stepping past vines unscathed by leering ones. the first feeling she gave me was hope, that everything could be what it could be, that people can be kind. that day we ran under rain towards the marketplace, i liked every moment. she told me superficial things, and she told me deep things, and she shared her worries, and she was the one. hope, it is such a scarce thing, when everything seems to be falling apart, when people seem unkind and selfish. some people just can't help themselves can they? too kind in nature, that person was who she was, and i loved every moment of our moment.
feeling number two was fear and then relief, when she was frowning in that coffee place, and i was late. she glared at me and then smiled, and said we should have a drink. i know she might have done that for others too, but it mattered to me, that it was...
we are the ones bore under edison's light.
shaped by elders with a very different life.
they say life now seems easy,
when its actually complex and demanding,
always asking more from us than previously was,
always persuading us to do that bit more,
and now when stars are out,
we look upon the past in awe,
the way they said their lives were hard,
when simple things were done not stacked,
when simple gestures meant love or hate,
and now its just rudimentary stuff.
i wish sometimes life weren't so hard for everyone,
where love is now so large,
the simple joys are no longer celebrated,
you must think until you die or its not love.
what is love if only work and no play,
where people are parched with thoughts of dismay.
there must be good amidst this rottish mess,
for i cannot accept that this is the deal,
this is not the end!
with great power comes great responsibility. so they say it so many times its an overused innuendo. what i found was that there never was great power. there never was.
in that night we danced it was a wondrous thing. her feminine self was in flux and my masculine play worked its way into her heart. we traded drinks and we traded hearts. i can hardly breathe and they couldn't see it. they were the ones watching and smiling and doing what they can. they were the ones whose place i wanted illuminated too. when it ended the way it did and i left with a broken heart was inevitable, for sometimes there were no choices we can make.
today was this self discovery. did we ever have any power so to speak? i loved through my skin and gave it all i could to work something out and how is that ever unjustified? we love and we do and we play and that means we have even more different abilities to do things in our stead. we worked and we worked and this meant so much more than anyone could say a powe...
i mean i chose the hardest path i could take. things weren't so spectacular but they were good enough. i wish it could always heighten some true measure innately but in the end it doesn't matter as much. you did your best and your best scraps and you take what you get. i will take what i get and that will be all the truth i need. to love the path that leads me to the worst of places but also the best of oases was not a straightforward romance. still, life is not a monotonous drivel and when that tone deaf time ever comes, maybe i would embrace a less dogged end. :S
One has to be careful, when choosing choice words to describe one's propensities. I believe that a man has many propensities, for this and that, for good and bad, but how do we even begin to define a person based on her propensities? If you reread the above statement, you find the propensity of me to think things through before writing. Perhaps you find a propensity for me to be too dramatic. Perhaps you find a propensity of me to be too careful. All those opinions are valid only to the extent that they are speculative share guesses. How do we quantify these noises into a definition of a person? I believe we can, and I believe that's a challenge well overdue its awesomeness.
A person's choice is a part of her, and a person's thoughts are another part. We define people from the choices they make, which is the only logical way to quantify their person, because it's operation is based on facts. However, we require to at least show we care enough to consider their thoughts, and that is th...
do not worry my lady. all these pauses, they will all work out fine. the most important thing is that you will always be the shining light, a prominence undiminished by life.
i, amongst others, will fall on the side, faltering in our true selves, trying to be the persons we always were, but my eyes will always move to your grace. you dance all night, playing a songstress or a princess, and that's all the people i need to admire, to acknowledge and to breathe in.
it is okay if and when you find that significant someone, and it is okay (not great of course) for me to not have the luxury of your attention, but that was never more than a faint wish at all. sometimes, you look at me as if with so much promise, but all i can offer is admiration and my adoration of you, nothing more than a brief blemish on your fame. you imagine all sorts of persons one can be, and you may wish it all on people deserving, and i thank you so deeply for that.
unfortunately, i am not the great man you see, an...
It was a closer one to that of acceptable health. The bed wasn't a sea of thorns and the temperature of the room was above the normal cold and cancel every day that I was accustomed to. Still, wearing all the huge jackets and vests and gloves did not prepare anyone for a gale so fearsome that it took over every ounce of subconscious I had left in that frail body of flesh.
I stepped outside, the automatic door barely opening and not waiting for any moment of pause to close. The rain was usual, scattered with glitters of hail, but it was in the wind that some science behind hurricanes was driving fast and furious. it gave me little to chance to get engulfed in its obvious force. it was a hand of nature unlike any in 250 years so the papers and tabloids so truthfully tell in occasion. For every branch that fell every heart sank into a cycle of told fear. It has taken my soul back into the clouds and made sure nothing would be bearable onwards. At least until the body of which I occupy re...