An Eulogy to Every Emotion.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

The Desolate Hill


I stand on a desolate hill

My arms wide open

I feel the zephyr caress my face

I feel my mind unwind

As it entwines its icy fingers through mine


I see a creamy moon

Trying to find its place

In the evanescent purple-blue melange


I see the leaves of the elm

A bunch of departed souls, perhaps

Waiting to be carried away..

To be free...


All so peaceful,still and benighted.


I hear his voice call my name.

Ever so enticing. I smile.

He drapes his arms around my waist.

'Theres always light in the darkness',he whispers

I close my eyes.


He Lifts me off the desolate hill,

The hushed sound of his opalescent wings,

The eternal ethereal lullaby.



Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Monochrome..


Well...


Black and white.


They don't have shades. Black is Black and White is White.


You'll NEVER hear anyone say light black or dark black or light white or dark white.cuz they dont exist!!....


Their both pure in their own ways.Even if white always symbolises purity.But WHY???


Theres no white without black and vice versa. There can never be light without dark but it DOESNT work the other way 'round. And so, black wins!haha...


They compliment each other so beautifully. A perfect match of contrast.


Pretty random thot...but wtv.


Monday, January 10, 2011

Mired In Milieu

When your lost, you don't know where to be
When your lost, you can't seem to see
When your lost you can't go back
'cause when your lost, you don't know where your at.


Caught in an endless maze you yearn,
To be free and watch the walls around you burn,
Hoping the smoke will show thee,
A world of endless possibility.


Or sometimes be weightless and hope,
That the smoke was heaven's rope,
Fear,escapism, call it what you please,
But i shall be forever thankful to the fire fer the release.


Looking down at the maze I see,
There infact was a way out-to be free,
Probably would've broken down the walls,
Finally victorious, bruises and all.


Would've met a few people along the way,
People fer whom bruises are a small price to pay,
People fer whom in the maze id stay,

I'd have had a reason to live another day.



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