Monday, December 12, 2011

Days Of Mishaps and Fails

It's been awhile of holidays and misfortunes that engulfs a dramatic scene of being hopelessly hopeful.
Sometimes our dread is to let go, being aware that one day
at a wrong action, there shall be an impact
whether or not it turns pretty appropriate to the subject
or a key bolt that came out and loosens everything up.
It's a mess really, maybe unseen in the actions but
deep inside you you get the fuzziness, never ending movements of thoughts
of anxieties that has a toss coin feeling of initiation that it might be or it might not.
I have traversed much in marshes of failures, yes I did
cause I tend to be stubborn most of the times of thinking.
Maybe If you only knew much "on what beats that leads to what you want" that is unseen
maybe you'll get the idea of what it's like.
I don't know, this post is really like an unsharpened pencil, completely pointless
but chunks of meaning underneath the sheets
Anyway, since we're talking unearthed statements here's a poem for today
and it's nearing Christmas, cheer up
School is coming
I'll get less smiles when stress takes over and that's the least thing
I ever wished for

"Whatever might be that creases me
Flame it away of irony
Believe that hope is yet to come
Stay still, hold on, cast your crown
Despair might write a letter to me
With awe I read, I lift a tree
Irascible I might be
yet none can take that loyalty"

it might be or it might not be
let's just hold on to what is set upon us,
take care of your hearts for it is where
everyone's most vulnerable
and it's where
you'll find home.

morning peeps. 

 A Part Of A Word

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