In my thirty three years I have known heartbreak. Quite well actually.. The pain which stands behind the tears, betrayal, anger, and lost passion festers. Thoughts which cannot be put on display for comprehension and understanding bring greater detriment to the words which were spoken. It sucks. What’s worse is the lack of enthusiasm and the indifference of a presence. As morbidity floods my mind in hope of solace, neither can coexist. Will anyone read these words? Who knows.. My current expression -> -_- oh well
Tag: LIFE
Compassion
Daggers, I swear, continuously plunge at my heart!
Left to withstand a day of celebration of one who is repentant of my existence.
A blind eye has been dealt to the consideration of my emotions.
Am I to turn a blind eye too?
The door which once was open slapped me as it shut on my face.
Compassion no longer seems to exist.
Not in me,
Not in others;
Only selfishness.
Can it be?
What was once my safe haven has now become my pool of sorrow.
A desire reminiscent of what cannot be had; such an unfillable void.
Inconsideration of self for the betterment of others has only proved one thing..
It elongates the love, pain, and compassion until the time of abandonment is ripe.
I hope I am wrong.
Haiku I.
Beautifulest one,
like a phoenix reborn new,
memory a scar.
Thoughts..
A hole so deep from which I can’t escape – this is where you’ve placed me.
Awkward scenarios from which I am bent – this is where you’ve placed me.
Hating all that is me, trapped in a body of which is not pleasing – that is where you’ve placed me.
Nondesirable tolerance until a better one appears – that is where you’ve placed me.
A heart so cold of which the very flames of hell cannot maintain – is what I’ve been handed.
Wrath, doom, vengeance.. I think not.
My soul rests at the thought of nonexistence. Maybe then, all will pass by like a blur.
Short story: Lucille
“Don’t forget the garden…” “Do not forget what happened in the Garden of Eden.” The Voice came to Lucille as plainly as one of an angel standing by her side as she infuriatingly looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were bloodshot, glistening with rage. ‘Has the man in the other room gone mad?’ she thought to herself. Moments prior, foolish atrocities were grumbled from the mouth of the father of Lucille; moreover, words were spoken in such inhumane manner, Lucille could not help but feel nauseated. The bludgeoning pain which had instantly aroused from the top of her head had quickly spread to the back of her neck within seconds. The voice started again, “remember that moment when the thought of sin was presented to the woman. She was away from her covering, away from her husband.” Lucille dared challenge the voice, ‘What covering? I have no covering! What? Who? My dad?!?..’ Eagerly, Lucille tried to make sense of those thoughts. Livid with anger and hurt, she wondered ‘what the hell does that have to do with anything?!?’ The voice finished, “My child, the very first sin, equal to all, went about because there were no thoughts of repercussions. None were taken into account or consideration before it was acted upon. You know of the repercussions and have thought of the conditions of which your actions can bring about. The sin of one does not only affect one person but many.” ‘Oye,’ Lucille then dreadingly came to her senses. She realized one cannot overcome inhumanity with vulgarity but instead with humility and consideration.