Bury all your secrets in my skin Come away with innocence And leave me with my sins The air around me still feels like a cage And love is just a camouflage For what resembles rage again
I never knew how to decieve.
A talent meant to be forbidden.
Until I put on an ashamed mask.
From that moment - I was hidden.
My morals were lost in a dream.
Toys followed rules to my game.
Illusions I've created were extreme.
A chaotic world - never the same.
Under the pressure I am falling.
Blind to the life that is real.
On the ground I am crawling.
Afraid of emotions - I will feel.
I never knew how to believe.
A talent meant to be true.
Until the light has found me.
A nightmare cured - because of you.
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Wednesday, May 20, 2009, 9:43 AM
Not the God, Not the Devil, Just a Friend.
Came from somewhere and is Visiting Earth, till the End.
Trying to enjoy Life and what it brings me.
Never, Maybe Sometimes, world-weary, trying to cross every road and bend.
Going through, both, sunshine and rain.
Not pushing against; just taking, to anywhere, Life's magnificent train.
I can feel it, somewhere in my chest...I think it might be climbing into my throat. Little claws hook into the tender, delicate skin deep that lines my trachea; the pain is at first subtle and complex, then it blossoms and descends through layers of muscle and sinew, undulating and shifting.
I hold my breath for a moment, hoping to shake off this burden, hoping that it'll fall out on its own, unable to survive in the stifling vacuum I've created.
But it doesn't. It's here to stay. A vacuum isn't the only thing I've created today. I've given birth to this new monster that's currently holed up above my lungs: guilt.
If I could pull it out and stuff it into a handbag I would. It'd be a little less unwieldy and a bit easier to misplace. But the more I think about it, the more I wonder: if this remorse was born today, it is but a sapling, a seed. It's a monster now but what might it grow into? Acceptance? Forgiveness? Bitterness? Hatred? Maybe it's not worth removing after all. Maybe the roots of the guilt-sapling can build a foundation for something more promising....and less painful.
I'm so freaking frustrated. How could i have been so heartless, not thinking about another person's feeling when i wrote the earlier post. Am i turning into e monster, that will continue to be stone hearted? I have never hurt someone intentionally in my whole life and now? without thinking twice i wrote something like that? I'm sorry? Are these words so easily said be effective? Does it mend a broken heart? Does it clear u of all your sins? Can everything be brushed aside? I think not. Well i really don't know what to say no more. What is my stand in life? what am i gonna do with it? It seems the more harder I try to study something will stop me. Have to start studying soon no like NOW! and i really do not know why when i'm just sitting down doing nothing people think i am sad. Where is e smile on my face that was ever present? Where is the laughter that could be heard miles away? Where is the enthusiasm that made people believe? Where is the person that could make anyone laugh no matter what troubles him? Where is he?
PS: I'm no monster
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Vanity isn't a sin, a little narcissm wouldn't hurt.
Hello earthling, you have just step into Gurshan's Paradise.
My parents brought me into this world on 23rd of July
Just
like any human or you, I eat/ play/ laugh/ cry/ sleep. I'm unique & special in my own way. Make fun of me? I wun give a damn about it. Cause I know that you're jealous because I'm special & u're not.
Can't stand me? Oh, simply fcuk off & dun ever come back again. Copycat & dogs are not welcome here. Blow kisses to peoples leave a tags. Remember to come back for my tag repies. Last but not least, puh-lease enjoy your stay here
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Angeline.
Fuad.
Dhivya.
Gurpreet.
Gurvin.
Jasdeep.
Kah Min.
Li Ran.
Madeleine.
Param Preet.
Soni.
Sonia Dubay.
+ HATE
+ When you think of suicide, Listen to me and fight,...
+ Happy Mother's Day
+ Hello to myself. Hello to my personal hell. Not ex...
+ Many things can last forever, or so the life span ...
+ Memories that wld be cherished
+ April 2009
+ May 2009
An accidentality production
Inspiration from DancingSheep & BONBON:D
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