The Death in His Eyes

When the world is still sleeping

And the rain tiptoes in the dawn

When the scented candles are burning

Or when I smell freshly cut grass in the lawn

I think of you, my sweet darling

Oh, how I think of you

I think of how you looked at me

No unnecessary words spoken

You bathed upon my presence

And I caught your eyes

I remember them so clearly

They were the eyes of the broken

What have she done to you

My sweet darling

Oh, what have she done to you

Your eyes used to be a jungle

With nothing but lovely sunsets

And lovely meadows and rivers

But now they have become corpses

Ready and waiting to be sent back

To the ground

The ground of sorrows and the dead

And it pains me

Oh, how it pains me

If I Asked You, Would You?

when I'm looking at you

and you're looking back at me

I wonder how

the gods were

able to shrink a thousand

stars

into those eyes and

I wonder how

an entire galaxy

can spread throughout

the palms of your hands

how I wish you were just the

ocean

within my reach, easy 

to grasp

or the mountainsー

just a mile away

but there you are

light-years away

yes, beautiful and shining bright

but from where I stand

too far away

to hold

too far

away

Early Morning/Late Night Thoughts ep. 1

What we are as a person is a reflection of all the people we have met, books we have read, songs we have listened to and everything we have felt with our hands and with our hearts. It's like we are filtersーwe take everything in, and we give everything back we think the world is worthy of. So, what we do is actually a reflection of the energy we are getting from others. When we are treated kindly, it is always easy to be nice to others as well but when we are treated badly and nothing seems to go right, we easily fall to the trap of simply being unpleasant. And it eventually destroys our souls because of our lack of capacity to understand and forgive. For me, that's one definition of weakness.

There are also those people who are aware that throwing back the negativity they had accumulated over time may disrupt the harmony of coexistence. That is probably why we came up with things we call as 'outlets' where we can release some negativity out into the open air. But not all people are capable of finding these outlets. Not all people are capable of seeking help from friends.

And that is where self-destruction comes into picture. I view this as a different kind of weakness. When negative things are accumulated over time, we unknowingly destroy ourselves. Negativity wells up inside us slowly eating up our souls.

There are also those whose ego are way up high that they fail to recognize the monsters they have become. What about them? Do we just let them be? Or do we constantly offer them the help that they refuse?

There are also a few who are so strong they carry the burden until they die. What could be their secret in holding in that poison without harming anybody that comes close to them? 

Some people say it's love. Some people say it's faith. Hell, some people even say as simple as a good cry. I honestly don't know.

I'm on the verge of self-destruction. And at the same time I want to run wild and wreak havoc.