for a man
a chance,
the gold of reaping
in death slowly,
i see her,
never make leave
a fading blur,
eyes twinkle,
gold is found,
lost in more.

Noon was not a time for it. For the end of time itself, why time proper? She looked at the crowd, a stare of shiver. A hand of shiver. A mouth of unsettling saliva. A tear down unsettling cheeks. Rosy they were not, clear they were not. Not a stare missed hers. Not an eye, fixed otherwise. Here was noon. The time to end all time, and yet what a ( Read more... )

Today I was highly bummed. Still am. The urge to perform throttling me! And there as I was walking on the busy, dusty, full ( Read more... )

There is one thing about who I am that has always either irritated me or made me feel apart from the crowd. The distinctive inability to exaggerate. That is something I was never born with, and for sure I'm never taking into my grave. It always gets to me when I ask someone about, say a place or a movie and they blow it up to seem like its the ( Read more... )

Enjoy ( Read more... )

Kids growing up to be their parents. Themselves becoming kids again. He who sat next to me was neither a boy nor a man. He did not live, merely whisked away time, he had plenty of which to spend. A harbour of living seconds whose utility which neither himself nor anyone anywhere could utilise. Utilise? Is that not what he thinks his life is about? ( Read more... )

Finally the truth or what I for now assume to be such reveals itself. My self, am just a shallow perfectionist. There is nothing in which I seek not to push myself through, and nothing for which I do not torture myself. I judge people based on this and as strictly as i bias my own humiliated mind-body I push others too into this intense scrutiny. ( Read more... )

Hmmm.... posting through Flock ....... this is fun :) . A nice cheerful browser......


( Read more... )

Time is passing my self beyond what I cant see but feel strong the winds blowing my face and eyes not to see I cant help myself to stop but keep pushing my frail mind body up forward as the dust pinches my face and blinds my eyes I taste dust and hope for the rains I just wished away yesterday ( Read more... )

There are certain feelings which can never come out in words. For a word to touch them would mean for them to be corrupted. There are certain feelings which language can never comprehend, hence they are stuck within you. Its hard to translate these into sentences, which someone else can understand. Even if you do translate them, their meaning is ( Read more... )