The good side

Gone are those fallen leaves,

Gone are those muddy boots,

Gone are those popsicles,

Frostbite is what stays now,

Her footsteps were so quiet,

I barely heard her leave.

The leaves swayed in the breeze-

The leaves scrunched under her feet,

The leaves fell with the calling of spring,

The leaves got coated in white snow.

The yuletide pleasure;

The eggnog and ornaments-

The aroma of noel,

Is what she rejoiced.

The mistletoe which grew,

Around her fairy lights;

The world was counting down,

The seconds to another year.

Her head around the wool-

In her solitary shelter,

As it struck midnight,

” New Year” she whispered.

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the fault in our stars

but it smacks of rebellion. it stinks of defiance. the lyrics i write. the places i go. the people i meet. the person i am. right? rebellion to the norms of humanity? ain’t it?

will grayson’s lower casedness makes me think – everything we do reflects our personality.

EVERYTHING.

evERYtHInG.

 holy lord. it is turtles all the way down if you think about it. you’re falling in love with davis pickett, but you don’t admit it. when you try to blog like him, a new happiness crawls into your life. and that page doesn’t have a back button. not even a refresh. it’s an eternal labyrinth. it can’t be exited.

sometimes that rebellion is connected to a person. like in ‘the fault in our stars’. you don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world…but you do have some say in who hurts you.  i like my choices. i sure do like my choices. now i’m probably on the brink of writing some john green fan fiction, which sure i will write one day….but my heartstrings are seriously tied to turtles all the way down and the fault in our stars. only because it partly tells my story.

sorta, kinda, yeah.

during the eclipse of your life, ignore the umbra. if you pay much attention to it, it’s just going to unleash more darkness. life is such a small word, right?

but what it disguises within itself is scarier and more beautiful than life itself.

all my pain is connected to a something. or a someone. and i’m not quoting anybody.

I know that you’re afraid:

I’m just going to walk away-

It’s only going to hurt,

If I don’t.

 

sometimes i feel the need of walking away. it just helps.

well i guess we all have a hamartia, after all.

and i guess, my thoughts are stars i cannot fathom into constellations.

it is an privilege to have my heart broken by you.

Sirens (Part I)

Darkness is a myth;

Let’s run away now,

Falling in this abyss,

Sirens are blaring on high.

It’s four a.m.

The sinners are on high.

Red on the sidewalk,

Isn’t it a beautiful sight?

Jaywalking the black parade,

Silence isn’t a word-

The kiss of Thanatos;

Is what the moon is whispering.

Cops are trailing and on-

Darkness is a myth,

Impeccable is what they say,

The victims,

They know better.

The slithering of the reptile;

The times are changing fast-

The cruel, harsh jab,

Of the cold metal-

It’s against her neck,

It hurts, It hurts, It hurts, It hurts,

The sirens are blaring on high.

The spark

Has the candle of-

Your consciousness,

Burned away?

Now you’re,

Stressed out.

Stop playing pretend;

It just doesn’t help.

To play the possum-

Those questions are,

Burning in your mind;

The questions which you can’t answer.

Just try-

The universe will conspire,

To help you achieve it.

But you don’t try,

As you’re only human.

It’s a highway-

Leading to Nico and the Niners,

Leading to tomorrow.

The spark will ignite,

When the time comes.

It’s a game within games,

And it’s time to say checkmate.

Morning

Morning, she said, morning;

She never knew what was to come,

Until it came.

Who was she?

Beguiling and mysterious,

Relentlessly reckless-

Those forgotten eyes,

And mysterious charm.

She had learnt her lesson well,

She put her war paint on-

It didn’t matter;

As the world was a clock,

Ticking down the last seconds of humanity,

Humans thought they had a forever to live in ,

Now they only realized,

That they didn’t have that eternity.

The hysterical euphoria;

She was a believer-

In the myths, which the world-

Had forgotten, amidst the war.

Afternoon, she said, afternoon;

The war had already begun-

But she believed in peace,

And lowered her gun steadily,

But then, she believed in a lot of things;

That didn’t work out for her.

She was magic-

She was humanity.

The battle raged on,

Her wounds just worsened,

He was the preacher, she was the listener;

He said,

I am the sculptor,

And you will be my sculpture.

I am the blacksmith,

And you will be my weapon.

Little did he know,

That she would be humanity’s weapon.

Evening, she said, evening;

She was all ready for combat,

And so she fought,

Fought for humanity’s sake.

The enemy was lethal,

But she was so much more than that.

It was an infinite sea;

Of blood and human tears-

The war raged on;

If her death meant allowing,

Thousands of others to live,

She decided that it was worth it-

Night, she said, night

As she took her last breath-

Lying on the battlefield,

Sculpted by the sculptor.

Waiting patiently,

For the morning that would never come.

 

 

Veni, Vidi, Vici

I came, I saw, I conquered, right?

Well, here’s a story:

Barmecide

Was she a winner?

Oh yeah, she was.

But she was lonely

And all too stranded.

Was she a believer?

Oh no, she wasn’t

She needed a shoulder to cry on,

As she had none.

Daydreams, night skies,

Sugar and dynamite.

Long nights, too many fights

Horror and colorless dyes.

She had been dying of solitude,

But then came the guardian angel,

Her angel was made of cinnamon

And dark chocolate,

She was all her happiness,

She was her mirth,

She showed her all the wonders,

All the happiness,

Of this iridescent world.

The wonderful flower,

Which had bloomed out of nowhere,

The nonchalant charm,

Which she had never felt before-

Was flowing around ,

Her poker face.

But there was another,

Another who came-

To sabotage her happiness,

To tear it into a million pieces.

The devil took away her angel,

And it was for eternity.

She knew that her happiness was gone,

And it was excruciating.

But she didn’t budge,

But she was gone,

Gone forever.

Gone to another heaven,

Where she had little remembrance of her.

She cried,

And cried.

And thought,

And thought-

Why? She thought,

Why?

There was no one to answer her.

Why?

She gave up all hope,

And gave up all joy,

And waited for return

Patiently,

And eternally.

She met a superhero,

She lost her,

She wanted her back,

She never got her back.

 

 

 

 

 

Three Day Lyrical Challenge!

Hey World! Hope you’re having a great Friday!!!!

I’d like to thank Alicia  for nominating me for this challenge. It really means a lot!!! :):)

The rules are simple:

  1. Thank the person who nominated you.
  2. Share one of your favorite song/lyrics one at a time for three days.
  3. Nominate three other bloggers each day

For starters, I am a GREAT Ed Sheeran fan.

And on the first day of this challenge, I’m going to recommend one of his songs!!

The lyrics are very deep and I really love it!!!

The A Team

[Verse 1]
White lips, pale face
Breathing in the snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light’s gone, day’s end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men

[Pre-Chorus]
And they say
She’s in the Class A Team

Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18

But lately, her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries

And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us

[Chorus]
‘Cause we’re just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple of grams

And she don’t want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man

It’s too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly

[Verse 2]
Ripped gloves, raincoat
Tried to swim and stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
Loose change, bank notes
Weary-eyed, dry throat

Call girl, no phone

[Pre-Chorus]
And they say
She’s in the Class A Team

Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18

But lately, her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries

And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us

[Chorus]
‘Cause we’re just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple of grams

And she don’t want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man

It’s too cold outside
For angels to fly

Here’s the link to the song :
Hope you like it!!
Thank you for stopping by!