Friday, April 24, 2020

Anxiety

Look at them, they're just staring at me
Like come and watch the skinny kid
With a steadily declining mental health
And laugh as he attempts to give you what he cannot give himself
                                                                                   - Bo Burnham

Friday, April 19, 2019

Everpresent Beautiful Melancholia

"Grief is a hole you walk around in the daytime and at night you fall into it."
                                                                                              - Priscilla Denise Levertov

Monday, May 19, 2014

You Need To Feel (Credits : Dido)

And when we meet 
Which I'm sure we will 
All that was there 
Will be there still
I'll let it pass 
And hold my tongue
And you will think 
That I've moved on....

Monday, September 23, 2013

Gloomy Sunday- Reszo Seress/ My Words, Someone Else's Mouth

Sadly one Sunday I waited and waited
With flowers in my arms for the dream I'd created
I waited 'til dreams, like my heart, were all broken
The flowers were all dead and the words were unspoken
The grief that I knew was beyond all consoling
The beat of my heart was a bell that was tolling
Saddest of Sundays
Then came a Sunday when you came to find me
They bore me to church and I left you behind me
My eyes could not see one I wanted to love me
The earth and the flowers are forever above me
The bell tolled for me and the wind whispered, "Never!"
But you I have loved and I bless you forever
Last of all Sundays

Friday, September 20, 2013

The Organic Broadcast III

She had been his shield, his protector, his hiding place. Not from the world, it had already done all the damage it could.But from himself. Now the Vacuity echoed his forlorn cries for help, for her and made them resonate with his violence.

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

The Things Best Hidden II

People stare in wonder at my emotionless facade, in wonder at my perceived indifference towards the most extreme stimuli, in wonder as my pillars crumble around me. Ever wondered why the glass of water you took from my hands tasted salty?

The Unconditional I

If she were to ask me for anything, I would say yes blindly. For anything at all, I would never refuse. She asked for that one thing, I still said yes only this time I was blinded by tears.