• will the pain stop?

    staring at the crossroad
    through the abyss
    life – bought and sold
    still searching for peace

    thoughts – they won’t leave me
    of ropes and ladders
    a quantum of happiness and i’m
    scared and shattered

    chances: badly fared
    and the world goes on
    will a moment be spared
    if i’m gone?

    could it be better somewhere
    with but just a hop
    freight train on the tracks
    will the pain stop?

  • nomad

    a rucksack full of clothes
    memories, in every pocket
    and one old, bulky laptop
    to relive them all

    i find myself asleep now
    berth to berth, shivering
    forgotten by life itself
    and i – forgetting to live

    trapped within my own mind
    staring at walls made of failure
    desperate for a window
    just for a ray of light

    aimless at the crossroads
    dragging my feet on, and on
    how i hope this sack were light
    and i’d just find home

  • unpause

    i used to be someone
    not special, just unique
    floating with confidence
    in the air free

    look at me now
    disgust and pity is all
    that can be conjured
    through those eyes

    i lost my way trying
    too hard to please others
    knowing my futile actions
    would betray my cause

    and now i stand again
    at the crossroads of choice
    crossing my fingers
    for life to unpause

  • raise

    stuck in here with nothing but
    swirling whirlpool of thoughts
    and the devil is calling
    for my sins are but a few

    the time i gave up on realized
    my betrayal just in time
    and the time is betraying
    for my present is askew

    days are darker and nights light
    my eyes now bereft of shine
    and the devil is calling
    for its pupil new

  • not easy

    it’s not as easy as it seems to be
    for my lips are smiling
    but not my broken heart

    am i to suffer in perpetuity
    for that one mistake one time
    but what of all the good i did

    to wander aimlessly waiting for you
    for just one more night
    but you seem to have moved on

    it is not as it seems
    for my eyes seem to sparkle
    but not my dead soul

  • Erratic Thoughts # 67

    It is so easy to forget about texture of life and get lost in all the gloss… So much temptation in letting go of the good and embracing the bad. All it takes is a will, to lack any will. 

  • this curse

    i can never have hope
    for life will break it
    will promise you the sun
    if you could just make it
    only to snatch away
    every shred of happiness
    and laugh away at your life
    a pathetic crumpled mess

  • Erratic Thoughts # 66

    Just because the eyes are sleeping doesn’t mean that the mind is taking a nap too… 

  • Erratic Thoughts # 65

    Hard to get rid of inertia. The moment you lose focus, you make it difficult to get back to it. Maybe that’s because of the realisation of how easy it is to be lazy.