i miss my friends
scattered around every which way
i miss my friends
a song overheard
we used to sing together, out of tune
lyrically lazy
cheapest soda
only to get more and more, wasting time
how precious
riding a moped
sitting four with olympian skills
on a flat tyre
not lazy, now crazy busy
gulping pricey liquids alone
four seater, sits one
blinded by the smile
unworried what lies underneath
unbeknownst, your penchant
to use a commodity that i am
and throw me away
the unknown path,
why is it calling me
everyone’s left the shore
why is it showing me the way
i breath because of you
i see the world
but the eyes are yours
i exist because of you
i am used to it now
i walk this lonely road
unending, unbending
i stop on this lonely road
unrepentant, unburdened
i am used to it now
this path, what do they want
they are immovable
these limbs, what do they want
they are unstoppable
i am used to it now
a secret in those eyes
hidden away, locked
the betrayal and the lies
i feel i’m being mocked
a feeling uneasy, every time
i look at you now
and you say everything’s fine
yet you broke the vow
would you gain back the trust
so unceremoniously broken
or give in again to lust
and be just a token
a secret never for another ear
but only for those eyes
staring through the crumpled mirror
and with it, it shall die
The daily prompts are getting a bit boring now. I don’t know if that’s due to me trying to do most of them or because they are actually boring. Or maybe the rut is getting to me. I don’t want that. But sometimes you can’t control these things. The whole point is to be able to get through and come out the other side. I’m trying that.
Right now, it’s getting difficult to manage life. I feel pretty stressed out about tomorrow. And tomorrow I’ll feel the same about the day after. What I need right now is some change in the everyday proceedings. It’s funny how difficult any transition can be. Being unsure of yourself seems to be part of the job.
As to how long this will take is something I can’t put my finger on. There’s something called theory of inertia which states that objects that are moving or stationary will remain to do so unless acted upon by an external force. That’s actually the first law of motion. Seems to resonate a lot in life, not just the realm of physics. I need to find an external force to get out of this inertia. Act, you imbalanced force, act.
a rut, my life
lazy, lonesome
i feel empty
vicious, lost
even misery laughs
A path often traveled full of thorns
Long walks beside weary shadow
Omnibus life singing drab songs
Not one selfless act, life so shallow
End misery, pack up… so long
sometimes it just so happens
you are thrust into responsibilities
uncontained
a life flashes by and echos of
misunderstandings brings words
unconstrained
momentary lapse and regret knocks
sinking heart pulses with self
disdain
escalation elevates erring enmity
encapsulating entire egos erstwhile
entrenched
maturity jumps ships exposing
baseless wounds of yore still
maintained
shiny times simply forgotten
a choice for misery
sustained
just a step in the right direction
or a step back consciously if not
abstained
a chance mayhaps at a journey
together without blades for tongues
retained
clutched in my hand
lies a parchment
words they say, it reads
scrambled thoughts
syncing unceremoniously
unprovoked thoughts from
my soul to the page
a euphoria, soon dread
who knew how eyes pierced
through your heart
stutter, stumble significant
scary silence, snide snickers
sick stomach
survive stares, say something
school said scholars
let them know the control
squarely lies in sweaty palms
a clown they want
so don’t tell you are looking at
a gathering naked, just black socks
