duminică, 20 martie 2011

So...you wanna be reborn?!

["It is undisputed whether or not humanity would choose life when confronted with self-destruction"-Vic]

You are sick of stress,
And so am I,
You hate what is fake,
And thus you begin to tell the truth from lies.

You look so tired sometimes,as if you could barely walk,
And when waking in the night,all you can see is the dark.
Yet feel no fear my dear,
For your path shall soon be clear.

It takes only but a moment,
Sometimes simply just a glance,
To rid thyself of all that you carry,
And bury that which lies restless.

miercuri, 16 martie 2011

Freezing clocks

["Just because the clock freezes,that doesn't mean that time has stopped."-Vic]

You are all alone,
As they let you go,
Left with a meaning and a name,
With a bag and a pocket of blame.

Are you tempeted to surrender?
Are you waiting for the dream to end?
If so,then it is only you that deserves the blame,
As the dream is fake,and you shall never wake.

If you trust a soul in the world,
Not two,nor three or more,but one,
Then dedicate a lifetime of selflishness to either him or her,
For no one will see you more younger,smarter or better as your chosen trusted.

luni, 7 martie 2011

Beware the...ME?!

["In time of peril or danger,instincts tell us to flee and reach safety,yet "safety" is merely our own way of falling in the real trap" -Vic]

Broken bits and pieces fall crumbling from the ceiling
As the sky lays its heavy burdens on the roofs.
We all pray towards the sky,thinking of our Gods,
But never do we conceive that the sky might be saturated by our wishes.

Belief is like a fresh piece of bred,
As it slowly disintegrates with the passing of time,
Like the course of a strange poem,stripped of rhyme,
In the hands of a reader that knows the ending ahead.

In conclusion,we should be reticent to judge,
For no one comes and goes and some don't even fudge,
So I blast and curse them all alike,
And in my delusion I dream of their heads on a spike.