Untitled #29

29 November 2014

It is devouring me up slowly

Mentally crippling the souls

Anger, sadness, disappointment, fear, indifferent all convoluted

It is easy to forgive but difficult to forget

The truth taunting me to stay apart

As the lie remains stabbed and gouged will time really help heal the pain?

Using empathy as a relief, yet who is thinking of me

Are you?

Splitting myself into multiple identities

Each encompassing the individual emotions to subdue

In the mid of the night is when sadness sinks

Deeper and deeper

Consciousness of the forceful voice coaxing the weak

Suicidal watch, yet who is watching

Are you?

Aftermath of Sylvia Plath

Morbid

Drab
Revelation of Ted Hughes

Untitled #28

28 November 2014

Is that how it feels like

Disappointment aching 

A deep grasp of fingernails digging into the flesh of the heart

The shallow air forces through

As each ticking tune echoes

Daydreaming fades to a dramatic, thoughtful tragedy

The gush of warm water fell on my shoulders

Every day it is this mundane melody

People seek

People lost

Intertwine in an empty disconnection

Forgotten he said, she said

Persistence of vision triggers a sensory memory

Settling of a storm

Exhausted

humans connection

The growing uproar of internet users
Brings the world closer
By a simple click of the mouse
Yet it has not revealed the utmost contentment of its power.

The users are still the same inside and out
No matter where the modem is connected.

The convictions are that users need to share
And voice about anything
The interest they cared
Another alternative to vex.