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Shall I go?

Or would you go for me?

Shall I stay?

Or would you stay for me?

 

Shall I cry?

Or would you cry for me?

Shall I live?

Or would you live for me?

The Living Poor

While the Sun beats down

And the loved ones are inside; protected

the vagabond ploughs about.

 

Thirsty, every drop of water is wine to him

Nothing to call his own, but his soul.

Nothing to do, but travel the roads.

No one to talk, but the wind.

 

A happy face, nay, its filled with sorrow.

A tired man, nay, he shows strength.

A peaceful face, nay, it sparks ambition.

A face deathly pale, and yet it shows life.

 

The ones who are loved stay inside

and the ones who are proud are out, facing the world

Whether they rise,or fall it doesn’t matter

For they lived their gift, till it was theirs no more.

 

 

 

THE WRONG ONE.

“But I love you!” she wailed, with water in her eyes.

I stopped, looked back, with tears of my own.

And Said” Love isn’t when I shield you from the blizzard, babe.

Love is when you kiss me, and we stay cold together.”

REMEMBERING

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With misty eyes, reminisce.

Sang your song, but my voice is alone.

Shivering a little, I continue

Your favourite song,not correctly

But it me reminds me of you.

 

Heart still aches, eyes still leak

Beg for your forgiveness, knowing that you’ve already forgiven.

How could you be so great?

Worse, why didn’t I realize it when you were with me?

 

WEAKNESS

While this may be heaven,

I long for trials, endless pains, and blood and tears

For I, mortal. All I want is to dance with my demons 

So that I can bask in the shade

And burn in the fires

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Memories.

I found this in my English notebook. Been wanting to put this up for some time now:-

And don’t mourn over the passing of time, my dear
For the memories will both free and haunt you.
Instead dance with your angels and demons
And you will live till the end of time.

P.S ”  Inspired from ‘My Week  With Marilyn’. “

From “Bridge Of Light” to “Trap Queen”

Today I just want to write.

I had almost left blogging, what with a bad year of grade 11, with me getting less than I ever got with my life, and my grandmother passing away, I pretty much turned away from blogging and pleased myself with listening to TV and music. I managed to keep the wanderer alive. But now, while i sit alone in a room with my phone and headphones listening to “Bridge Of Light” by Pink (fabulous song, by the way) I finally decided to resume blogging; though for how long, I really don’t know.

This post is whatever that is coming to my head right now. And that is why it is important. Because when you are alone with your thoughts and you give vent to them, no matter how stupid they sound, you can appreciate on the fact that if you had left them inside, they would turn into nightmares and leave you  uncomfortable for the rest of your life. What i say may not sound right, and I don’t blame you. I’m writing whatever is there to write from me right now, for then i will see the clouds with a light heart, will appreciate  the stars and their music, and can close my eyes and plunge into the Soul with an emotional heart, ready to laugh for a friend, or weep for a stranger.

I’m listening to “Trap Queen” now. Just so you know.

My grade 12 started 2 days earlier. For a person who didn’t even hit a 70%, I’m doing pretty great right now. I guess i learnt something from 11th grade. I can only hope I don’t lose its essence.

Its “Impossible” by James Arthur now.

Whenever I’m with my music, i feel i can  actually change the world. Whenever I read books or watch a particular movie, there are points or moments that makes my heart beat faster, my breath shallow, and at some point my whole life can revolve around it. I can’t care less what happens around me at that time.

“Wildest Dreams”. Taylor Swift.

They march unto the fray,

All reminiscing of their lives before now.
Yet when they face the enemy, their hands are steady
For they know that the wind that blows at their faces speaks of love
And it will forever carry the messages of their hearts
To all corners of the earth.
Till the end of Time.
That is enough.

“I’d Love to Change the World”. Jetta.

From “Bridge Of Light” to “Trap Queen”

Today I just want to write.

I have almost left blogging, what with a bad year of grade 11, with me getting less than I ever got with my life, and my grandmother passing away, I pretty much turned away from blogging and pleased myself with listening to TV and music. I managed to keep the wanderer alive. But now, while i sit alone in a room with my phone and headphones listening to “Bridge Of Light” by Pink (fabulous song, by the way) I finally decided to resume blogging; though for how long, I really don’t know.

This post is whatever that is coming to my head right now. And that is why it is important. Because when you are alone with your thoughts and you give vent to them, no matter how stupid they sound, you can appreciate on the fact that if you had left them inside, they would turn into nightmares and leave you  uncomfortable for the rest of your life. What i say may not sound right, and I don’t blame you. I’m writing whatever is there to write from me right now, for then i will see the clouds with a light heart, will appreciate  the stars and their music, and can close my eyes and plunge into the Soul with an emotional heart, ready to laugh for a friend, or weep for a stranger.

I’m listening to “Trap Queen” now. Just so you know.

My grade 12 started 2 days earlier. For a person who didn’t even hit a 70%, I’m doing pretty great right now. I guess i learnt something from 11th grade. I can only hope I don’t lose its essence.

Its “Impossible” by James Arthur now.

Whenever I’m with my music, i feel i can  actually change the world. Whenever I read books or watch a particular movie, there are points or moments that makes my heart beat faster, my breath shallow, and at some point my whole life can revolve around it. I can’t care less what happens around me at that time.

“Wildest Dreams”. Taylor Swift.

They march unto the fray,

All reminiscing of their lives before now.
Yet when they face the enemy, their hands are steady
For they know that the wind that blows at their faces speaks of love
And it will forever carry the messages of their hearts
To all corners of the earth.
Till the end of Time.
That is enough.

“I’d Love to Change the World”. Jetta.

My Parents Meet Their New Grandkids And Tell Me I’m Fat

My Least Favorite Child Today

October 28, 2015

I don’t want to bury the lead but I have to start off by saying that the first 3,000 mile plane trip Arthur and Charles took was shockingly pleasant.  From LA to Boston and back totaled 11 hours in the air and only two of those minutes contained tears.  One of those minutes belonged to me when I found out my in flight TV was busted.

The only outburst occurred on the first flight at take off when Arthur lost his mind for a minute.  I think he did this just as a warning to let us know he had all the power.  He could make this flight as enjoyable or horrible as he wanted. It was important for him to remind us that that the collective fate of everyone on Jet Blue Flight 405 to Boston rested in the palm of his cute little five month…

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