Forget Him.

Forget his name, forget his face
Forget his kiss, his warm embrace
Forget the love that you once knew
Remember he has someone new
Forget him as they play your song
Remember how you cried all night long
Forget how close you two once were
Remember he has chosen her
Forget you memorized his walk
Forget the way he used to talk
Forget the things he ( Read more... )

I wonder what it's like to be mute.

To not say those hurtful things
To not have made two hearts break
The red line cleanly cut

Words kept within
To stew and simmer
Before it's served

Perhaps it's for the best
That my mouth gets sewn

Let the blood flow
As thread and needle dance.

It's done at last
The seal is inked

Perhaps it's for the best
Isn't it for the best?

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I'm alone.
With nary a soul beside me
The coldness seeps through -
hiding under these layers ;of little use.
I can't feel.
I can't think.
Is this what dying is like?
Or is this hell?

End.

XD I just wrote that crap up. The office is bloody empty seriously - I'm locked in technically. Work's as usual, mundane and boring with the added perks of the MD ( Read more... )

I just had to...I saw the pictures and I just...had to.


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Well...here goes nothing! I know they were are lame and horribly bad ( I cringe when I read it now) but meh, I was glad that at least I wrote something. And accomplished my goal of entering a writing competition. Onwards! And my friends didn't even know I wrote the short story with slash in mind. Hah! Ambiguity rocks...and it's proof that I'm ( Read more... )

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A God's Demons

I am a God.
A GOD.

Worshipped and adored
In shrines big and small
My name uttered in fear or in awe

Gold, silver were brought to me,
To appease me before my golden throne
Eight feet high and taller.
One smile could make millions swoon
Images created in mine -
Tis clear my star never shone brighter.

Now...
I don't even know where I stand.
I miss ( Read more... )

Freaking writer's block

Writers block
Is the bane of plenty around the world
It can strike at any moment,
And the end may never come for some

People have plenty of ways
To overcome this mental disease
From multi-tasking to drinking
Alas, nothing seems to work for me

Tis' a pity,
There is no cure
And there never will be.

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Sometimes I wonder if anyone realises that even clowns like us have the right to be down

Sometimes I wonder if people think that my job defines all that is me

Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I told them the truth - that

sometimes I cry behind closed doors, reality weighing heavily on me

sometimes I drink my life away, trying to ( Read more... )