First Person

Why? I gave you my all and yet you left me in this horrid state. My world revolved around you but it meant nothing, not a single thing because everything has been flushed down the drain.
What I am now is empty, no worth and no direction. Sorrow already consumed my soul and pity is all that's left in my mind. Oh life, no more will I walk this hell and stay to endure the wounds that you've caused. This is too much for a mere mortal to bear, I am but a feeble being who wanted love yet I harbored grief.
There's a limit to everything and I think mine has reached its peak, I would rather end it here and sleep to never wake up again.

Here I rest soaked in the water of my tears, head lain oe'r my hearts tribulation and fears. Wish me solace or cast upon me curses, silence is all I heed as this day passes. Shush, I plead thee and let my mind stay sober so none will hinder my eternal slumber.

What's Eating You

History repeats itself, and yes it does haunt you for some odd reason. It was a mistake that I tried to recreate today, well it's an improved version. The pin that pierced my skull has turned into a jack hammer. Oh my! This is absolutely insane. I think I already lost it, the last strand cut by my own hands. This is uber rubbish!

Bent

The same thing over and over again, I keep on stabbing my head with a pin that never goes through my skull. Thick, demented, and idealistic now I'm starting to dredge the virtues planted within me. The bandwagon sign states that it's worth the try and it's something you should not miss. I think I've been trying half my life to find it but I always end up hurting myself. Every time I find it, there's always something wrong. Jinxed as my friend calls it, she told me once that I have a knack for these types. Now I'm starting to see that as a fact, it's been quite a while that I've wondered why she usually hits my sight. Going into detail may reveal who she is so let's skip that. All that I know for now is that she's a diamond in the rocks, rough and she doesn’t know how precious she is.
Everything has been set to the limits, I mean everything including my views. I'm at the brink of just letting everything go and see where the tides will take me.
Scars are the best marks for remembering a mistake and yes I have a big one that says "Aye I'm stupid". Words are words that can be forgotten, written in the wind and blown by the whim of change. I would not want to divulge anything that may sooner or later be the trigger to cut the last strand of my sanity.
This is starting to sound like a senseless gewgaw, alright I'll be going back to my little gloomy corner.
Forever lost in words, trapped in the action of a virulent reality, bent to imperfection as the angel hymns her wailing soliloquy.

Fifth Beatitude

His hand open, empty, skinny and filled with dirt. With tattered clothes and a cane on his other hand, he held on to the metal poles of despair. The soul who stands restless and searching for a cause that will extend their life for another day. Would there be anyone to take heed?

Another soul in the brink of despondency, the eyes that does not mirror her soul and her hands wounded. Can you see anything through her eyes? Behold her face, tainted by sorrow scarred by life and gasping for hope.

Solace, is it too much to lend a hand?

Positively

Tis everyday that I ask myself if I am ready to go on and live to see the end, with all hesitations, I answer positively. Then comes the question that always comes into mind, am I ready to love and learn the common ways of man? Yes, I'm ready to learn the common ways of man, but how about love?

A well laid plan for the kings and their knights, however it's a bitter snare of reality for the lonely foot soldiers. You see as a foot soldier we try to risk our necks in order to pave the way for the all gallant and chivalrous knight in shining armor, but if the girl was able to keep a four leaf clover she might end up with the king instead.
Love to me is more like a struggle that devours the courage within the bravest men, a sickness that causes temporary insanity and a state of no return. The way I defined it will tell you what views I have about it. Yes I'm lonely hopeless romantic, looking for the right person who will release me from my chain of skepticism about this thing called love.

What does it really mean? A novice never really knows what it is except when the time comes that he falls into it and comes out of the pit. What if he does'nt come out? Will that mean it's the end?
Questions, questions, and more questions it's bound with endless questions. Why? How? What if? Is there a real definition to love? It has inspired many word weavers and was explained in numerous manners but what really is the meaning of platonic love?
I am a bit perplexed, why? If I ask you "Is love pity?" what will you answer? Think about it.

Another question if I may, Is love a decision or is it an emotion? Why ask this? I don't know.

A Glimpse of Sanity

Silence, then I halt my thoughts to linger within my world. Darkness, all I can see is darkness then I realized that my eyes were closed. Sitting, waiting ,and wondering why I chose to stay blinded by the sighs that whisper in the air. Am I alone to weep everytime that I will fumble? Will hopeless chants of solitude see me through? Can life be bound to end where you began? As I wallow in my sorrow a shadow caught my sight. Then it all came to my senses, did I ever looked around me? Was I even listening?
What clouded my mind was my eyes and I was shouting from within, no wonder I was hearing whispers. Too much solitude consumed me, now reality wants to take me back.

Was this the reason why I chose to close my eyes? Dementia, now I clamour light and the hymns of cherubims.