I wanted to share this with you all.
Classical Music is something that makes me realize the power of a human mind. Just sounds and vibrations arranged in a certain rhythm can make us ooze with emotions.
It's beautiful to see how people can understand the meaning of a song, the feelings behind it even when there are no lyrics, no certain path to tread.
This prelude composed by Chopin is one of my favourites. It has a certain melancholic tint to it and , I feel, tragic undertones.
This piece makes me remember the losses along my way. I reminisce in the memory. I sometimes even get angry, when I feel the unfairness of the loss.
Listen to it when you have time to think and reflect. It may make you cry, it made me.
An Angel
Everyone has one
They watch upon us, they say
Aiding us through strangest of means
But when your angels turn to beasts
And haunt your dreams
Darkness spreads everywhere, no way out
You must become comfortable in this hell
For now fury is your peace
Your demons, they can’t be drowned
And you start to sink in the black water
They are your salvation
What is there in morality?
Submit
You are meant to be bad
You shall so enjoy, you feel
Revenge from fate
Although this path is forlorn and condemned
And a transient relief
Who is to say I won’t succeed?
Lifeline
My dog doesn’t realize how his leash is a lifeline a grip on his reality keeping him from the cold regardless impact of cars or the enticing aroma of freedom that would lead him so far from home he might never make it back no matter how strong the pull of his hunger or the ache for his toys and bed or even the sound of his name being called out over and over through all the empty streets within my ever-broken heart.
Within the dark forest
A humid element and dense fog
Coating the perceived dark soil of my self
An uncured and unwilted earth
Too dense for a breath
In this hardened lump of clay
Uncultivatable since forever
A seed has been sown
The seed is of a need
Of a friendship and a love
Of germination
It belongs to a field
The soil is still set and hard
Tormented by torrents of rain and storm
Of high winds and meteoric stones
Infested with the dark worms of doubts
And the spread of pain's fungi
Rotten roots and corpses of rodents
A stunted sapling or death
Is meant
But
The tilling of the soil, the seed brings
A shelter from degradation
Slashing of the grey canopy
The soil softens
Under a new brighter light
A warmer shine
Creatures breath
The rot expunged
The seed warms up
Hope for an orange fruit
Let me drown in the cold wind of solitude A shiver of pleasant memory, I feel The heat of anger subsides Although the path is destructive and forlorn A breath is what I need Relief from the crushing helplessness Wind was numbing and parasitic
For a bright second sun shines But then the betrayal resurfaces I plummet into the seemingly never ending tunnel of despair Tumbling and falling but I try to hold on But the shadow is all I can see and I can’t outrun it Because it is attached to me
These cuts and wounds of joy are treasured souvenirs They remind me of my loss,my downfall Their presence pains me But I couldn’t afford parting I love it I hate it The bittersweet memory
It was evening then. Just 7:30, but the night had already set. The dim streetlight cast a bluish hue over me. I was walking in the street, towards the pool side of the B block. I was wearing a hoodie,the hood covering my head. My gait and the hoodie signalled ignorance but I knew it was just a pretense. I knew it hid me from the gazes of other, it hid me from their faces, which told me what they were thinking, it hid me from thinking too much. Cold winter wind was blowing. I was wearing shorts and could feel it flowing around my bare shins. It flew through me. The coldness went through me like a ghoul. It sucked energy from me. Goosebumps signalling its departure. Leaving me momentarily empty. But I felt alive. The heat in me receded. The anger subsided. The cold wind felt fresh in my lungs. It chilled my nose. It felt tingly. The wind was addictive. I wanted more cold, more release. I wanted to feel it in my body. I wanted to drown in it. It gave me relief but took my life. While I write this my nose bleeds. I feel the red warm blood flowing out, dropping to the ground. Turning from deep red to ferric tangerine. The wind was parasitic.
“The normalcy of life burning a hole in my curious soul
Where it should have been nurtured, my creativity
Is rotting in the stillness of mundane
Is it educated out of me?
Steered away from interests because they say
“You would never get a job doing that!”
Or has my imagination drowned?
Imagination, a gift as potent as birth
Where it should have sailed into my adulthood
Has been stumped prematurely
Has life become a soothe stream, with occasional waves?
Where it should be a whirlpool of experiences
Claps of thunder breaking the monotony
Mute now defines it
Am I living? Is there liveliness?
Its presence I have never felt
But its absence is apparent
Have we all donned masks?
And dissolved in the masses
Lost our individuality
Is this all a pretense?”
This is one of my earlier works.
Words flow from the deepest gashes of our deepest injuries. If you treat the wound and let it scab over, The words won’t come anymore.
stay miserable because I like the way you bleed. (via housewiththereddoor)
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They Change Us
From man To monsters
Frome monster To men
Such Mercurial Is Our Nature
This blog is about the mysteries within us, within me. It has poems, music, pictures, short excerpts and art. This blog is primarily for me to share my interests and thoughts, hope that others can relate to it too. I would love for others to participate as well.
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