Right from childhood, I've kept a journal of my private thoughts. Funnily enough, more than prose or just random thoughts, I would often end up writing poetry.
Below is just a sampling of some of it.

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The Urge to write Unbidden, unknown Grabs its Victim Bares its dark side Sinks in its teeth Until… Nothing remains But the leaf Words immortalized Poetry in motion Forever enduring Timeless in a sense :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::	Caught in the middle Two juxtapositions Me the bridge Cementing faith, absolving ideas. Reality confused. Illusion preferred. The mind imploded From within and without The mirror to the self. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
Illusions shatter Reality creeps in The shuddering starts From deep within Shattering forth its cry Emerging from within Until, nothing ceases to matter. Except this wild, pulsating Scream. Rushing up. The mind goes blank Eyes dilate. Silence reigns. And I realize the truth. This is not meant to be. ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::	Music in the background An afternoon at the café Smoke curls upward People all around Lost in my space I lead my existence Bound by chains Shrinked to fit Sounds filter through My consciousness alleviates Out of the zombie Emerges a person Real. Human Being. ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

Living in the midst of absurdity Inane questions, pointless discussions. Reaching a point of disembodied-ness Until nothing matters anymore The world ceases to exist ‘I’ disintegrate and dissolve To join the wetness of the earth For time continues rambling Space confined to the walls Surrounding me. Three-dimensional. Energy, wilting. Waiting. The ugly reality to practicalities… :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

Where has love gone? Sacred pure emotion Blasted to pieces. A dinosaur – extinct. Love – obsolete. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: * Back to the top