Sunday, September 11, 2011
Face The Sun.
■"it was never meant to be" was conveyed.
Different from what had been mentioned.
the crime that time had not forgiven
was fresh in the mind,
unforgotten.
the reaffirmation of our protagonist's fears
shadowed darker than the blackest tars,
and yet,
the dream
was to touch the stars.
as we trod on the lacquered promises,
the aspirations on which the words had trod.
stood on my tell-tale heart again
and conflicts of my worth sank in.
she had a different dream
and it was hard to stand by and watch
as her hands were reaching
for the stars beyond my reach.
the pain was excruciating,
the alternative?
barely liberating.
the familiarity i had initially sought,
found the stars too,
shining bright.
i sought comfort in the choice presented
though i was sure i am mostly deluded.
all alone,
defeated in the dead dark of the night.
i lay
secluded.
what more is there to be said?
the dreams in the past which he cried,
were nothing more than what they were
when they were first conceived there.
in the spaces of the mind
that shouldnt have had.
the toxicity of hope needled in like thread.
the fictitious stars moving further ahead.
what had really been said
in actual fact was,"there might be a chance, please dont be upset.
while it may not have been your first,
the moon is still far from the worst.
the coveted stars wont shine as bright,
when their glow has melded with the night.
the moon
afterall,
reflects the day's light."
with resolve,
i shake my drunken facade.
for self pity helps nobody at all.
while i have been desperately facing the left,
i turn to what i know is right,
though my confidence is far from tall.
face the sun
and follow it.
the moon does afterall,
doesnt it?
something i wrote recently during the night... haha and yes, it wasnt a good night.. went back to camp and had one of the rj dudes to refine my english ( its crap. sigh ) and wala. it looks good.
kinda missed out on blogging lately, due to the hectic life which consist mostly on wakeboarding. gtg! monday blues.
9:18 AM