i search for things i never could
find, for i’m blind to its answers.
looking for comparisons and contrasts,
for synonyms, homonyms and antonyms,
for BOTH, NOT, OR, AND, NEAR,
and all that i could find in between.
i search for things i need not find,
for its answers i know to be unkind.
like looking for hellos but finding goodbyes,
like waiting for “too” but hearing “thank you”,
like searching for “you” to complete me…
It’s been long since I’ve written something about something. Years of inactivity has dulled by senses and my intellect even more. I’ve even forgotten when to use that or which, not that anyone knows about it. Because I doubt anyone here has given it thought. - end
all i want to say is, school is for the deluded. even though im done with it, i cant get it out of mind that it was detrimental to my education towards becoming an intelligent and wise human being. although their intention was to give people heuristic knowledge, so far it has been quite to the contrary.
i still maintain my stand that compulsory miseducation should be stopped.ibagsak!ibagsak!
i initially intended to drink a cup of coffee, but there isn’t any hot/warm water…
i’m awake because there’s no place to sleep…
my ass hurts from all this sitting…
everything changes…even yourself.and the good thing and bad thing about it is that it is entirely up to us, it is up to us to decide.
and such tasks are difficult, because the older we get the more weight our decisions have…to make or remake our lives.
in truth, we are own angels and demons.
whether we like it or not.
whether we admit it or not.
frost
there was a time,
when you were my love, my very life.
when I could give you the sun
or catch you a falling star.
but it’s all in the past now
- gone and forgotten,
a fading memory in my heart.
confessions of a cantankerous mind
my mind goes numb as today passes into yesterday
when today is no different from yesterday
and the days before.
standing room
she knows not
of how greatly she is missed…
without falter.
and i know not
of how greatly my affection grows…
without falter.
perhaps the weight of the things i’ve said,
might beckon her to where i stand.
per diem
eternally awakening
i wake from waking sleep
and close my eyes for a moment of a day
going past sun and red dusk
each broken hour lifted off my days
without going,
without passing me by…
