The end...(?)

This is to be my end,
This is to be my end,
Towards the sky my head ascend,
These wounds my heart can never amend.
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I've put everything but myself,
Now I'm stuck in my own shelf,
When even all health and wealth,
Cannot cure the wrath upon myself.
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I heeded not the words of Him,
Live, I shall in this shame,
For I know, it'll not be the same;
For I know, all I have, or not, is just a dream.
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Now my tears flow with no end,
And the heart bleeds with no end
Is this to be my end...
Is this to be my end?
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*Found this somewhere in my room...hahah.!

Words

It's amazing how words are used

For detailed, awe-inspiring descriptions

Or words of heartfelt appreciation

What more, worst still

When it is used

To deceive

With a face hard as stone, sculpted and etched

Yet within those words were

Words of confession of love and admiration

Words

How limited they are

And how superficially rigid they can be.

Society

It was a cold night

Everything

Was planned for tomorrow

Nonetheless,

It screwed up.

She sat on the bed

Looking up at him

She said:

You're wearing a mask

Tell the truth.

He walks away

And closes the door on her

Why do women

Always have to have their way?

She seethed with hatred

He stomped with anger

She was being difficult

He was being headstrong

Neither wants to compromise.

There they remained

All night long

She wanted to keep strong

He wanted to keep his ego

They both thought each other

Selfish

That night

Relationship was broken

The seed of distance

Of hatred

Was sown

They both remained

Where they were

On the bed

In the hall

They both lost out

And was defeated by life.

Untitled

Down a silent path I walk

Where all else refuse to venture

As the breeze of wind feel stronger

I hear ripples of water behind me

Was there someone behind me?

Was there someone all along?

I turned away from my destination

And there, I see a clear vision

Stood in shock and pure fear

Never would I stay here.

Never have nature seen

Such lowly a fiend.

Chill

The chill from the wind blowing
Is all that I feel
On my face

Right to the core of my bones

All surrounding me
Is a vacuum
The bleak voidness
Which reflects
My heart
My emotions
My feelings.

And I stand alone

On this despicable mountain

Is the sun alone

Enough to light up

The entire universe?

Desert

I stand
In the middle
Of nowhere
Of vastness.
I'm in a desert

It feels
Like I'm being deserted.
Left alone
Under the scorching sun
That sears my skin.

My eyes
Can't see clearly
My throat feels
As dry as the desert

Can someone
Give me a cup of water?

The Fire that Flames

There is a small fire
Here in my heart
That gives me life
That makes me vibrant

A fire
May be hope
May be anger
May be passion
May be perseverance

Beware
Of which type of fire
You flame

Winter and A Tree

It is the time of the year
when the snow falls
and covers the ground of the earth
Isn't it beautiful?
But it is cold
can someone help me?

A tree stands alone in the middle of the road
the shadow of the tree is its only companion
The tree does not mind
For there is freedom
That is why it stood ahead
Of the other trees
In the nearby forest

But the tree looks on
to the road
where there are tyre marks
That shows the complicated routes of life
On the endless road that lies ahead

Can this tree continue with this freedom?
Or be hacked by a lumberjack?

Deja Vu

Staunch in my silence
i refused to impose on you
the truth of my realization
for fear it would hurt you
words that i cannot say
scream on the inside
shatters the hourglass
dismantling with time
history has since reminded me
that repetition despises pain
and the only way to relent
is letting it go
spare me from another ride
'cause even fighters need a break
if there is too much at stake
i'd rather give it up and walk away
as for all these strenous moments of deja vu
i'm gladly giving them back to you.....

Freedom

Freedom,
It's not
how you are able
to move about freely;
There's more to it.
It's being able
to make your own choices

Choices in life
choices in friends
choices in career
choices in way of life

Freedom
does not come easily
one has to fight for it
but it does not help
when there's a big obstacle
which involves emotions

Freedom
I once had a taste of it
Only to be robbed of it
Now

How am I to redeem my freedom?