Solitary

Rocking the chair to and fro,
swift and sassy.
Not one morsel
the empty vessels glaring
questioning her about the spaces,
the cracks in the wood
and the walls staining.

Every twilight would pass
and her bronze earrings would vibrate
at the sound of inviting footsteps.
The door,empty,
a cold hard breeze rushing in,
and her fingers reaching the damp switch,
commencing the end of another time of hope.

She screamed at those curtains,
the ones hanging loosely
on the big window near the balcony.
Red,rotten,entangling her,
entangling her fingers.
her veins.
Twisting her bones,
choking her blood.

She would let those curtains, abuse her,
because they alibied out every time.
She would be left,
with the empty vessels glaring at her,
the cracks and the stains.
The vacant doorway,the window,the curtain,
all the same,all mundane.

Soul searching.

They say twenty years of life is nothing,it is just the tip of an entire ice berg. Funny,considering how only a tip of that drowned an entire ship.I have lived twenty years and a little more,I have lived in hell and heaven. True to common belief life is a roller coaster ride,it's schizophrenic,bipolaric and the rest too.


I have exams in five days,this time in particular makes me think a lot.With so much to study distraction sweeps me off my concentration easily. I have thought a lot,about people. I have thought about life without them and with them.This instance there is a heart break and u absorb,yes,human beings tend to absorb. I have absorbed. I feel shaken. I wish my mom would have never taught me perspective,because implementing it is scary.


You wont believe me,when I say it is scary?It is horrifying to hear tears and even more horrifying to have that person trust you with them.I will be beside you fails to work when your heart is pierced with the expected impending doom. You know it will kill you,but you wait,holding your breath,your faith,for a change of mind, Only if life were a movie. The dagger is slashed across the soul eventually,and you collect those bits and pieces and sew them together,but you are never the same.


A beautiful monster rips the cages of your ribs and you let it happen.