So
Life gets in the way of living
Too caught up to see you’re winning
Spinning too fast and non-existing
Don’t know even what you’re chasing
You
Rushing to meet your deadlines
Stumbling to beat the clock’s chime
Dying to reap the next dime
Trying to keep up lifelines
Just
Breathe in, take a second please
Soak in all the beautiful feels,
Make time to make more memories
Moments you’re in-cherish these
Coz the future gives no guarantees
Live
Shadowy bodies moving slowly,
shuffling to find their place in the cold gloomy room
And suddenly walking through the door,
an intruder
sitting by my side;
Quiet, serious, a gleam of sad determination in his eye
I try to gauge me feelings
I am not annoyed, as I would have been with another
Nor does nervous curiosity make my heart beat ever slightly faster
I settle upon Wary,
but I can taste the words on my tongue
a memory of ebbing and flowing repartee
There was a time where I had resigned to my fate
had it come to that,
I should have been so lucky, yet
your presence reminds me of all my mistakes
my indifference, my stubbornness, my ugly
I know you’re here to change my mind and
For a fraction of a second
thoughts ricochet into a array of possibilities
of familiarity and ease
and absurdly, you lacing up your blue shoes
But I stand, disoriented yet resolute
the confusion clears, and the illusion collapses
and the intruder fades back to the trench in my mind
waiting to be roused again from the shadows
Every heart beat sends a million knives through my veins
Every thought sends a sharp stab through my heart
Every vision releases a waterfall of tears
Every word
Every
Beautiful
Word
Kills me
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| words_by_retrodiva3 |
Go placidly amidst the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.
-Desiderata, Max Ehrmann
Drink it in, that bitter pill
You’re running short on drugs
The grey is lonely, the black is still
And Murphy cries for hugs
A game of chicken between us both
Who’ll be the first to blink?
You always win, most of the time
But that’s just what you think
I’ll corner you and ask you why
I’ll burn you with these sweets
And though you try and try and try
You’ll end up in defeat
The battle wages, forth and on
It carves in me a hole
But both our silence fills the void
That grows within our souls
One day we’ll tire, or else give up
Then each to their own way
And in regret we’ll think of when
Our drug could save the day
I awake, into my dream
I climb out into the nostalgic sunlight, golden and warm on my skin
This is a hidden memory, one from the future
The red walls, serene and academic
The faint chatter of hungry minds in the faraway distance
I know this place, yet I’ve never been here
This is yours, your past and I am intruding, but its not my choice
And as everyone flows around me, I walk in a daze
Two teams are playing, a ball bouncing up and down and up,
Impossibly, on a hill, and one team is in blue, I remember
I wander on into a parking lot, empty and bare and suddenly I am afraid, alone
I find my way out, rushing back to the warm sun, the chatter, the crowd
And separated by a screen, I touch your fingers and whisper
I tell you what plagues my mind
I apologise
I know people are watching but I also know,
with regret, that this is just a dream
and you smile, nod, and understand
and as I’m pulled against my will away from my reverie
we are walking side by side into a dim future
and I awake, into the dullness of reality
Is there anything more beautiful that a star spangled sky on a cool cloudless night?
A longing for the open emptiness that a Desert posesses
The freedom from the ropes and ties of mundane life
Purity of minds and thought, concentration on what is essential
Focus of energy to building up your soul
Connection with yourself, with Nature, and with The Almighty
To hear your heart, as loud and clear as a hidden stream
To be in tune with the land, the creatures, the air, wind and sun
To submit yourself wholly to God
Is there a dream more wonderful than this
or one less a struggle?
Its the eyes that call you in,
But no matter how hard you try,
You can never remember the color that they show,
Only the hold
of their penetrating gaze
