I stomped the earth

I stomped the earth,

I screamed out loud.

I looked around,

Nobody did come.

I stomped the earth,

I seethed in rage.

I threw a fit,

None a battered eyelid.

I stomped the earth,

I climbed the stairs.

I reached the top,

Nobody cared.

I stomped the earth,

I tripped on a step.

I cried out in pain,

All in vain.

I stomped the earth,

But alas I couldn't.

For the feet that gave me strength,

At last they've wounded.

And when the dust cleared,

I see the stinging eyes,

Red with forlorn;

The burning noses,

Runny with disappointment.

I see the scratched skin,

Sore with abuse;

I see the parched throats,

Weary from thirst.

I stomped the earth,

But all I raised.

Was soil that hurt,

And blinding dust.

And for that, I want to stomp the earth,

For it gives me strength.

But I won't anymore,

A horrid cycle of addiction.

I'll stomp the earth,

One last time;

For memory's sake.

For retribution, fate.

But shall ne'er I stomp again,

For it hurts those

That has taken the liberty,

To stand around me.

For it hurts those,

That has taken the faith,

To wait for me.

For it hurts those,

That has taken the trust,

To befriend me.

For it hurts those,

And it blinds me.

For dirt stirred,

Does nothing but to choke and cloud your vision.

Never again.

Human Nature

Need, want.
Require.
Survival, pride.
Satisfaction.

I could have everything yet nothing at all.
I could have nothing and everything at the same time.

Need/ Want.
Need : Want.
Need = Want
Need to want.

What it needs is to want less, what it wants is to need less.

Thereafter, peace = inner, outer, transcendental.

Thereafter, a chance for happiness.

Thereafter, a reason to smile.

Whatever

No point asking me something when you already know my answer.

Greece,

Switzerland,

Venice,

Rome,

Germany.

You know I'd consider you first.

But it's not like you'd ever do the same for me.

Please, whatever.

Never Be There

If you ever had the heart,

Just talk to me,

And I'll be there to speak

If you ever had the guts,

Just smile at me,

And I'll be there to laugh

If you ever had the doubt,

Just ask me,

And I'll be there to answer

If you ever treasured us,

Just appreciate,

And I'll be there to reminisce

But you never had the heart,

Never had the guts,

Never had the doubt,

Never regarded anything.

So sad to say, as it were now

I'll never be there

Just like I knew you never were.

The Perfect Little Rose

I saw a perfect little rose,

Lying on the ground,

Cut from its stem.

It was red,

It was green,

It was delicate,

It was perfect.

Yet it was cut from its stem.

Could you?

Could you overlook the obvious,

And appreciate the detail?

Could the rose ever be perfect in the eyes of you,

Or would cynicism magnify your in-satisfaction,

Until it overtakes your sight of fore?

Could you?

Would you?

Born To Die

Our legacy is only as relevant as the civilisation that acknowledges its existence.

How are we to prove that our feet once tread the earth, within remnants of decaying organic matter?

Ever since the dawn of life; When our hearts learned to beat, as did our eyelids flutter.

Ingrained in them was an inevitable truth.

We see through those lenses, as light of verity coursed within our veins.

We chose to ignore.




We were born to die.
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11. 11. 11

The 11th day of the 11th month of the 11th year of the millennium.

11. 11. 11

It could signify lots of things. 1 being the ultimate position, the first. 1 being the only one, the exclusive. 1 signifying strength in a number. 1 being complete in itself.

And so, let's make a wish.

I wish for strength.

For love.

For happiness, for joy.

For success;

For wealth;

For clear skies;

For health.

I wish for peace, for understanding.

For kindness, virtue, notwithstanding.

I wish for friends, far and near.

Blossoming relationships, hearts true and dear.

Best of all, I wish,

That time does us justice,

And we live to see our wishes come to exist.