Unpoured

Sometimes I just want to cry at nothing Most times I just want the world to fade away Other times I just want to be And these comes when I realise how lonely I am Sometimes it makes me think if I'm not created Most times, it makes me think I'm not meant to have what others have Other times it makes me feel I will never have And these comes because I'm lonely Sometimes I feel I'm not there Most times I feel insignificant Other times I feel like an empty bottle in an ocean Blindly following the toss of the waves Sometimes I feel I need therapy But where I come from it doesn't exist except psychiatric I think I'm okay writing to myself These actually is my therapy

Actions can break one.  Words can go deep - to cut or to heal. Sometimes, a cut should be appreciated as it becomes a wake up call. We know how much we're valued by the mere words people say.

I see running feets, Of hearts troubled like hurricane, For fear, flowing with red sweats. The hunters are hunting. I see disarrayed minds Like broken glass, it can never heal, No wonder, hate is an option. Yeah.. The hate you give I see, not, running feets, This time, walking in slippery floors, Leaving it behind clean and dry, No hunters... No hate. I see faces I see my own face With a familiar voice saying 'Stop been your own hunter. Stop been your own hate.' Change and Peace starts with every individual. Not the mass!

Relevance and Attention, Blindly seeking like the regular. Finally, the thin line fades, The other side, in tears I am. I Am Love, and this is my Hate! The Veil and the void, Never lifting, never warmth. Aflame by cold's wicked grip, The other side, in lost I am. I Am Love, and this is my suicide! Paranoma and Obscurity, It comes,  such a sweet deceit. A muse I strangely hate to love, Deep thrusts I see, clearly now. I Am Love, and this is my Death! Warm, Cold and Bright, Clearly seeing, the hope I lost. Finally, the terms I accept, Of never rising to shine within. I Am Love, and this is my Funeral!

A thought of him, extends my smile, A thought of him, makes me laugh silly, A thought of him, puts glitters in my eyes, A thought of him, makes me gasps for air, Oh! How in love I am.

Confusion.. A word that shows how disoriented and disorganised one can get, A word that deeply brings us to reality check when we realise the blank, A word that tells many stories - good and bad -'of' our lives.

A heart beat between 1-2seconds, Two heart beats between 1-2seconds, Three heart beats, rushing in with a gasps, between 1-2seconds. Yes, like 3 heart beats and gasps, fear is! Then the eyes starts getting brighter, as though it were opening for the first time, Moving from blur to clear, like a zoom minus to zoom plus, back to zoom minus until it stabilises to zoom plus. Yes, like ZOOM, fear is! And then they come fluttering like random pictures in the cloud, You begin to see Power Puff Girls and Mojojo having a cup of tea laughing.. The Joker sends Batman a birthday gift with a card saying their kids would prolly have a play date next week. Then Superman tells the whole world he's Clark Kent. Yes, like movies, fear is! It's all up there.. in the MIND! Fluttering and keeping us in suspense with our hearts racing. Don't let your mind be your limitation - remove fear!!! For our father hath not given us the spirit of fear!! 2 Tim 1...