Thursday, April 21, 2011

Broken [broh-k.uh n].

The blackness in the white

The doubt in the might

That long lasting night

It’s all out of sight


Even the shadow is awakened

And the real image is mistaken

Yet the image in the mirror

Is really breathtaking


Like a full moon in the sky

She’s shinning, pretty and high

People would look and say “oh my”

But you all would know it’s just a lie


She sees herself in everyone’s stare

Her image, she could not really bare

Because the judgments were unfair

But of that she was extremely aware


She could stand herself no more

She wanted to get rid of that mask she wore

And really just show her core

And with herself she wanted to explore


The story didn’t come to a happy end

Cause the reason it breaks, is because you bend

And there are somethings you can’t really mend

Like the broken image you always send.



NM.21.4.2011

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Rain.

To all you dirty souls out there

Get out; let the rain find its way to your heart

Let it crawl into your veins

Let it purify your blood

And if there is any hope for your soul

Maybe the raindrop would reach its goal

Maybe when the water hits your skin

It will wash away all your sins

Maybe just by standing there

You can smell it in the air

You can feel the way it crawls into you

That little drop, like the sound of blue.

Walk out in the rain

And maybe you can feel the pain

Of all the clean souls out there

Who were polluted by your ugly stare.



NM.3.4.2011

Friday, April 1, 2011

April's Fool.

Days are just days until they become weeks and months and before you know it the year is over and you start a new one. It’s already April and I feel it was just yesterday that I was celebrating this New Year. This year that has been full of events since day one.

But this year for me seems to be as bad as the one before it. And situations keep happening, the days end, the weeks end, the months end, the years end, but the situations don’t seem to have an end.

Lately I’ve experienced the feeling of not trusting other people; I’ve felt anger, frustration, disappointment and just sadness. My happy days were outlined, limited and short.

The funny thing is I was going through an old notebook, looking for something when I stumbled upon something I wrote in the late August of 2010.


“How much can you share with someone? But first, how far can you trust someone? Or, can you even trust people to the extent they are your best friends, the ones you share with almost anything and everything?

When you have a best friend you’d think you passed this state of questioning yourself about trusting them. But people change, days twist and situations happen. Unexpected things happen and it changes us forever”


What’s ironic is that I wrote this long ago, with no intention to question the trust I have for my best friends, but what happened recently unfortunately makes such a thing I wrote soo true.

We lie to everyone including ourselves. We think everything is fine, when it just isn’t. We have masks, masks that have hidden and destroyed our original face that at some point we don’t recognize ourselves.

I just hope that in the path of finding ourselves again and losing these masks, we don’t ruin others. Because I’ve seen people who are willing to go soo far to get whatever they want done.

Current state of mind: Letting Go Forever.

NM.1.4.2011