Running from insanity

The voices around me
Are driving me insane
Empty cartons of people
Fussing about futile things
Only talking because the silence
Is unbearable; maddening.

And my mind tends to abscond away,
Far from this world that trite, bland
To the lands where the people are valiant
And the water one shade lighter
Than in this world of plain gray.

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Tales behind the tunes…

Music is one thing that has the most control over a persons life. One lyric and you’re enjoying yourself and the other you’re breaking down. Especially, love songs. The sad ones make you not want to ever be in love. They make the concept of love sound like the worst thing that could possibly ever happen to you. Then again, theres the happy ones. The ones  that make you crave it again. That make you want someone to hold you and tell you they love you and that you’re the one that makes their day. That make you want to feel love again. It’s like an addiction. You don’t know what its like to want it until you try it for the first time. The first time you fall in love, it changes you. It makes you experience things you never thought you could possibly feel. And once it breaks you and you fall out of it, sooner or later, you wan’t it again, you want the security and the comfort love brings. You want the love. And now, you will not settle for anything less. Because you cant bear to take any more heartbreak.

Just those little things we remember to forget…

I think weddings are pretty. I think old couples are adorable. I think the sea speaks different volumes to every single person in sight. I think people leave, and it hurts, but eventually you’ll see the light. I think pain changes you, and you’ll figure its for the better. I think little kids cuddling with their parents is one of the most beautiful sights in the world. I think your pet dog jumping on you as soon as you get home is the best welcome one can get. I think its good to have days when you feel pretty. I think we make life seem much harder than what it already is. When God takes something away from you, he always has a plan to give you something better. Every ending, is a new beginning. 

Silent Mumbling..

Silence
The language of calm

Silence
The indicator of loneliness
The casting out of one
From the larger group

Silence
The strongest form of communication
Known to man
And also the most humbling
The most sinister
The most debilitating

Silence
From a friend or dear one
When no words are said
Not even the raise of an eyebrow
It engenders worry, fear, panic…
Abject terror at such potential loss

So little said
No words, no sound
And yet the pain
That can be caused by nothing
Is indescribable….

The Nobody.

For what’s it worth,
We desperately want ourselves,
To be remembered,
To be loved,
To be beloved to somebody else.

In the end.
We are only somebody.
To somebody who really cares.
As to the rest,
We are nobody but everybody.

# Its this vicious cycle of the person you love not loving you back, but the person who is nobody, loves you like crazy!

Incarceration

I can feel the burning inside my stomach
As it thrives each coming day
Because everyday their screams become louder
When I can no longer endure to be the prey

I close my eyes tight
Seeing the pictures that I refuse to let out
They are like a scar forever residing in my mind.
But I cannot open my eyes for fear these creatures will doubt.

The shrieks of help does not cease
As I try and block out their scarring sounds
From my no longer innocent mind
That knows no longer any bounds

The fulfilment never comes
As I descend into my desires
Only when I seize to dream a life of independence
Do I see myself reaching those aspires

But is it this affliction
That leads me to my depression
Or is it those unforgotten memories
Which has forced me to my incarceration?