Some say life is a journey.I say life is a painting.How you live it is shown through the strokes you make.One silly stroke could ruin the picture or change how it is going to look in the end.The brush is the support from friends and family.If the bristles are not fine enough u will notice the strokes will not have fluidity.The colour of the painting is the attitude and personality.The brighter the colour the merrier,the dimer the boring.Every stroke whether made cautiously or not will determine the picture of the painting in the end.
by Heather Dube
Thursday, 5 July 2012
TWISTED
I don't blame you
you had to go.
You had to go
like those that came before you.
You couldn't stay any longer.
You don't trust what I could do
to you or to myself
because I am twisted.
I'm so twisted
I get myself tangled
and stranded in the rotting stench
of the skeletons in my closet.
Too many phantoms
spilling out the cracked door,
I can't shut them in.
Yesterdays...
when my passions became obsessions
obsessions turning into addictions.
when I had many mates,
when I could have many babies.
Babies I dissolved
in my forbidding womb of hatred.
Now their screams haunt me,
my dreams are tainted crimson
by the innocent infant breaths I extinguished.
What I fear the most
is not the noises in my head,
but the silent whisper of my conscience.
Though my addictions never seem to stop.
I also fear
I shall be lonely forever
The one after you
will be gone like you
and those before you
because I'll tell the same twisted lies I told you.
you had to go.
You had to go
like those that came before you.
You couldn't stay any longer.
You don't trust what I could do
to you or to myself
because I am twisted.
I'm so twisted
I get myself tangled
and stranded in the rotting stench
of the skeletons in my closet.
Too many phantoms
spilling out the cracked door,
I can't shut them in.
Yesterdays...
when my passions became obsessions
obsessions turning into addictions.
when I had many mates,
when I could have many babies.
Babies I dissolved
in my forbidding womb of hatred.
Now their screams haunt me,
my dreams are tainted crimson
by the innocent infant breaths I extinguished.
What I fear the most
is not the noises in my head,
but the silent whisper of my conscience.
Though my addictions never seem to stop.
I also fear
I shall be lonely forever
The one after you
will be gone like you
and those before you
because I'll tell the same twisted lies I told you.
Wednesday, 4 July 2012
CONFUSION
I'm having a derailed train of thoughts
on a track of confusion
submerging from a broken down bridge of illusions
headed to hallucinations
leaving me stationed at a nervous breakdown point
...simply,I'm confused
on a track of confusion
submerging from a broken down bridge of illusions
headed to hallucinations
leaving me stationed at a nervous breakdown point
...simply,I'm confused
WAITING FOR THE RAIN
The fire ball
Blazing in the sky
Her rays piercing
Through my sun dyed skin
Calling the salty streams
To race down my body
Evaporating into dry air.
My feet fully clad
In bronze dust
Like madam's stockings.
My toes biting
Into the familiar path
That led to the water well.
A bucket strategically placed
On my head
I remember very well,
It's all vivid in my memory
Playing back
like the motion picture
At Master's house
On the canvas wall.
You were seated
On that rock.
Starring at me
Like a dish ready to be devoured.
My belly was in knots,
My eyes scattered all over,
I lost my footing,
The bucket fell
Spilling all its contents.
Now that I remember
You left me empty
Like that bucket.
All my love for you
Spilling out
To be swallowed by sand
And evaporate into dry air.
Do you remember?
The first time
You set your eyes on me,
I thought
They would never leave my face
But they left.
Ever since you evaporated
With my love
I've been waiting
For it to rain on me again.
Blazing in the sky
Her rays piercing
Through my sun dyed skin
Calling the salty streams
To race down my body
Evaporating into dry air.
My feet fully clad
In bronze dust
Like madam's stockings.
My toes biting
Into the familiar path
That led to the water well.
A bucket strategically placed
On my head
I remember very well,
It's all vivid in my memory
Playing back
like the motion picture
At Master's house
On the canvas wall.
You were seated
On that rock.
Starring at me
Like a dish ready to be devoured.
My belly was in knots,
My eyes scattered all over,
I lost my footing,
The bucket fell
Spilling all its contents.
Now that I remember
You left me empty
Like that bucket.
All my love for you
Spilling out
To be swallowed by sand
And evaporate into dry air.
Do you remember?
The first time
You set your eyes on me,
I thought
They would never leave my face
But they left.
Ever since you evaporated
With my love
I've been waiting
For it to rain on me again.
Tuesday, 3 July 2012
PROMISE
Sketch a smile on my face let it not be fake
sketch a smile on my face make sure it never fades
place a star in my eye
let no tear cloud its shine
coz u promised u'll be mine.
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