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Monday, September 29, 2014

Silence and the Crowd

Provided that,
everything else is perfectly safe and sound,
well might not be as perfect,
but at least seemingly fine.

Silence is the best companion to have,
she never judges you for not speaking out,
and you don't have to answer to calls,
being alone and left untouched,
by the searing hands.

Silence is a friend,
she is a sincere listener,
not going to ask a single thing,
not going to question your questioning,
Silence always listens.

Silence and the Crowd,
those two are not nemesis,
Crowd is not your enemy,
he is just different.

While everyone enjoys Crowds company,
Silence is always left behind,
thought of being alone and left out,
unlikely.

Through Crowd we learn to laugh,
Silence taught us to smile,
and be tough.

Hanging around with Silence,
people misunderstood,
He hates us, He doesn't want to be with us,
Let us go without Him, don't bother asking.

As the Crowd shall say nothing,
though he might be loud,
Silence's screams shatter,
His heart,
and the Crowd can never fix,
a single broken piece,
hurt by his voice,
deeper than His bones,
closer than His veins,
ringing in the ears,
Silence and the Crowd,
sings a harmony
that He and no one ever will,
listen to.

Silence cannot be misquoted.

Saturday, September 20, 2014

Spikes

Humans are born with spikes. Maybe not every single human has it, but certainly I do.

It's not huge but it's sharp enough to hurt. It hurts real bad. It is so severe that it can almost lethally injure people.

And the worst part is, the injuries inflicted by my spikes hurt me as well.

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As human gets closer to each other, the spikes will start to show. At first it's just a normal sight of some spiky thingy around someone that will not hurt at all.

But once they reached a certain degree of closeness, the spikes start touching. The mere touch from the spikes might be shocking. No one would ever thought it hurts that much already. First time contact and it hurts a lot.

People's hearts are tied by a bond. This bond is going to get them closer by each second. And by each second the spikes pierce through the skin, and the hearts are hurt, cut deeper by each seconds.

Love ties everything together, but it breaks when the hearts die from the poison of the spikes. Hands are no longer held together. Humans break free. They grow apart. Further by a distance.

Only when the spikes numbs the heart, making it lives while being dead at the same time, because the love between the hearts is immortalizing what's inside, and it lingers on.

Forever.
Spikes shall not severe the love blooming in the hearts.
Spikes make the hearts bloom even more.
Spikes hurt no more.
Spikes heal with time.
Spikes pushed people away.
Spikes pull them together again.

Forever.

Spikes defined.

Monday, September 15, 2014

Propagate

We can listen
We can ALWAYS listen.

Just do so as much as we can.
It's good.
It's okay.

Whatever we might hear
We might like or despise
We can still listen
Nothing is wrong with that.

However
Remind ourselves about propagating
Things people might not like
Thing we might not like
Stuff that might results in something bad.

Let it propagate not
At least not from your mouth
Be it war unleashed from a spoken word propagated
God forbid it's uttered from you.

As much as a word can hurt
That damn propagated ominous syllables
Reaching ears from uncovered mouths
Sinful and bleeding.

Till the day it is silenced forever
Propagated words lingers
Carrying the evil deeds it did
Eternally.

And do so remember
It works the other way around
The reverse is true
As well.

Spread the love and thoughtful thoughts
Propagate the kind and the soothing voice
Let the pouring words heals the wound
Live on and on.

Say things in silence.

Thursday, September 4, 2014

The Saboteur

Do you know who is The Saboteur?
He who makes your life difficult.
He makes your friends hate you.
He makes you hate yourself.

That's what he does.
Had always been like that,
Since forever to eternity.

The Saboteur will make you think by being close to someone, you can open everything up.
The Saboteur then will make all those tales a weapon against you.
Before you know it, the people in the circle dies, one by one.

No he doesn't make you the killer.
He kills you with what you show and what you say.

But you are not gonna die. The Saboteur doesn't work like that.
He makes you suffer, which is more painful than death itself.

Living in the world, surrounded by people you hate, or people who hates you,
all because of The Saboteur, is like hell
But all is well,
The Saboteur will keep you company.

For as every time it ends, it begins.
You will meet new people.
And The Saboteur will work again.

You can't kill the Saboteur.
The Saboteur is in you.
But you may slap him across his face and force him to bow to you.
You wonder if you're strong enough.

Which you know it by yourself too well
You doubt it, don't you?
It's endless, too.

Some people call him Attitude.