Happy - Happiness... Busy - Business?

I am busy doing... nothing.

Almost got buried by nothingness.

I can't breathe suffocated by nothing.

It feels more real the everything.

Trust me,

Nothing is real.

Procrastinating things by doing nothing is very disappointing.

The feeling is too much infuriating.

You know what hurts more?

You are busy wasting time while your self is dying.

Literally nothing.

No no not you. Actually it's me.

It's been a while, eh?

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The Broken Silence

Sometimes, the silence is broken,
and then we hear the loud,
sound of the crowd.

Words pour like waterfall,
and we hear them all.

The times we embraced the silence,
nothing comes in between.

The silence accompanies,
the silence sings,
the silence ties up all the strings.

And now it is broken,
most probably temporary,
just never more than transient,
for silence is more permanent.

Because silence is in the air,
we breathe and we live with it.

Sound breaks the silence away,
words and syllables,
sound and letters,
interwoven among them,
then perish again.

For whatever starts, will end.

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The Pretty Liar

Oh look at the pretty liar,
spreading words all over.

Whispering to the ear,
what it wants to hear.

Deceiving the eye,
with what it desires.

Lies, lies, everywhere.
Lies, here and there.

Look at me,
I love those lies,
I admire them.

I put the lies under my lip,
and every second I take a sip,
of all the lies drip by drip.

I'm sinking deeper in this ship,
I can't get a single grip,
I'm starting to trip.

Yet here I am standing still,
not giving up the lies away.

My heart and conscience start to ill,
my soul starts to wither away.

Life, and all its lies. Death, and all it's truth

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The Divine Walls

And myself inside the walls,
protected from harm.

My feelings enveloped in concrete,
of apathy.

Life outside me,
and death inside it,
who shall be,
shall be it.

And myself buried by the dust,
of hopes and tears and trust,
that fear I must,
to be unjust.

The divine walls of me,
lowered down,
to reach my knee,
I step upon.

The divine walls shall breach,
the enemy comes in,
the walls I raise,
to live again.

Don't come in. You're not invited.

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I'm Not Like You

I'm a selfish fake.

I'm so full of myself.

I'm insensitive.

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I'm not like you.

You are different.

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What's the difference you ask?

Well...

The biggest difference is this one particular thing.

I admit I'm all those.

But you don't.

What can I do anyway?

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