cresendo

slowly the momentum fades.
and i am left standing.
heaving. sweating. shaken.
illuminated against the setting sun,
frozen amidst the dense foliage.
a flash of recognition from a passerby.
a slow beat begins,
again.

the door

you left as quickly as you came,
then, why the farce of love and friendship?
no one cares but me, and,....maybe you.
distance does make the heart grow fonder,
but is it worth the heartache that comes with it?
a myriad different emotions,
a multitude of thoughts.
the door is open,
but the sign says 'donot disturb'.
what do you do?

ITS MY LIFE!

to live your life and not actually live it,
have oppurtunities stare at you and mock you,
yet having to forgo them.
ignore glaring differences 'cause you cannot solve them.
this is not life as it is meant to be lived.
its a pathetic excuse to exist.
grabbing that second chance,
i just have to say:

"its my life, i just wana live when im alive"
-Jon Bon Jovi.

lead kindly light

well the wait is over the verdict is in.
it is the world against me.
not another sob story, just my life.
but just as one door closes another opens?
there seems to be light shining through the tunnel.
but all i need to check now is whether, its another chance,
or the headlights of an oncoming train.

the contender

stagnation seems to be the theme.
burn out the feeling, or the lack of it thereof.
the fight has gone stale, the opponent just keeps coming.
i guess..... i lost.
but, guess what?? fuck the rematch.