Fate is a line
You agree to
Knowing the next day it may not be fulfilled
Laid odds on the table
Willfully ignored
Tag: an opinion on anything
Fickle, the Mind of Someone Who Only Knows What It Doesn’t Want
This would’ve been perfect
Had you chose to
Not swerve at the curb
Now the spectrum of colors’
Muddied, dirtied or gray
Unclear, pixelated, blur
One act to ruin the whole
That irreversible knowledge that one peed in the pool
The bad taste one will never shake off
No matter how many times the mind restarts, gets retooled
This would’ve been perfect, he insists
On denying unaddressed cyst
Led her to the sterile table, to slaughter
But he isn’t pining what’s almost within his reach
It’s about taking this leash
Reeling it as all else starts to
Speeding
Defiant
To this world
And its attempt
To beat me up to compliance
There’s No Comfort Found on Empty Truths as Much as Lying
One get older
One learn to give in parts
Never in whole
Because one’s been broken
So many times
One only have pieces
Left
Everyday is seen to make
The same crazy mistake
Piling doubt to abilities
Tendencies dousing sanity
Solicit for another open lane
Lost horizon conversation
The Things We Learned at the Post
Life, been designed
Lived like a death sentence
For most
Told to dream
But not fulfill it
They’ll be kicking your bed
The moment the REMs start kicking in
Free to roam within our cages
That we help build
walls
Trampling
The words that get you in trouble
Are the dirt you used to bury
What you truly
Wanted to say
In a race to get to the point
That disappears and disappoint
Because you tried and ran with
Scratches, Swirls, Prism
You can almost hear the abrupt change to silence
When the mood switches
Light to dark
Inverted eureka
It’s mostly my fault
Demands of the difficult
Against the maddened dissent
Of what’s pure and patient
That nobody should
Massive Landfall
Passed by a familiar reflection
A battened sybarite
Slowed down by years
Splurged in nights
Charged to a future
Not totally sold
You and Every Soul That Left Me
She wanted a love story
A haven where she can suspend belief
That stars can burn bright
Eventually reach
Another
Beyond the sparkling light they share
In this infinite darkness
She wanted a love story
There need not be a hero
She got the scars of independence
Undeserved to be recipient of her warmth
That burns relentless
She taught me how to always look up
To sing away the storm
Against the Desire to Sleep
I’ve learned to slay my restlessness
The way I killed my dreams
Into a slow lull routine jest
Choked by the softest pillows
As with many, turns to sleep
Wasn’t able to find that sweet spot
To drown and doze off
Dull the frequency where
My brain runs its pointless marathon
Of sparks and friction
This headache bangs like kitchen pans
danDAman 