Mostly Poetry and other musings

VICARIOUS LIFE

Tonight I am flying and I do not need wings

someone else does, though it’s mine, I feel

Experience’s as vague a concept as “things”

I might know it, but do I? for real?

it’s not my soliloquy and am not aware

observation is lost so I make it my own

your enmity is mine now, cynics beware

care less for the effect but in pain, you go down

Caught in the web of a make believe story

the sight of understanding, shattered and cracking

This life, i never intended needs a query

i know am not, but why do I feel like I am flying?

CLOSURE!

Why? The question we ask always. But, do we ever get the answer?

Maybe that’s why binging on a story became the weapon against the dark necromancer

The starts to things that are amazing, deceive
me with a suicide at the end that I never see coming

how did a passionate kiss in the morning became dead silent by the evening?

so short, so ephemeral and so amazing. the memories rush back to me

But were they real? More questions and still no resolution comes to me

People say, don’t be a pussy grow up and move the fuck on

But when a fragrance in the air brings flashes, the questions follow on

‘What the fuck did I do wrong? Why does this keep happening?’

I wanna scream and I do at a mirror which fuels my stomach in twisting.

I do not know, probably I will never

Yeah I maybe a pussy for needing some closure

Moving on is easy, it’s only an addiction away

little did I realize, addictions bring darkness with a sway

I don’t need to be closer again I just need some conclusion

Or maybe I can just be a tiny bee in a starry night, looking up in confusion

WHO IS MY BEST FRIEND?

I keep asking the question, At first

my head rolled through all of them

As thoughts did stumbled to a burst

Funny head said it’s none of them

Cruel heart put in front my lonely soul

Making me stare up, feeling the night’s sky

I behest then beseech to this mind so foul

It seemed as empty, in a cow could fly

A light i see and A life i feel

This little square and the stories it tells

Unfolding my sense inside a seal

The deeper i went, the brighter it swells

No hinder nor a pause

To this marathon of inflamed blocks

Funny you ask the cause

My best friend is this lightning box.