Everything has an end,
Even the word “beginning” ended.
The journey has been eventful,
Catastrophic but eventful!
Loved and lost.
Grew up after being young for a while,
Made money after losing money!
Lived a life some would envy.
But this is a new crossroad!
And I might not make it beyond tomorrow.
Remember me for who I was,
Not what I could be.
Remember me for my achievements,
Not what I could have achieved!
Adios amigos,
Death might not be the end we all thought!
But this goodbye isn’t death,
This is the end of something,
And maybe the beginning of new.
Adios amigos.
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The Prodigal
Things change
Feelings change,
And people change too.
Never for once did my affection changed course.
Even with the weight of absolute love,
I sunk deep in the sea of betrayal.
I fell into the pit of irreparable damage,
And deeper into despair than ever before.
The pain I dispatched was enough to go round,
And many more attached to my soul, mind and existence.
I opened a wound you would rather close,
I tread a path you have always avoided,
I brought up pain you thought buried.
For these and many more,
I regretted.
For the pain,
The unexpected betrayal,
The unbelievable anger and perceived hatred.
Sincerely, I’m sorry.
And like a prodigal son,
Please, take me back!
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Dark thoughts
At this moment,
I feel like cutting a major artery,
To allow the blood flow,
To drain all the blood from my body,
So my heart will not feel again.
So the hurt will stop,
And the pain, all the pain, will go away.
I want to jump from a cliff so high,
With hungry sharks lingering in the water below.
And as I plummet to certain end,
I reminisce on how it ended,
On how love brought me this end.
And as I hit the water in pieces
Never to feel again. In peace.
Dead guys don’t love again
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Love is Ruin
Love me like you mean it,
Is just a greedy human talking,
Like Oliver Twist,
Love wants you wanting more.
You get a smile,
And love wants you to demand laughter.
Love gets you a penny,
And love wants you to demand millions.
Love is growth,
But love will drive you to your ruin.
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The future is a farce
I looked into the future,
But guess what I saw?
Nothing.
The grass is greener on the other side,
Another convenient lie.
The promise of water;
Makes a mirage glorious
And the disappointment of the mirage,
Can lead to certain death.
Nothing is worth it,
Life is meant to be cool,
But this heat is scalding my soul.
Celebration of life?
More like celebration of eternal hopelessness!
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Men don’t cry
Ghost stories are scary at night,
Horror clips get scarier when its dark!
But the scariest of them all,
Is a man who feels a lot.
Men don’t talk,
Men don’t cry,
Men don’t show weakness,
And that’s where it begins.
Now,
Men bottle emotions,
Men hide from reality,
Men don’t show love.
Then one day,
Men slump and die.
Maybe,
We should have allowed men to cry.
After all, they’re human too
I just want it all to end.
I am miserable.
I just want this to end,
I am empty.
I’m am neither happy nor sad,
Neither good nor bad,
Neither concerned nor nonchalant,
I just want to feel alive again.
Feel alive for a long period,
Not just an hour,
Or a day,
I want to feel alive for a long time.
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Loving and Losing
Hot tears streaked down my cheeks. The rivulets of water soaked my beards till they can’t hold anymore. I took a mirror and looked at my face for a very long time. All I saw was sorrow, emptiness, and a boy just trying to exist.
And for a very long time I’ve been managing. But I don’t think I can continue like this. I don’t want this to continue. I wish it would all end.
Yes, I was deeply in love. Yes, she was the best thing that happened to me in a long time.
Yes, she wants me to let go. Yes, I want her to be happy. So, the fact that I want it to end, I’ll never tell her.
Yes. Life goes on. But can I keep up?
If I’m asked to describe how I’m feeling. If I’m asked to paint a picture of my emotions. If I’m asked to open my mind. And If I agree to do all these, and I open up.
You’d be amazed at the loads of emotions I feel. Or you’d be appalled by the lack of coherency in my feelings.
Empty.
That’s a word that holds a lot of meanings. I’ve loved so much that I don’t have any sense of loving in me again. I gave it all to her.
And in giving all I have, in totally submitting to the exhilarating love I have for her. I have lost it all. My heart, body, soul, mind, and emotions belong to her. But she has devoted herself to another.
Empty.
I’m just a human boy living life as it comes. Like an empty shell moving around and around on the sea. Like a coconut on the ocean, I exist. But my destination is unknown. My life is without direction. I just woke up to sleep again later. I sleep to wake up later.
Empty.
I lost myself trying to find myself. I found her when I was lost. Now, she’s gone. And I know for a fact. This pain will certainly last for a very long time. This feeling of emptiness will shroud me till eternity at the very least.
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Tired Lover
Eyes heavy,
Limbs weary,
Like a car with the weight of a lorry,
So tired it’s scary.
I had a love,
I lost her.
Tiring!
I had a life,
That doesn’t revolve around women,
I lost it.
Eyes teary,
Heart shattered,
I’m tired.
To love, is to lose.
If I had to choose again,
I’d still choose her.
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