A few sticks a day keeps the mistakes at bay.

Unresolved as it may be
Its the only way for me.
I am not just what you see,
affected by the curse that is thee.

so what if i miss thee,
would that make thou heart stand still?
so what if i can only flee,
what is mine will be until.

Escaping is not what i do, not what i like
but sometimes, its the only thing i can do.
Memories are the treasures of the forsaken,
the spoils of the joys that once was mine.

Hamlet, oh Hamlet!

Harken to the call of the heart
Scorned by the ones that do not see.
Frailty, thy name is woman.
Frailty, thy name is man.
Broken, thy name is child.
Lament on about the dependence of thy mother,
behind the dependence that is of thee.

Abandoned be thy name
as marriage rob thy queen.
Cast not the stone by which she wed
but by the pain that she has left

Quick to hide thy one true heart
open thy doors and tears would flood
ghost and illusions cloud their eyes
forceful pain and torrid lies

Cast her out to save her soul
save her soul from this putrid ghoul

Leaked thru gaps the door have shown
yet thy heart would not have known
when she left another thorn
left to keep thy soul forlorn

lament and mourn thy spirit is torn
pyre flames and I am born.

Can you feel my pain?

What have you been doing?
Someone asked.
I thought about it,
and I thought hard.
Before I was wandering around.
Lost like the week before,
the month before,
the year before.
I was stuck on something that wasnt there
and yet i hung on, like it was all that was worth anything.
then i changed.
each day was 1 i looked forward to.
each day was filled with the challenge of being someone that was worth sth to someone.
until that day where i felt it no more
sunk like the densest of rocks
i tried swimming up
but all that transpired just dragged me deeper.
deflated lungs heaved
and soon, my air was gone.
floating off to the very scum that sank my ship
into the embrace, leaving me to hit rock bottom.
it constantly reappeared like bubbles,
only to burst when i came close.
my air was no longer mine.
would it ever be mine again?
air whispered in my ear the fright that i had brought upon.
shudder was all i could
for i lived and breathed her, and grew addicted
i gave and i gasped, i had nothing left
and air left me
left me to wallow in the depths of the void that fills
with a rustle of the leaves i knew what air was
but in the depths of the sea,
could i still hear any rustle?
any howl?
any whistle?

what have i been doing?
climbing up the highest of steps,
to throw myself into the deepest of depths.