Thursday, 11 July 2013

"Look beneath and find the emptiness within."

"Look beneath and find the emptiness within."


My mind is spinnin around. Not happy, not sad either.
No one understands. I guess no one ever will.
I woke up everyday, with a lit on my face,
But something is missing.
It's like you're okay, but then, out of nowhere you found a hole.

Get out. Get out of my head.

I am waiting for something, i know.
But I don't know what I am waiting for.
Time is ticking by.....
So fast. so slow at the same time.
You think I wanna be like this ? No.

Empty. bang.

Emptiness starts haunting my mind.
Everything is so quiet.
You can't see it in my eyes tho'.
Looks can be deceiving.
"Look beneath and find the emptiness within."

Emptiness.
Inescapable,
Endless, over killing thoughts.
Emptiness.
Life is full of it.
"Look beneath and find the emptiness within."


Ann Gelli
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Perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt hollow and empty and aching.
                                                                                                                           — Juliet Marillier

Thursday, 4 July 2013

STRANGERS YOU & I


I can still recall the first day we met.
Simple memories that surely be kept.
He never takes my heart at all.
For it belongs to someone whom I fall.

He has that smile that makes people wonder why,
In the midst of nowhere, I know that was all a lie.
Behind those silly jokes and cheery laughter,
Was a mirror of pain and sadness, looking for answer.

That guy. He always makes me smile.
When he's around, everything is worthwhile.
But now, our world turned out to be blue and gray.
Every time I saw him, the smile in his face seems to fade away.

Why some little things don't matter then?
Those little things I miss all of a sudden.
It's like going back to the day before we met,
Strangers You and I, the song that stuck in my head.

Now I'm only a daydreamer.
Dreaming of becoming good friends, always and forever.
Yes good friends, maybe just friends is a whole lot better,
It makes a lot sense than ignoring each other.

At this moment, I have no options to turn to.
Except the acceptance of what is sour but true,
That sometimes, people in your life will suddenly leave you,
That reality is harsh, a darker hue.

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So, i found this poem that i wrote way back on 2011 I guess.
This one really sounds like HIGH SCHOOL ! I know. HAHA.
But anyway, the feeling is still the same. Sometimes you missed the happy times that you guys spent. 
Yeah. Happy memories. 
I just don't get it why it turned out to be like this. But yes,

"Things change and friends leave and life doesn't stop for anybody."

so, be it.