Mood-ful

What is itWith my mood?I can't alwaysBe 100.So I feel depleted.Damn!How do I go backTo feeling theWay I felt? There is noGoing back.Do not wish toGo back.Wish to keepMoving forward.With one footInfront of the other. It is throughThe movementThe the helpWill come.Focus on moving.For us on theThings at hand. Leave the restThey will eitherFall into … Continue reading Mood-ful

The avalanche

The avalanche comes.You are surroundedLooking for a way out.You will notBe taken.You will notSurrender. The avalanche comesTo drown you.It chases you.Tries to drown you.You emotionaYour situationYour financesYour studiesRide it out.It looks intimidating.Do not lookAt it. Focus on the goalAhead.The avalancheComes fromBehind.Be aware ofThe triggers.Stay clear dromThe temptation.Create new habits. Divert and change.It may be comingStaright … Continue reading The avalanche

Standards

Standards are human made.We strive for perfection.Why has that beingThe ultimate goal?You want thingsTo be just right.You wants thingsTo go your way. Have you stoppedTo ask yourselfWhy you imposeThose standardsOf yours on others? We all cannotBe like you.We all cannot doIt exactly to theDot like you.Let your standardsGo and enjoyThe differentiationThat's around you. You are … Continue reading Standards

Hangover sleep

I am drunkWith sleep.I do not knowWhen I have HadToo much.I do not knowWhen to stop. I am drunk with sleepMy hangover is curedWith more sleep.Do you also drink toGet rid of your hangover?You drink AlcoholTo get rid of yourHangover from alcohol.I sleep to get rid ofMy hangover from sleep. What's my brainDoing to me?What's … Continue reading Hangover sleep

Stubborn Mr caff

You are in meBut you reactAs though youWant out.Is this you tellingMe something? Caffeine, I feelYou in my blood.My blood is itchy.How can that be?I want you.I need youCan you help me?Stop fighting me. Red thick linesAre in my arm.Stop at once.Can you doYou work?My eyes needsYour help.My brain needsYour spark. Stop your stubbornnessAnd go … Continue reading Stubborn Mr caff

Silence

Sometimes, silenceIs all you needTo kick start an action.The power of silenceIs feared by manyAnd loved by some. The elderlies tellThe youths toQuiet down."they are so weird"We say.In reality, we haveNo idea the powerSilence yieldsWhen it is present. The power of silenceIs the swordWhich cuts openYour opponent's throatPreventing them to speak. Silence is extremely loud.Those … Continue reading Silence

Zoning out

Staring out into space.You've spaced out.You've somehowFrozen in time.The present continuesTo playBut you are somewhereIn a limbo.Humans call itDay-dreaming.I call it zoning out. I'm somewhereI do not know where.But once my soulFinds its wayInto my body.You will get me back. My mind goes blank.My sight is fixedOn something.My brain registersIt as nothing. You zone outWhen … Continue reading Zoning out

To those that say

Some may sayI haven't experienced life.To that I sayI have experiencedEnough to write.To express my wordFor those who seems lost.Enough to writeWords that willPave the wayTo the right direction. Little as it maySeem in your eyes.Plenty is in frontOf my eyes.So to those whoSay I haven't experiencedThe pain of lifeI reply:What pain has lifeGiven you … Continue reading To those that say

Questions I pounder about

What is it with lifeThat makes usHate it?Is it that we dontAppreciate it?For all the goodThat it bringsTo us?Or is it the thingsThat it throws at usThat makes usHate it? What is it?Why is it thatFor things to be goodThey first have to be bad?Why can't things justBe simple?I'll answer that questionWe don't value the … Continue reading Questions I pounder about