There’s nothing wise in breaking a heart
Just to see how it would recover…
Should it recover…
There’s no reasonable reason for indifference
Just to hide how deeply one feels…
If one awarely feels…
The fear of rejection is what makes mankind
The worst deceivers of themselves…
And it differs from the need of acceptance…
So though there’s something deadly about living fully…
There’s nothing deadlier than every attempt to be unnatural
But to be urged to be unnatural is natural…
I’ve grown tired of the faceless
Ghosts of assumptions and masked rejections
I’ve grown tired of the love of the needy
All there to amplify their worthless disregard
The people who love you are the people who are there
Through thick and thin, for better or for worse…
Who says you’ll never see the sky
if you’re looking down?
Haven’t you heard?
God is everywhere and He
makes all things work for the good
of those who love Him.
The only way you could have convinced yourself that I’m a pessimist is by being one yourself.
The only freedom you’ll ever need
Is freedom from yourself.
The sweetest thing a person can do to you
is to do the sweetest thing to you and then do you wrong. Right?
… and when all you claim to need to live
is to have my world revolve around you,
live for you,
I find it very unnecessary to die for you.
You don’t really have to give me
the whole damn world when I’ve
spent my entire life in struggle
so now I am apart from it.
And of course, you will never
understand if you don’t listen first.
How can a person respond to a person who’s
asking for something you’ve already given,
and given in its best form?
Some actions would appear and come to you
like an assault of flying daggers,
but if your heart can only see the intentions behind them…
you’d know you were never the target.
If you so believe in choice,
why do you call yourself
a slave of circumstance?
Life is not like a box of chocolates these days.
People seem to always know what they’re gonna get.
And people seem to want to always know what they’re gonna get.
Where are all the people who actually want to live???
You keep on looking at me like some sort of mirror.
Is that why you’re breaking me?
You keep on looking at her like some sort of mirror.
Is that why you keep trying to break her?
You keep on looking at him like some sort of mirror.
Is that why you love him?
Do you know how the uneducated take opinionated news?
Of course you do!
It clearly shows in your opinions.
Okay…. If you want me to be
“Marcia f****** Braidy”
all you have to do is carry on with your fantasy
whilst I live my life in the real world. Kindly excuse me.
How typical our response to anger is….
Aren’t you all bored with that?
and being responsible are
two different actions.
It’s nice to have them come together…
What if? What if? What if?
Are you a fool to obsess with making me think like you?
No thanks, but I am truly grateful for
what is, what is, what is,
what was, what was, what was,
and what will, what will, what will.
And for someone who doesn’t bother to know the difference, just
dismiss yourself on your own accord,
then I’ll be glad to finally talk.
You make it sound right.
Take a hint!
He is a hero because he died
saving someone else’s life.
He’s human and divine because he had
the heart to make that choice.
Everyone is a victim in any story.
We just miss the fact that the antagonist
is not among us and
that the obvious solution and mission is
which can only be achieved through love.
If it’s not pride,
why does it overlook everything it tramples on?
“How do you kill a thing that has already died?”
the “Lonesome Minstrel” says.
Give it life then kill it again.
Love… love… love….
why are people so obsessed with what it’s not?
Come to think of it….
let me just end this by telling you,
I love you.
(This is originally posted as prose in Valkyrja*Soul but I’ve decided to post it here and make it appear as spoken word, as it actually is a compilation of such. The attachment is also published in flickr.com/valkyrjaxoul.
(A collaboration with Sherylene Dela Cruz)
As the wind blows, my knees weakened
and found myself in prayer.
The elements cast our heads bowed-
after shrinking’s end
Off to the tunnel of glory
casting away all the fury – Let there be
drought for deep awakening!
I am not heartsick.
I am not broken-hearted.
I am shattered.
It is my being that’s broken
When my heart was made whole…
Kings and cowards are both men
Not all men are kings
But all men are cowards to
Drastic emotional change
And muses veil corrections assaultingly
With the knives that glare off stabbing eyes
Blindedly perceiving pain
Upon the splattered truth from instinct acted on
And so sweet lovers err…
And so sweet lovers die…
He showed and told me everything,
Everything he owned…
I understood and felt them all,
But now his love I can’t behold…
He heard and saw everything I am,
Almost everything I own…
He understood and felt them all,
Then never wanted more….
Also published in xyldrae.deviantart.com