~Spero ergo sum~™

January 25, 2009

Do all good things come to an end?

Filed under: Crap!,Life,Poetry,Sobriety — Teal @ 9:01 pm

This has been on my mind, for quite sometime

How we are wasting away our life, in the prime

Sheilding away the pain from the past

hoping that, it’s intensity shant last

 

with a pint of pain, are those awesome memories

those happy days, now just plain stories

but sealing away the pint took away what was good

we thought we did right, but were misunderstood

 

Why do we keep it all sealed in a mental closet?

Why do we want to let go and forget?

Doesnt survival from those gruelling times imply

that we can’t just outlive , but as well get by?

 

The harder i shut the door, the stronger the seal

The more the poison of pain, shifted thro’ my veins

the more i felt safe, the more i was vulnerable

the more i ran away, the further sucked into the spiral

 

Like the thorn and the flower thrive as one

so must pain and  the joys long gone

We must break past the rut of pretend

and stop wondering, whether good things come to an end 🙂

December 26, 2008

5 days to go . . .

Filed under: Crap!,Life,Sobriety,Whatever — Teal @ 8:14 am

Dear God,
Let this year end in a quick and painless fashion.
And let the shit be canned. Forever.

On a happier note, hope you all had a wonderful Christmas! 😀

May 18, 2008

The day redolence died

Filed under: Crap!,Life,Manic depression,Poetry,Rage,Sobriety — Teal @ 11:02 am

It was at this very moment, this fraction
My mind became devoid of all distraction
Looking right through the shallow specimens
Of people , kith kin and friends

I have donned no cape, fought no crime,
Yet I suffer and do my time
I give and give and give in vain
For spending all the time on you, was just insane

Know at this moment, note this well
When in future you cry, time will only tell
Look across that junction, search for me
But that is not the place I will be

When you place you feet on terra firma
When you realise what all I have done
When you come to me, knowing you are the one who erred
When you want me back in your life, now filled with no fun

I will be in a much better place, much happier
With people who care and who actually matter
When you seek me with tears, at the junction
My train would’ve already left the station.

The fun times, the long talks the joys shared
Have long gone from my mind, and blurred
For you seem to have no time for me, my dear
And when you will, I wont be near.

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