Rhymist

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Thought of doing something different today and came up with this amazing thing. It's like the words are already there written down and I'm just searching for the ones that reflect me.

[rhymist]

I'm unlearning how to go with pleasing everyone around and how to sit with an empty mind for the chemicals that still burn on my blood though I left them months ago, drives my eyes to visit the corners of forbidden streets where people express their unresolved habits. And now it's so much chaotic and I'm too tired of this, everything that my nerves could feel, everything that the chemicals kept hidden from me, I'm lost and found, I'm dead and breathing, it's all confusing and I'm still unlearning how to live in a house which is less home and more a dome.

[rhymist]

Who else do you know better

Other than the one in the mirror?

What else you want to win

More than your fear?

[rhymist]

Today's Poem :

Maybe I'm a little late

For everything good life has

To show me

A little late in falling asleep

As I know

I'm needed to stay in the dark

A little more

For I realise I'm yet to cope with it

To eventually win the light

.

[rhymist]

Tonight's Poem :

The pain that I've learned to live with

Is still a pain.

If you've confused me with a metal,

That is weak red and is a chance

To beat again and again

to reach its pleasing shape,

Then oh I'm sorry

For I've failed to be what you think I am.

As I'm water, on fire.

You can boil me to the level you desire

But I'll be failing to take other shapes

Except to evaporate.

[rhymist]

Today's Poem :

Wish I could walk

on a less travelled road

And not be afraid of

Being alone.

Wish I could fly away

From my beloved ones

To end the act of not

Being alone.

[rhymist]

Today's Journal:

Night, all night

I dream of sunshine:

Caressing my skin

And leaving me warm.

Sun oh! Sun

My nerves are getting numb,

In your denial to release me

From these cold nights,

As the wrath of your rise

Makes my skin burn.

[rhymist]

Today's Journal :

Some found love on one rainy day

Some await for seasons to change

Love has found me on one gloomy night

in a forbidden street

With no street lights.

[rhymist]

Today's Journal :

When it's hard to explain

And

too tired of complaining

Solace we search

Under the veil

Of numbness though

It's paining.

[rhymist]

Journaling Day 6 :

Though heartbreaks

Aren't really breaking

Of heart

Still it feels

The emotional pain

Has waved through the nerves

And now it's hard

To even move my limbs.

[rhymist]

Journaling Day 5 :

I wonder the power of a lie.

At first it sounds so soothing

Genuinely please the ears

While stays in the rooms

For indefinite years

No boundaries at all

Spreads like a wildfire

Whispers behind you

Says your beliefs are the liars.

[rhymist]

Journaling Day 4 :

I've known myself for more than 25 years,

Isn't it enough to understand somebody?

If yes, why somebody in me

Still makes me cry

& I couldn't know why?

Why even if I decide

A step towards a new life

She acts stubborn sometime?

She is so fragile

Could barely face the world

And keeps hiding inside.

I wish I could know her more,

& tell her

She isn't alone.

[rhymist]

Journaling Day 3 :

Every night, as the darkness takes control

The mind & me, sink in a debate;

What my existence wants?

While I slip into an insomniac episode.

But see how stronger the dawn is

The eyes slowly dissolve in a deep sleep

As the debate is still a draw

And all the chaos withdraw.

[rhymist]

Journaling Day 2 :

Dear best friend,

We've known eachother for a long time

But since you're moved to a faraway land

A lot has happened

And my experiences has changed me a lot.

Even my panacea is not same anymore.

Now that we talk and share

I feel the comnection is teared

I seek some help unfamiliar

The one you seek doesn't catch my ears.

I wish we would have never be grown

And go back to a time of our own.

[freelance-philosopher]

“The man with the clear head is the man who frees himself from fantasy and looks life in the face, realizes that everything in it is problematic, and feels himself lost. And this is the simple truth—that to live is to feel oneself lost. Whoever accepts this has already begun to find himself, to be on firm ground. Instinctively, as do the shipwrecked, he will look around for something to which to cling, and that tragic ruthless glance, absolutely sincere because it is a question of his salvation, will cause him to bring order into the chaos of his life. These are the only genuine ideas; the ideas of the shipwrecked. All the rest is rhetoric, posturing, farce. He who does not really feel himself lost is without remission; that is to say, he never finds himself, never comes up against his own reality.”

—

José Ortega y Gasset, The Revolt of the Masses

[rhymist]

Journaling Day 1 :

It was a night of sweet dreams,

Brought a dawn of loss;

Somebody I've known.

Now a night of moisten eyes,

Drunken in a muse of seperation;

Somebody I've known.

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