the darkness at its finest

- Saturday, April 4, 2009

inspired by the deepest thoughts
of anger and solicitude,
this girl's scribbling
the art of letting go...

and if the sun never shows up for her again,
she makes sure she has exiled
what lies before her persuasive mind,
the mind that nullified her with darkness.

gone are the days she'd be
pretentious and vile,
gone are the nights,
she'd pay for it with tears.

no more sacrificing
for what remains stereotype
for in this world of shamble,
the darkness never fades


the 'he' of my life

-

isn't he amazing?
the way he dresses
to impress people,
with his hair styled on and
his nails short and clean,
it's all him.
isn't he adorable?
he knows how to deal well
with people of different
walks of life,
old or young,
poor or rich.
he's good in playing sarcasm
the way he does it
to no other than me.
i wonder how he stands it
or how he even eats up
his conscience in doing so.
they say he's a damn genius
therefore, he has his head
better than his heart.
well, i say he has both,
because i love him
and i've been blinded
by all the stupid traits
that wraps up his whole package.
it's his voice,
his face, his touch, his smile,
his silly laugh and corny jokes,
his everything, it haunts me
all night.
and i would always tell him,
you're dressed to kill
design to capture
and programmed to
deceive me.
last night i said, "i give up, boy.
you've caused me too much
pain to bear. too much"
that's the 'he' of my life.
now tell me, does he deserve me?
should i continue loving him?

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