i have an ugly secret hiding in the dungeons of my mind

i wish i could color it pink and no one would care

that would help me pretend like it was never there

it spreads its vicious wings far off till my heart

i think its playing a game, to see if i am smart

its not much all i need to do is think and be smart

or so i think!

my chain got stuck in it
its half way out and half way in
there is a key to it but not with me
maybe i lost it...
maybe i didn't have it at all, i do not recollect

i can break free and make a new one
but its a precious one
if only i could find the key
i could be free and happy
but i was hasty...i know its my fault

only knowing will not help
i need a solution
a good solution!
a new key?
a new chain?
break it?
stay still. dont move. think.

Color me

You have the brush
You have the paints
so what are you waiting for?
Color me

You laugh and dance while you paint
You define your emotions on me
so what are you waiting for?
Color me

You tear me and make me again
Coz the dominant black stole the pink's fame
so what are you waiting for?
color me

You slapped me with a yellow when blue was on your mind
You threw in some white thinking it will all just be fine
so what are you waiting for?
Color me

Paints are over! is that watcha saying?
Or is it just food on your mind?
Or is it the new canvas waiting at the door?
so what are you waiting for?
Color me

Random thought

How the @#!# do you LOLZZZ.....no like really? so you Laugh Out LoudZZZZ...oh c'mon!

There is something called a REALITY CHECK. But what if you dont have any delusions and these so called reality checks are striking scars on your body?

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mad

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Our breed

We are all senseless creatures trying to be intelligent
We know it but we pretend to ignore
We try to make things easy for ourselves but don't realize the difficulty of understanding the easy
We innovate and think we are creative assuming our success
We talk like we own everything ignoring the debts
We think we are poor and ask for more
We know it deep down within, what we do will bounce back at us
We are senseless creatures planning our own death under the disguise of modernism

Choice and eraser

His eyes choose to look away when she is around
His smile chooses to please someone else's heart
His hands choose to withdraw every time she holds his
His hug chooses to comfort some other miss
His jokes choose to entertain everyone but her
His talks choose to play like music in someone's ears
Its his choice that chooses, he says
So she chooses to forget him and all those days
ERASE

Just a question

Can't death wait?

My little fingers