Swirling Storm

Swirling Storm

Posted by Abstraction Personified

How do you find the mental will to write when your insides are crumbling down and you're shattered to the core?

How do you face yourself when all you want to do is run away.... run away from yourself?

How, in the world, do you fix everything when you...yourself..are the one who spoiled it in the first place?

Hah. Wow. The ghosts which haunt you are actually memories of your past. YOUR memories. The memories YOU created YOURSELF. WILLINGLY.

Despise yourself, NEVER! Oh well. What do you do when you are left with no other option? How do you defeat the monsters then? The monsters that reside deep inside you?! How do you slay THAT dragon?! How, in heavens, do you banish those ghosts??!!

You want to flee.

You CAN'T!

You want to escape.

You CAN'T!

You don't want to think about it.

 You CAN'T!

You want to shut it off...shut it away..in the deepest darkest corner of your head.

Haha. Try that!!! You CAN'T! :D

You want to heal the wounds.

HAHAHA. Isn't it a little too early for that? Oh and what about the scars anyway? They would still be there.. You definitely CAN'T!  :D

You want to fix everything.

Error: Damage beyond repair!! *beep* Damage beyond repair!! *beep* Damage bey........ Oh just blast it! You most certainly CAN'T!! :D

You want to die.

HAHA. You shall die EACH day. You shall face the consequences, here and now...there and then!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

^ And that was my conscious laughing at me!!

Oh mother!!

Oh mother!!

Posted by Abstraction Personified

CAUTION: Do not proceed if you have a good taste of poetry, or are of weak heart. As I clearly have slayed all the rules of subtle poetry which your frail heart might not be able to endure, I believe it is my grave responsibility to warn you again to stop reading this very instant. 

If you still wish to read further, well... very well then, God bless your soul for reading this. Do not curse me later for having you read the worst piece of poetry in the entire history of literature. 

And also, please remember to keep your "able" judgement and criticism to yourself because I don't give a damn about what you think about this specific piece of writing. I wrote it for my mother. She, and only she, becomes the judge and critic (that is, if she ever reads this). 

Oh, and thank you for being so patient and still reading this after so many warnings. :)

*Ahem*

So here it goes.

Oh mother! What should I tell you? 

Oh, how should I say?

Oh mother! What should I remember, if not your grieving eyes, searching my face, having to send me away?

Oh, how that breaks me a million inside!!

Oh mother! Tomorrow I shall be gone from your protective embrace and sight.

Oh, however shall I happen to survive?!

Oh mother! Just the thought of leaving you behind... waiting for even a shadow of me..

Oh, how that image of you pains the very heart of mine!!

Oh mother! Forgive me, for I have been a terrible daughter?!

Oh, how I wish I could somehow turn back the time?

P.S. Too bad, no?

Let me find some water in which I can/should drown. :/

And when it shatters into a million little pieces...

And when it shatters into a million little pieces...

Posted by Abstraction Personified

Sitting alone in your little room. Isolated from the world. Living in your very own little safe haven. Surrounded by the people whose tiny bit of existence won't matter in a couple of months from now. Except for some, of course. The only thing that keeps you connected with the actual world is the internet. Even then its up to you to ignore the world and shut it out completely or to keep in touch with it. Since ignoring the world is the best way you can escape the miseries it inflicts upon you. You choose. You choose to ignore. 

Just then, you see. You see them suffering. Suffering at the hands of the people who loved them once. People they once loved. Maybe still do.

Life happens to be extremely funny. You get attached to people you never thought you were capable of remembering. There are times when you cry. You cry for them. You cry because you are helpless. Because they are helpless. Because you can't do anything for them. Because you cannot ease their pain. Because you are unable to understand the miseries they might be going through. If only you could understand that bit, it could've been different. As much as you want to drive away the sadness from their lives, you just can't.

Why? Because they are not ready to let go off it. Because they are savoring the pain. Because they've found refuge in it. While you, you are dying inside by just seeing them hold on to it.

That is exactly when it breaks. It gets crushed. Just like its been treaded upon. Crushed to tiny bits. That is when it shatters, shatters into a million little pieces.