Monday, February 28, 2011

the same dream.

it's more than just the fatigue of daily living;
it's more than just the drudgery of routine in life.

it's a striving, a seeking;
a yearning that caves down on itself in a realisation of hopelessness because maybe we're all just too fantastical.

my greatest fear, is living a normal life.


we are too ignorant--ignorance that leads to fear--to admit reality's grasp over our imaginative idealism.
not talking about the reality of making a living, i have no fear over that,
but the reality of living.

in years to come, it is possible that i'll look back on this and laugh, seeing some folly which the present self fails to realise, the folly of a dream.
but i fear who that man might be.


and that right now, this moment, dream-like as it might seem in the future, is everything in absolution at its purest form.



"...that they might go the fools among."

Sunday, February 20, 2011

life as of now.

whether its ignorance or strength
its hard to tell; could be an intertwining of both.

maybe ignorance is strength.

i could be better off not knowing.

Sunday, February 6, 2011

transitory.

I’m gasping in a dream
but the dream itself isn’t suffocating;
I’m just gasping in one.
delicate, surreal.
delicate.

Why is it all transitory.
where am I going;
where I am going-
What If.

Saturday, February 5, 2011

gah.

ib's not getting harder;

i'm getting lazier.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

second home

Art room

we’re all just mad; inadvertent
the speakers’ blast
harmonious melancholy;
what’s future, present, past
gets tangled up all in the strings.
like finely selected hair; dab, dab, dab;
as we jab, jab
our way through gelatin glass
like raindrops in near-stop motion
all round us
a little bit mad.


- a poem dedicated to the only subject i enjoy.