Good time…

Today I felt something that I had seldom felt before

Feelings of loneliness, as if left stranded on the sea-shore

 

I realized how hard it is to be left all alone

As if something has been taken and far away thrown

 

I hardly felt like breathing, like it didn’t matter anymore

I very much felt like screaming, until my lungs could give no more

 

This feeling of solitude often comes and goes

But this time it came like a gust of wind that quite fiercely blows

 

To know that I am here sitting all alone

Wishing it was your hand that I could now hold

 

But knowing that you’re out there with others

It hurts so much that in words it can’t be told

 

I wonder if you think of me when you’re having a good time

I only wish I could be the reason for each of your smiles

 

But here I am dreaming about the time when you will be mine

And you are so very far away, with others having a good time.

Crime… inevitable…

“Here I am wondering how to force feed a creative mind with boring facts. Hoping and paying little heed to the fact that maybe somewhere it might be considered a crime.”
                                                                                                                                      -Ak the Wordsmith

I’m bleeding…

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I’m bleeding… It doesn’t hurt

I’m bleeding… I’ve never felt so good

I’m bleeding… I’ve never felt anything like this before

I’m bleeding… It’s truly an amazing feeling

I’m bleeding… I don’t want to stop

I’m bleeding… All over the page

I’m bleeding… Fountains of words flowing incessantly

Excerpt…

“So, do you want to tell me what’s on your mind?” he said.

“I’m just thinking that tomorrow night I’ll be coming here alone.” she said.

“Well, that’s just the way it is supposed to be.” he said.

They both stood there looking at their reflection in the stream as minutes passed by without a word being said by either one of them.

“Are you going to tell me what’s really on your mind or do I have to spend all night trying to read it?” he said after a pause.

To forget or not to forget…

There comes a time when all of us at some point in our lives wish to forget someone or something. I believe if i think long enough I will be able to recall some instances where I may have felt the same way.

The thing I noticed about this is a rather common yet unintentional mistake that we make. We focus on the thing that we are trying to forget so much that we end up making it next to impossible to forget it.

We think about the person or thing we wish to forget not knowing that thinking about it just makes it more prominent in our minds. Imagine a picture of a beach with the silhouette of a person walking on the beach in the center of the picture. Now if one is asked to cut out the person from the picture and imagine the picture without the person, he would still have the person in the same position in the picture in his mind. That is because we concentrate on the person to cut him out off the picture, sometimes to the extent that the person becomes the only thing of interest in the picture to us and we end up ignoring the setting altogether. One may even say that although we cut the body of the person from the picture, his soul still lingers there.

To sum up, all I can say is,

“Thinking about something or someone is not the most appropriate of ways to forget about that something or someone.”

                                             – Ak the Wordsmith