Stranded Streets

There is something euphoric about walking those stranded streets.
It makes you realize how alone we are in this world
And how we need to choose our own journeys.
That at the end of the day, we won't have anything to hold,
we'll have to move on, alone and leave everything behind.
Because those stranded streets are the only things between us and our destiny.
We can run back to the crowd if we're scared.
But they will leave as well, slowly towards their own destiny.
It depends on us if we want to move forward or be left behind.
nobody will walk us to our destiny, we'll have to do that on our own.
Nobody has that amount of time with them that they can waste it on others.
We need to move along in our own pace, alone, along these stranded streets.
Some people might get shorter ones and some might get longer ones which are darker,
but inevitably they'll take us home.
And no matter how scared or lonely we feel, we'll know that we're getting there.
Cause the only things familiar to us are these stranded streets,
Never changing and inevitable.

The Dream Killer

A dream she saw, and what a dream it was

It was to cross the seven seas.

But little she knew not so easy it was,

to fly over and dream.

She wanted to go the cities and villages,

no matter how rural, all she wanted to do was walk.

Oh how exciting it was imagining stuff,

walking the roads with a goat or a cow or even a silly little duck.

Never been out of her little town, 

a highly protected soul she was, no one would've even guessed.

Cause when she described the places she wanted to see, 

She poured her heart and soul out to it.

You would've believed that she lived there for months and months to be. 

But she was just a petty girl indeed, 

who was the dream killer if you ask, it was her own father you see. 

Half brained and foolish, believed that the whole world was inferior to him. 

Arrogant and ignorant mind you, he would only believe in what he saw,

Didn't care about the poor girls dreams, just objected to her every request.

Heartbroken and empty, god knows how many nights she cried herself to sleep,

Only hoping to be a part of that little trip that she never could be.

All she had was hopeless dreams misleading her to emptiness and grief.

And hopes that she could runaway and one day be free.

Misery

I twist and turn, from this side to the other.
I'm not comfortable.
Sleep seems to be far from comforting.
I know what this phenomenon is.
It's not talking to you for a whole day and missing you.
But it doesn't seem to affect you, does it?
You are the same old jolly you.
But where is that jolly me?
Who could sleep on a rock without a problem.
Who would not care about some idiot who didn't value her and move on.
Who was, if not independent, atleast self-content.
Who believed that she needed no-one to make her happy.
Where is she? 
I don't like the monster you've created out of me.
Living on your attention like a parasite.
I love you so much that not talking to you for a day is killing me.
I know that i am my own poison but still why don't I change?
I am tired of trying to change who I am, again and again, little by little.
But, nothing seems to be enough.
Why don't you change?
Why don't you try to help me?
Why don't you care when I foolishly try to avoid you to check if you even care!
Why don't you know my habits?
Why don't you remember that I'm waiting for you to get home to talk to you?
Why don't you miss me, at all. . .
Why am I the only one who has to go through these miseries?
Crying through the night because the night is never-ending  and so is my wait.
Why can't I just go to sleep and pretend that these are nightmares.

Jokes? Is that what they are called. . .

Why do I take everything you tell me to heart?
I know you're joking, but for you it must be an art.
You pierce me with your staggering words and act like you're immune to mine.
You disappear into the wild and make me so frustrated that everything seems in vain.
I try to avoid you, stay away from you, ignore you but all for what?
so that my heart will suffer in pain? and you laugh it off as a silly joke.
What worries me is not your silly jokes but it's my carelessness that let's my temper slip,
makes my heart race and my brain go wild. Every thing about you disgusts me, I don't even want to see your face, but it's so perfect how can I look away?
I'm pathetic,  I know you don't have to make it so obvious!
You push my self esteem lower and lower I can barely face myself in the mirror.
I scream SCREW YOU at the thought of you and cringe at myself but how can I let such a person bully me?
'Ever heard of loving yourself? forget that bitch and head the other way. '

Dark

You tried to allure me, I was already in your trap.
You kept on trying, and I never kept track.
It's not your fault to want me crushed and tortured.
But it's a fault of my heart who knew everything but never held back.
Your countless attempts was your presistence.
And my attempts to keep talking was my weakness.
You got me cornered one day.
All sad and helpless.
You lent me a shoulder to cry on and called me a 'gem' when I felt worthless.
Those words and a slip of my heart, in a leap of moments your voice became art.
I couldn't stop admiring it, nor could I stop looking at it.
But now that I can tell, you were nothing but a black rock, dark.

Weakness

I just want to bury my face in your broad shoulders
The canopy of your arms around me
My tears soaked in your shirt
And your hands stroking my hair
Your hushed voice telling me it's fine
The confidence in your voice keeping me calm
And your warmth keeping me safe
I might've been a fool to ignore you in the past
But I've realised your importance
Or morever discovered my weakness.

Free

Today I release myself.
I release myself from all the implications.
All those trying to be perfect attempts,
All those staring at the mirror and trying to find flaws.
If they actually love me, they'll love me for myself,
For the clumsy person I am.
They'll accept my flaws and learn to love them.
People will love me for me,
Not the photo-shopped image I claim to be.
No more drooling over Megan Fox or Scarlett Johansson,
No more squeezing into those skin tight jeans,
No more starving myself to be skinny.
Today I release myself from me.