Monday, July 20, 2009

Epitome of Cynicism... and Lessons Learned.

So im trying to get it out...Here goes:

My Ten Commandments
  • Listen to your intuition-- it is always right.
  • Understand that love is overrated-- it is never like in the movies.
  • Realise that noone will understand what you are going through, not even if they have gone through it themselves-- the experiences are always different.
  • Don't think that love overcomes everything-- you need to be on the same wavelength.
  • Don't depend on anyone wholly-- they always keep themselves happy first-- and so do you!
  • Marriage is not the perfect end to love-- its just the beginner's course to test your love.
  • Always be there for your family-- they are the only ones who you can love unconditionally-- God's rule.
  • Don't care about society and what it says-- it is there to gab and gossip. It is your life; do what you feel is right.
  • Never hope-- I know, if it were not for hope, the heart would break-- but it breaks anyway, hoping just makes it worse.
  • Always believe in yourself-- no specific God, no religion-- believe that you know the difference between right and wrong, good and bad; make that your religion and that your God. You are what you make of yourself...

Thursday, July 9, 2009

the fall...

She stood with bated breath, peering into the yawning gorge of darkness.
Determined, she turned her back on the precipice.
The wind played truant with her hair; and her heart, with her.
She closed her eyes; her keen ears drinking in the sounds around her.
A bird calling, the soft whisper of the trees, and most of all, the loud silence
The beating of her own heart, a bee buzzing nearby--life all around her.
She closed her mind, and taking a deep breath,
With her arms wide open, she took the final plunge
Into the black depths of nothingness...

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Empty...

An empty room, a bookshelf filled with dust
Billowing curtains, crumpled sheets, a slept-in-bed
A breeze rustling dead leaves on the floor, the dust swirling
The sunlight streaming through the cracked glass
Old love letters—tear streaked and well-worn
Dried rose petals, cracked photo frames
A chair rocking alone in the breeze
A shattered mirror, a book--its yellowed pages fluttering
Wisps of memories surrounding the room
Footprints in the dust, walking out the door....