shades of gray

gray days
where everything gets foggy
and nonsense makes sense
and yearning is comfort
and pain is pleasure
and you feel
feel the most human
full of excitement and fear
and hope and despair

those hazy gray days
where nothing is black
that absorbs all it gets
and nothing is white
that takes all and reflects
but everything is shady
and all gets included,
and all contemplated
and all ruminated
and nothing decided

those crazy hazy gray days
that shade extremes
and break everything into colour.

contact

Your presence is all that matters,
just knowing you're right there...

'In our shattered times, anguish relents
Not at mere idle words spoken in vain,
But rather from the silent eloquence
Bestowed by those rare souls who share our pain.'
—Evans

trapped

we are suckers for punishment
we faced it before
and said we'd walk away
yet, here we are
saying we wanna leave
but continuing to stay

It's addictive
we've fallen into the mold
the quicksand trap
that pulled us too far deep,
now near impossible to quit cold

Everything is too familiar
extremely comfortable
too comfortable in fact
yet filled with discomfort all at once.
A confusion of a situation;
the fine line border
between misery and pleasure

so here we are again...
enduring the misery
to the climax of an end

selective

I want to talk.
I want to scream.
I want to release.
I want to hear about someone's else's day
... just not yours.

I want people around me.
I want people to laugh with.
I want someone to share with.
I want people with funny facial expressions
... just not you.

I want to play games.
I want to exchange stories.
I want to compare ideas.
I want to have endless fun
... just not with you.

updated

New poems to read on I&I

think tank

My mind flies farther than I expect,
like a kite whose string reels faster
than it's master can hold.
It is constantly consumed with creativity
that takes away time from work-related reality.

Maybe it's best to tailor my mind
so my work time is not abused.
Maybe it's best to find a job
in which the creativity can be used.

outside the box

Ironic.

The mind that believes itself to be open:
the one that embraces everyone and everything;
the one that prides on going against the norm;
the one that holds more relaxed moral conviction ;
the one that says it is liberal to the core
is ruled and thus confined by reason,
logic, its 5 senses, and nothing more.

And yet...
the one that is ruled by more than the tangible;
the one that can expand beyond the touchable;
the one that is convinced that nothing is impossible;
the one that embraces and practices faith... unjustifiable;
the one that includes and goes beyond the logical
is the mind that is branded as closed.

There is no box

no need

"There’s no need to argue anymore.
I gave all I could, but it left me so sore,
And the thing that makes me mad
Is the one thing that I had...
I knew, I knew I’d lose you.
You’ll always be special to me.

I remember all the things we once shared:
Watching TV-movies on the living room armchair...
But they say it will work out fine,
Was it all a waste of time?
'Cause I knew, I knew I’d lose you.
You’ll always be special to me.

Will I forget in time?
You said I was on your mind...
There’s no need to argue,
No need to argue anymore.
There’s no need to argue anymore."

-From The Cranberries' No Need To Argue

discomfort

There's something bugging me;
nagging away at me...
but I can't put my finger on it;
can't manifest it;
can't articulate it;
can't express it any other way
but by silence.

simple truth

I amuse myself.