Promises That Rhyme

Promises so beautiful they drift away in the wind
Carried away by a gentle breeze into the rainbow
While I stand on the ground
Waiting for my heart to grow stone cold
From all these words I found
"Love you always," you said
This - poison my heart chose to drown in
Sometimes better than living in vain ain't it?

Promises so beautiful they set you ablaze
Carried away by the wind, acre by acre
You devour all in sight with haste
Till all that's left to hear are whispers you have forgotten
Echoing incessantly in empty chambers
Empty words are so full of power
The innocence you chose to deflower
The smile on a coward, a pretty face

Promises so beautiful they came from your lips
Cherry red blossoms hiding little black pits
Terms and conditions, the lies that you hid
You'll be leaving tomorrow, and by nightfall you did
And promises you made are the ones I keep
In poetry and angry words are phrases that fit
But what's the point? There's no meaning
Our lives are no longer conjoined.

Just a sour, tiresome feeling.

Promises that rhyme.

When Dreams Speak

My fingers falter while I sort my thoughts out. It is, in a way difficult now to express what I truly feel, in an age of instant gratification and instantaneous distractions all around.

Even as these words roll out in droves, my mind flickers through channels - so many thoughts, so many feelings left unsolved for the longest time.

But through countless pictures posted, videos, feel good moments with an audience predisposed to judge your every move: you don't construct an artificial personality. It is you, molded not by choice other than that first step taken to be an entertainer. It is you, an organic persona crafted through years of careful curation of what to do, what to show the world, and bury all semblance of what is truly you.

But then again, this is all me. My passion, what I dreamt of - standing on the big stage with a song in my head and a story to tell. But dreams don't feed you, don't they? This gypsy living, a day by day existence of videos, photos, songs and smiles has satisfied my calling - but is that all to it?

But poetics don't betray this hunger. This hunger that one day will be satiated when you reach your full potential. This moment, however, seems further and further away, high in a cloud of childhood dreams and more smiles. More claps. More comments - words of encouragement but then again you stay on your bed, with an empty stomach -

And I wonder - what exactly is hunger?

And I see friends who have worked so many years, toiled so long and spent themselves inside out to reach this pipe dream only to be overcome by age and time - this is a game not many can play.

Algorithms, connections, all these additional equations that makes it such a rollercoaster ride, but don't all rides end where they begun?

But how beautiful is a daytime dreaming? How beautiful it is to live for an idea, a calling, where it feeds your soul and leaves you satiated even when there is nothing more to live for

It is truly beautiful, but beauty is just a moment in time - as physicality fades away, so does beautiful dreams - we all live for something, but then again we all die.

Feelings come and go, and romance is beautiful - but all promises are meant to be broken

And now you must go.

Here's my life for you guys to see HAHA