The AznGeek

Posted by azngeek at March 11th, 2006

A Wintery Day

I lie here in bed,
awake,
but still asleep,
unmoving,unmoving,
I lay still in bed,
staring at a clock
that blinked “88:88″,
counting the seconds
of the cold wintery day.
Take me… away…

The white blanket
of snow no longer
held the innocence
I once knew,
there was a time,
when I loved the snow,
when snow angels,
snow men,
and even snow fortresses,
were carved out of
the depth of the imagination.
In the pure whiteness of the
soft cold snow,
was a World, Our world,
Our hope, Our faith, Our dreams
and Our love.

Now it was there
to erase everything
I once had. The blanket of snow…
when did you turn black?

It fogged up the window,
where I once had written
messages of hope and faith,
It covered the streets,
where I once had walked on,
in finding my dreams,
It sealed the door,
where I once had gone through,
to see people I loved.

That was on a cold wintery day.
Take me… away…

Posted by azngeek at March 4th, 2006

I know. Me thinking? Very unlinke me, but pfffbt shut the fuck up, otherwise I can’t hear myself think. Things have been going up and down lately and I’ve (notice how the world revolves around me, fag. I, me , I me, NO YOU.) been feeling pretty disconnected with the world lately. I don’t know why really. Mmmm shall I BLAME it on the world for the circumstances which do not allow me to be more in touch with the people around me? Or shall I be constructive, not lay blame and think about do something constructive to overcome this whatever thing… I think I’ll choose the former. Makes things easier that way don’t you think so non-existent readers? Mmmm, I don’t know but I think I like it better when I know that no one is reading about my thoughts or whatever. It feels liberating, being able to just let everything loose and be a different person at the keyboard shielded by the anonymity of the internet.

In An Ideal World

In an ideal world,
should one not feel safe, warm,
and constantly loved,
like a baby being suckled
by its mother?
Yet if every single day,
in our lives,
when dissapointment ,
constantly plagues us,
if it is a blanket of darkness,
which keeps us cold,
as we sleep at night
are we not distant from
an ideal world?
When terror rains upon
this dry earth,
when tears spill,
damping the souls,
leaving them out in the cold,
does that not mean
something is wrong?
But when you stop,
and listen well,
and hear the laughter of little children,
the whispers of lovers,
the tears of joy of parents,
does that not bring hope?
Maybe something isn’t so wrong
after all?

Hmm signing the fuck off. Have a nice day.