Still

Virtues aren't like instant coffee, you have to be patient, let them percolate.

You can't force a horse to drink, just like you can't capture a bird who's not ready to be in a cage.

And now I'm tired, tired of a fake world.

Of cookie cutter i-robots. Without blood in their veins, flowing mega bites instead.

I looked deep inside you and found true beauty, and you looked just past me.

What were you looking at?

Perhaps your watch, because time waits for no one.

I've clearly missed my cue.

And as a result the curtain call has ended. I want to stay in the theater for ever

But they keep telling me I'm too old to play dress up.

"they" say...

time heals all wounds.

Perhaps superficial scars too?

But what about the ones that are deep? Do they stay? Never go away?

Try as you may to conceal, they rear themselves.

     Plastic surgery for a synthetic replacement?
                          or
                 scarred for life?

Looks like not all 'bogo'* deals are a good bargain.


*bogo-buy one get one free

no
i will not fake a smile
no
i don't want to come
no
i'm not okay

yes, every fibre of my body, every ounce of my blood aches
yes, i opened my shell only to have the pearl stepped on
yes, i have feelings, real ones, and no- i'm not afraid of them...anymore

yes-i want to run away, go on my boat, float into the sunset, but i am stuck, no- can't go far, the sails are missing, gone, torn, stolen, tattered, beaten, dead.

no-it's not fair, nothing is, and likely won't be, yes- i hate that, yes- i wish it weren't so, but it is, and i can cry a river, but my boat still won't sail,  not far enough

no- i won't use an ore, i don't want a motor, and i refuse to call for help, yes- i like being stuck here, with no sails, no-movement, just afloat, in shallow tears, for as long as it takes

yes- my boat could sink, and yes- what a shame, but no- i don't care, i can't, it's too late

yes- the path is the right one, the captain is steering correctly, but no- the weather conditions are wrong; rain, wind, snow, ice, the boat can't compete against evil forces of nature

alas i've lost count of the yes' because that's just how it goes.
instead i'm stuck in the dead end waters of no, no, no, surprisingly though i know i don't belong, i like it, because like a painful bruise, it feels good to apply pressure where it hurts, to make sure i'm alive. i am alive arn't i? yes? no?

maybe

enough

Trying to please Attempting to appease
Faking a smile
Going the extra mile

But none of it brings me that which I long,
Nor does it save the world.
So what's the point? Why pretend?

While some feign caring,
I'm forced to grin and bare,
But why keep up the charade when everyone knows there will be no winner?
There is no triumph in the superficial Olympics
No golden trophy to be won. 
Just losers, a lot of them,
some lamer than others but nonetheless insignificant.

Who decides when enough's enough?
What's appropriate? WHY DO I CARE?
Where to draw the line?
It's never been up to me, I've always been a mere puppet.

But I'm going to cut the strings,
All of them,
One by one.
Because that which made me happy is beyond the reach of these strings,
And if I don't cut them off now,
I'll always be just part of a puppet show.

Tragic

The recipe for disaster

What’s in a lie?

A dash of immaturity

A teaspoon of insecurity

Two cups of bullshit

A warm glass of stubbornness

Be sure to mix them together with some judgement.

DO not add class, it will ruin the whole recipe.

OooOh I see, it’s an easy recipe. That must be why it's so commonly used.

Well not everything that’s easy is worthwhile, and not everything that glitters if gold.

The truth will set you free. Shackles can get irritating after a while.

and so I shed another tear, one I've helped to create

Deep sadness won't allow me slumber. They say there's no rest for the wicked, perhaps that's what I am. But my greatest sin is that, I don't know.

I want to please, but instead I agitate.
I want to help but I hurt.
Like Midas but with the touch of angst.

How can it feel this way if it was devoid of truth?
How can you wish away something that never was?

And from now on, I will the wrong measurements for suits.
Arms too long, pants too short, nothing will fit, never look right.
And that's how I want it, irregular, like you, like me, like all of us.

Time may heal wounds but there's no Rx for a soul.

Alas, I'm an eternal dreamer, I admit.

But I can't dream anymore. I don't sleep.

Let it be...and other phrases to postpone insanity (anti-lamogio)

When the sun shines and even when it doesn't, time ticks forward.

If a situation bothers you, change it.

When people are rude, kill them with your kindness.

Money is made to be spent, but not without thinking carefully.

Life is meant to be lived, but the rule is true for others too, so live and let live.

Don't laugh at others, laugh with them.

Be happy with yourself, because if you're not, no one else will be either.

Set goals, aim for the moon, even if you miss, you'll me amongst the stars.

Try to understand others and to cut them some slack, as the fable goes, the lion ended up needing help from the mouse, you never know what life holds in store for you.

There's only love. Love poeple, love nature, love the universe.

Bad things happen, life has ups and downs. Remain positive regardless.

Dream, wish, hope; always. Even when you're not sleeping.

Spend time with children and the elderly, through their eyes you will see how beautiful life was, is, can be.

Most people are selfish. Accept it, act accordingly, but never be that way. Share your wealth, your joy, your love. Everything expires sooner or later so make good use of it while you can.

Be yourself, not everyone will like it. They may not understand, they will criticize, but you're the only expert on yourself. Don't ever forget it.

The world can be a dark place. You don't have to be.

So when life happens, don't worry, let it be, even if you don't, it will still continue anyway. Ride the wave, it's always more fun that being smacked by it.