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So much to talk about…

There is so much to talk about I don’t even where to begin. I could talk about TV shows I been watching and, do some reviews. But this isn’t what this blog about, the last time I decided to do a review it didn’t go so well. I could talk about my terrible decisions, like how I decided to abandon the person who care for me the most to be alone. It’s a weird and long story and I am not sure if all of it makes sense. Like does it makes sense to love someone but at the same times to want to be alone? I like being alone and it’s the best way for me not to hurt people. I not sure if she would understand or you would. I could talk about my current projects, like my new shop https://shop.spreadshirt.com/tress?noCache=true but i am not sure if that too self absorbed. I am back and there is a lot of catching up to do…starting next Saturday 😉

Why is Haiti still poor?

Yeah I found two videos that pretty much explains why Haiti was and still is in the situation it is in today. People seem to be confused as to why Haiti of all country can never get it’s crap together and is always in the center of tragedies. Oh and P.S. I know the second video is has Clinton’s name in it but I just wanted to point out for the record, I am not an american citizen and am neutral when it comes this election cycle but the video really illustrates my point so just focus of the content.

 

Starry Night

When you are solitary,
As night drops his dark feather
Upon the quietness of the earth,
All sleeping, weaving the fabric of hope
In their dreams.
Except for you,
Who is left, alert and awake,
Under the roof of night,
The solemn night.
And our earth?
Still and silent, as a stretch of grave ocean.
She stares incessantly; stares with a heart,
Imbued with optimism
To cast a friendly look at them, called,
Her friends.
And you loll on her grassy lap,
With as much comfort as possible to seek;
For that sole reason,
To cast a friendly look at them, called,
Your friends.
No sound reaches your ears,
At the fall of quiet night;
But the sound of some rustling river,
From one of her calm corners.
And then you feel their approach,
But can never hear it.
They crept over her,
To touch the roof of night,
And cast their glances at both you and her,
Gleaming in unison.
The night turns into ‘starlit night’,
He makes a hollow inside you,
And an empty feeling of hope is etched,
Deep into your heart,
As the starlight falls over both you and her.
Both the friends staring with fixed eyes
With a decent smile engraved on your face.
And they, gazing back at both of you.
But you never hear them speak.
Their speechless faces,
Are the only bosom ones
To you and her.
Yours, theirs and hers,
Three of the stares adjoin,
And invites a true friendship to the three silent minds.
You are at last, taken into a trance,
Mild and unflagging,
Under the stars.

‘I wish I were there, where the cold earth remains my bed, the sky my protection
and the stars my guard. And my dream at night is the trance , I am driven into by the starlit night.’

Solitary Star

Whatever Remains

The remnants of the night tend to linger in my clothes;

the scent of liquor won’t leave my vest,
nor will that girl’s perfume, who was trying her best
my favorite shirt still smells of cigarette smoke,
or the drunken breath of the older bloke
the unsynchronised beats of the music failed to entice me
no sweat seeped into my skirt, I didn’t set myself free
nor did I get lost in the ogling man’s eyes,
turning him down was his most unpleasant surprise
I didn’t come close to anyone’s lips,
that reeked of mistakes and unfortunate slips
I went home with a friend, who remained by my side
kissed him good night, let everything else slide

And the following morning, when only memories remain
I can wash out the proof of their existence, though to me, it’s all the same
Because at least I can make all these disappear,
while you, I cannot
you are always right here
in my mind, never to be forgot

BY: Sara TK

Internal Exile

I can hear voices and I see other people,

But I just can’t seem to connect with them,
There is a veiled shadow that clings to me,
And it seems to render me all but invisible,

And when I dare to make myself known,
I stumble and stagger to carry conversation,
Constantly making mistakes and blunders,
I see gestures but nothing makes any sense,
Frustration and Anger are so identical to me,
I cannot and dare not try to tell them apart,

The sharp, icy dread of making eye contact
stabs into me with reckless abandonment,
Mind overwhelmed by such social nuances,
Thoughts jumbling themselves into a mess,
People become unnerved by my presence,
Try as I might, I can’t make a connection,

And then a dark, infernal voice bubbles up,
A voice I’ve known so well for so long now,
“Run away now, you just don’t belong here,
There’s no place in society for your Autism,
Go back into the cold shadows of the void,”

I open my mouth in desperate protest but
no words will dare to come to my defense,
Instead, Guilt and Shame pour past my lips,
Acridly burning as they force their way down,
Following by the freezing grip of isolation as
it pulls me, dragging me back into the abyss,

Watery shadows rushing in a great deluge,
Closing in on me and submerging my mind,
With my last gasp, I curse a world gone cold,
Fighting the exhaustion of futile frustration,

The urge to let the shadows drown me away,
I fight to resist the siren call of eternal silence.

By: Hegemony read more @ http://allpoetry.com/Hegemony

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Emptiness

Emotions that can transform in an instant,
Mind trapped within a whirlwind of chaos,
Pain covering me and smothering my heart,
Taunted by how other people see my Autism,
Invisible glass trapping me inside my mind,
Nothingness pouring in to fill this glass box,
Everyone seems able to function, except me,
Sweet sorrow sang in the guise of a lullaby,
Slumber dissolving me away unto oblivion.

By: Hegemony read more @ http://allpoetry.com/Hegemony

Irony

Life can seem so harsh sometimes,
Delighting even in cruel paradigms,
A trick here and a mistake there,
Bring such consequences to bear,
And so it surely is a twist of irony,
That I would be forced to see,
How the heart can pine the most,
For an empty and formless ghost
Of an idea that simply cannot be,
No matter how I pray or plea,
The best fruits lie just beyond reach,
As I sit there and marvel at each,
Frustration building like a tidal wave,
As I yearn and grasp and I crave,

Irony is that miserable heartbreak,
Sown from a dream so hollow and fake
That I would drive myself to madness,
Just to taste from that forbidden chalice,
I howl and hound and gnash my teeth,
At the tantalizing fruits I stand beneath,
Til anger erupts from deep down inside,
Molten despair from which I cannot hide,
Because buried therein is the ugly truth,
A truth that has existed since my youth,
Oh how it taunts and how it mocks me,
As life looks on with such sadistic glee,
It is perhaps such a twisted irony,
That “Normal” is what I cannot be.

By Hegemony follow her @ http://allpoetry.com/Hegemony