What I Type But Don't Tell...

Sometimes it’s hard to write. All you really want to do is bang the keyboard hard enough so that it can understand your mind and reproduce your feelings in words, you try to type, “my life isn’t going the way I expected” but all that comes out is “saohafkwbVNLwhdjkvhnalef guvhW Vwhefng akhrwg”.

Because you see writing is just a process, a way of understanding your emotions, but the truth is do you connect to yourself apart from this writing? The words we say here are nothing compared to what we do with them in reality. Believe me when I tell you that words cannot compare to the satisfaction that you receive when you express them. 

I know some of you might be asking “but don’t we express through our words?” and to you I say that yes, yes we do, but do we truly say what we mean? Do we let the person really know what is happening in our mind or are we just diverting them by telling them a random joke or a topic, which you think might be more interesting. That’s where you need to tell yourself, Stop hiding, stop being fearful to accept. Start to realise that your words and your mind connect together without the voice that is telling you not to. Because when you start to do that, then you start to see a new side to you a side that seemed familiar, though distant, a side that you thought you could never achieve, a side called Bliss…

Fine lines..

The last drop 

of intoxicating alcohol seeps in 

The night is livid 

With the sparkles 

Of innocent dreams 

Within the vast array of dreamers 

I try to find mine 

The pen guides my shaken hands 

To write what it believes 

Is "THE TRUTH" 

I tuck it in an envelope 

Trying to leave behind 

These pen etched scars 

But the envelope bursts open 

Flodding the desk

With the blood of ink 

And all that can be done 

Is to return to solace 

By pouring yet another drink...