fear grips
as i
fumble for
the light.
im reminded
that there
is nothing
in the
nothingness of
the night
but i
feel the
nothingness stare.
the senses
fall victim
to the
fear gripping
at all
of them.
then they
are flooded
by a
sudden sense
of relief
as the
shadows are
sent to
smaller corners
of the
dark-less room.
where can
the victims
hide in
this room?
under the
only light.
and now
that the
fumbled light
has broken
the fear
grips my
back again
as the
eyes wander
to places
i don't
want them
to ever
wander again
but they
see this
every night.
fear gripping
my field
of vision.
fear gripping
my back.
the door
shuts and
the fear
disperses behind
me but
i know
it's still
there hiding
from me
as i
hide from
it again.
behind that
door is
the fear.
inside this
room is
the trembling.
© 2010 The Still Air
30.11.10
28.11.10
Hide.
Why can't i hide,
in a box for a King
filled on the inside
with all that hard work could bring?
Why can't i hide
on the throne by the queen
living so wide - eyed
without the city scope scene?
Why can't i break apart
or dismantle the core;
the way the heart
has been run so far?
and Why can't i tear into
the story i wrote
and change the pages construe
onto a more amorous note?
well, noone said i can't .
© 2010 The Still Air
in a box for a King
filled on the inside
with all that hard work could bring?
Why can't i hide
on the throne by the queen
living so wide - eyed
without the city scope scene?
Why can't i break apart
or dismantle the core;
the way the heart
has been run so far?
and Why can't i tear into
the story i wrote
and change the pages construe
onto a more amorous note?
well, noone said i can't .
© 2010 The Still Air
27.11.10
don't blink.
don't blink for a second,
you'll miss everything;
your m nd w ll not f ll in,
the things unseen.
don't lose track
when lost in a mo ment,
but fall into it
rather than falling in resent ____© 2010 The Still Air
25.11.10
dances
singing is an action .
an action of passion .
while painting is the emotion .
withstanding great notion .
Dancing is the action
of portraying PASSION
through painting invi sibly,
with the free flo win g feet.
let it take you where it wants,
let it sustain, let it ha unt
let it compose its w ords
as its rhythm continues upwar ds.
yes, i wa nt to dance,
under stars in the expanse.
yes, i ch oose you
not because your fancy footwork intrigues me right through,
but because dancing is the action of portraying passion.
emotion.
devotion .
© 2010 The Still Air
23.11.10
The dream
The dream is staring into stars,
wishing they'd stare back at it
the dream is
waiting in the airwaves
mingling amongst the otherdreams
waiting for an imaginer to open
their mind and let things exist
the dream can onlyexist in the beholder
if the beholder exists in the dream.
the beholder only exists in tragedies.
© 2010 The Still Air
wishing they'd stare back at it
the dream is
waiting in the airwaves
mingling amongst the otherdreams
waiting for an imaginer to open
their mind and let things exist
the dream can onlyexist in the beholder
if the beholder exists in the dream.
the beholder only exists in tragedies.
© 2010 The Still Air
21.11.10
a little movement
a little movement,
can cha nge a day
a little movement
and you'll convey
a little movement
to make a heart obey
a little movement
you'll feel de fray
move a little
and feel a new
move a little
and pursue
move a little
and stare into vast blue
move a little
until you know it's you
no movement
shows you 're headst rong
no movement
makes time prolo ng
no movement
can be all you are lifelo ng
no movement
doesn't putyou where you belo ng
so move a little.have a little movement.
© 2010 The Still Air
14.11.10
responsibility
it was not forced upon me
it forced itself upon me
ruined me, shaped me
it is why i am me
it is shattered, and it is concrete
and it has shattered its concrete
till the initials and prints in the concrete
are shrapnel of concrete
i was not born for the events,
so why put me through the events?
i am a major part of the events
but what was the point of the events?
i do not think i am who i could be,
but i am glad i am who i should be
rather than who i would be
if i was not shaped into me
© 2010 The Still Air
it forced itself upon me
ruined me, shaped me
it is why i am me
it is shattered, and it is concrete
and it has shattered its concrete
till the initials and prints in the concrete
are shrapnel of concrete
i was not born for the events,
so why put me through the events?
i am a major part of the events
but what was the point of the events?
i do not think i am who i could be,
but i am glad i am who i should be
rather than who i would be
if i was not shaped into me
© 2010 The Still Air
11.11.10
the stranger.
i was the wakeful
desired and hopeful
as i watched the turning event
i'll never see again
the stranger i called friend
i can't claim resent
i'm not the angel
on frontlines of hell
i'm not alone, nor the saviour.
and if i fall at the line
it will come the time
when the friend becomes the stranger
© 2010 The Still Air
desired and hopeful
as i watched the turning event
i'll never see again
the stranger i called friend
i can't claim resent
i'm not the angel
on frontlines of hell
i'm not alone, nor the saviour.
and if i fall at the line
it will come the time
when the friend becomes the stranger
© 2010 The Still Air
9.11.10
mind, eyes, and body.
when we fall tired,
our mind,
our eyes,
and our body
work against us.
when we fall in love,
our mind,
our eyes,
and our body
work with us.
© 2010 The Still Air
our mind,
our eyes,
and our body
work against us.
when we fall in love,
our mind,
our eyes,
and our body
work with us.
© 2010 The Still Air
8.11.10
I'm not the one who set the world on fire.
if i had done something so spectacular,
as to setting ablaze this world,
i would non-doubtfully accept,
that i was the one who made events unfurl.
starting the revolution is out of the question,
but being part of the ignition that set,
a set of hearts into a forward, marching motion
is not something to forget.
i take no credit, because I simply can't;
it wasn't me who started this,
and i couldn't say it was you,
but it was that simple kiss.
© 2010 The Still Air
as to setting ablaze this world,
i would non-doubtfully accept,
that i was the one who made events unfurl.
starting the revolution is out of the question,
but being part of the ignition that set,
a set of hearts into a forward, marching motion
is not something to forget.
i take no credit, because I simply can't;
it wasn't me who started this,
and i couldn't say it was you,
but it was that simple kiss.
© 2010 The Still Air
5.11.10
room
My room has no expiratio n date
it s a little more than a sanctuary
and it leaves me wi th no threats
it leaves me not a statuary.
i m here. I want to be here
iwant to feel your presence
reigning all around. raining all around.
even in a tOTAL absence.
my room will start the ascent, and my mind will assent:
because ilove to REALIZE the love behind those REAL EYES
that have got me DAZEd on DAYS like toDAY
and when the wall's aligned FLECKS begin to FLEX, I'll realize
moments likethis bend this room,
this room i m bound too
and it will expand, and never collapse,
while in this room is me&you . . .. .
© 2010 The Still Air
it s a little more than a sanctuary
and it leaves me wi th no threats
it leaves me not a statuary.
i m here. I want to be here
iwant to feel your presence
reigning all around. raining all around.
even in a tOTAL absence.
my room will start the ascent, and my mind will assent:
because ilove to REALIZE the love behind those REAL EYES
that have got me DAZEd on DAYS like toDAY
and when the wall's aligned FLECKS begin to FLEX, I'll realize
moments likethis bend this room,
this room i m bound too
and it will expand, and never collapse,
while in this room is me&you . . .. .
© 2010 The Still Air
4.11.10
letters
Rainbows cannot express true colours
felt by anyone reading the letters
from that someone, listing the ways
love commits amity and sets hearts ablaze.
Rain cannot express true emotion,
felt by anyone reading the notion:
that the standard love won't ever last,
but the determination let's love surpass.
A poet cannot express true quotes
of the feeling of anyone reading the notes
of to-do, do, don't do, and I do's
written perfectly, impossible to refuse.
A fire cannot express true warmth,
of the prominent skipped beat when all is read forth.
That letter; sealed and locked away for the last time
has written in it the words you had in mind.
© 2010 The Still Air
felt by anyone reading the letters
from that someone, listing the ways
love commits amity and sets hearts ablaze.
Rain cannot express true emotion,
felt by anyone reading the notion:
that the standard love won't ever last,
but the determination let's love surpass.
A poet cannot express true quotes
of the feeling of anyone reading the notes
of to-do, do, don't do, and I do's
written perfectly, impossible to refuse.
A fire cannot express true warmth,
of the prominent skipped beat when all is read forth.
That letter; sealed and locked away for the last time
has written in it the words you had in mind.
© 2010 The Still Air
2.11.10
I'm not
I'm not the type to set the world on fire.
I'm not the type to walk along thin wire.
I'm not the type to try my luck with fate.
I'm not the type to ask of anything great.
I'm not the type to think of any question.
I'm not the type to wander into a lesson.
I'm not the type to decipher the answer.
I'm not the type to infect like the cancer.
I'm not the type to burn the surrounding.
I'm not the type to bring about buildings.
I'm not the type to design and construct.
but i am the type to become an abstract.
© 2010 The Still Air
I'm not the type to walk along thin wire.
I'm not the type to try my luck with fate.
I'm not the type to ask of anything great.
I'm not the type to think of any question.
I'm not the type to wander into a lesson.
I'm not the type to decipher the answer.
I'm not the type to infect like the cancer.
I'm not the type to burn the surrounding.
I'm not the type to bring about buildings.
I'm not the type to design and construct.
but i am the type to become an abstract.
© 2010 The Still Air
1.11.10
November air.
I glimpsed it s arrival
i ll say it glimpsed me
and i saw it toda y
in a way only i could see.
I felt it surr ound me
in it s breeze i had awaited.
it s air had not stopped
had not given in or hesi tated.
I heard it
and in a way I avoided it
by layerin g on resistance
that made me admit:
I am not a part of weather
i m merely breathing a ir
and as i accept the art of everyt hing
i ll breathe again i swear.
© 2010 The Still Air
i ll say it glimpsed me
and i saw it toda y
in a way only i could see.
I felt it surr ound me
in it s breeze i had awaited.
it s air had not stopped
had not given in or hesi tated.
I heard it
and in a way I avoided it
by layerin g on resistance
that made me admit:
I am not a part of weather
i m merely breathing a ir
and as i accept the art of everyt hing
i ll breathe again i swear.
© 2010 The Still Air
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