Hello darkness, my old friend

Them smart alecks who said adolescence was a difficult were absolutely right, its just that me being within my jolly bubble just didn't want to listen to them. Recent events have being tiring and difficult and they make me wonder if things will ever get better and I am referring to more than just teenage angst. Why does the storm need top present itself to me when it is least wanted? I wonder why I feel so lonely all of a sudden, no wait I know why I feel so lonely. I am strange and that's what I''ll be forever and I soon shall get comfortably numb about that and meet other people ( hopefully) who are comfortably numb themselves about their eccentricity. But being a quirky person it a very straight forward and hostile environment can be strange and I really do not want to change the way I am. Is it this generation who's so obsessed with their I-pads and BBM's or is just that this is the way things roll or the spirit of this city or is it that I'm not much of a zeitgeist?

I need and need as much as a coke addict needs periodical snorts, to do something new, something worthwhile, go places, not be so bored, not be dead tired at 22 hours and 50 minutesbecause ever since the 15th of March, the last day of school I've pretty much haven't been a part of civilisation or more so the civilisation I'd like to be with. It's a blatant hormone over-secretion ( not scientifically) engulfed phase of life. I really want my kind of company. I need to something significant, but significance is a state of mind, ain't it? Oh well and till then hello darkness my old friend, I've come to talk to you again.

Inertia....

There is a place higher than the peak of the highest mountain,
Where you have hidden beauty,
When amidst a boundary you can't run,
Beauty exists everywhere it's just something you've got to see....

Face your target,
Get a contended pose,
For being a dreamer you're always going to be hit,
Is that why you favour dreaming with you doors closed?

A wicked smirk,
A masked judgement,
Dressed with obnoxious words,
Dreams broken into fragments...

There will be a time you'll cast your wits,
A quest has to be hand in hand with strength,
Why is a path aspired to be followed spectated by sceptics,
These obstacles fate has sent...

Your mind has been gifted with expressive mass,
Your body has been gifted with blood,
Your blood has been gifted with a heart,
You walk to see if you've been gifted with blissful luck....

Luck's a bitch when you believe it to be,
The sceptics are meant to be gagged with your ears,
Those wicked judgements can make you search fissures to find your dreams,
A challenge leaves you to accept your fears....

As you are accelerated along a whirling path,
Driven to the mysterious by a kaleidoscope,
The arcane tends to await your heart,
Your path will acquaint with gyroscopic inertia...

Your destiny depends on the momentum of your dreams,
Can the sceptics displace your inertia?
You'll have to be stronger than steel,
The last card is sweet euphoria...

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Tainted visions...

Is fury really the worst aspect my child?
Is fear really the worst aspect my soul?
When the water penetrates the hard soil,
when we're blue as the night sky and black as coal.

When the light was blocked,
when my senses awoke,
when the sound had stopped,
when behind those words there was no hope.

When cast iron was tough,
steel just broke,
when a feather was rough,
when we lost our scope.

When we lost our Calvary,
when we lost our honour,
when the walls were bland without graffiti,
did all this just make us stronger?

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