Night-time Blues

Feeling detached, philosophical and melancholic. Drifting off to my own realities every night, never wanting to wake up.

That person...

You weren't quite sure what was it, that unnatural feeling about her. Day by day you'd see her randomly up to something, and then one day you'd realize, it was the creepy visage of someone putting up a pretence.

I Am A Little Bird

I am a little bird,

With wings so small;

That tree so tall

For ever, I fall.

I am a little bird,

With dreams soar high;

Though I have no hope

To fly those skies.

I am a little bird,

With no food to grow;

Trying so hard,

Let no weakness show.

I am a little bird,

With no home to go;

Long time wand’rer

Of this world, alone.

I am a little bird,

Looking high to the sky;

I’m sick of suff’ring,

I’m tired of life.

I am a little bird,

I am waiting;

Waiting, some day,

That something will change.

Jie Sheng Lim, 12/08/2011

It is both the sheltered, and the tormented, who grow up to torture and even kill.

Imagery

I despise the cliches which rob meaning from words, they rip the soul from the frame of poetic craft.

You don't know what it's like to be irreparable until you are, and it's nothing to laugh about whether talking about the old times or just a reminiscence. You become a creature in the eyes of society, you become different.

You don't know what it's like to be basking in the warm light of sanctuary and acceptance until you've seen the sorrow and despair, the dark abyss sans any hope.

You don't know what it's like to never be able to feel the warmth of family although you have one, because if you don't feel it, you can never again.

Can a person's dream reach only so high? With seemingly rudimentary ones, yet so hard to attain, such as love, acceptance, and happiness; people like to think they can provide them to those around them, but not everyone knows how to. Or perhaps the titanic dreams of freedom, peace, ceasing suffering? They require the wings of liberty; but how to create them?

Money; study grants, scholarships, research funds.

Power; position, knowledge, influence.

One has to beware, they may exert a heavy burden on the wielder if not used proper. Like wings of gold too heavy for lift.

And what of love and acceptance? All too scarce to be practical.

So when you find yourself standing there at the edge of a cliff, waiting for wings;

Thunder and lightning all around to deter the weak,

Downpour to beat down those wanting in determination, strength and perseverance.

Crows and vultures sounding cries of doom and desolation,

It is difficult, but they must be ignored.

Failure is not an option.

And when the final few chains have yet to be broken,

You realize: all you need is the Rain and the Wind,

And your wings.

Then you shall fly above all others.

When you're down low, when you're at your worst performance, worst mood and just fucked up; they who stay beside you during this time are your friends.

The rest are fricking bullshit.

Life's Lesson 101

Trust no one.