Clothed in trendy outfits
Or boring saggy clothes
Caked in tonnes of make up
Or nothing at all
Laughing with teeth within
Or tight lipped with no emotions
Talking out loud
Or hiding in the shadows
Screaming
Or silent cries
We camouflage
We mingle
That’s how we hide
The V-Pub has nominated me to participate in the Love/Hate challenge. Here are the rules:
Firstly top ten things I hate(not in order)
i. I hate birds, and all feathery things, I just hate them. They look eerie to me.
ii. I hate the smell of blood, makes me nauseous.
iii. I hate spelling mistakes and blunt errors, it annoys me like hell.
iv. I hate people who think they are always right.
v. I hate lack of hygiene.
vi. I hate bizarre fashion sense, it irks me.
vii. I hate doing math, I suck in math.
viii. I hate jasmines, their smell makes me woozy.
ix. I hate being unproductive, doing nothing all day, makes me feel useless.
x. I hate cats, that should be on the top of the list actually.
And ten things I love
i. I love music, anytime, anywhere, music is the answer.
ii. I love reading books, am a big book-worm.
iii. I love strong coffee, big time caffeine addict.
iv. Dark chocolate, just love it! Yum!!!
v. And chicken. *lip smacking*
vi. I love doing sketches, paintings! (little getaway of mine)
vii. I love to sing! (though I obviously can’t, that’s another issue)
viii. I love to dress up. (times I feel I’m a princess, lot of self pampering)
ix. Love doing experiments in the kitchen, cooking is another hobby.
x. I love dreaming things that can and won’t happen. It’s the kingdom I literally rule, my Dreamland!
And here to the nominees,
Too much noise,so much commotion
Lots of disturbance,meaning I crave
Empty,sick,senseless words
Wicked imbeciles,foolish stupids
Purity and sense is all I demand
Lies and hypocrisy,deception and pride,crashing
Truth,modesty,find no space,no room
Trails of stink they leave,they go,they come
Scattering darkness,burning the light
Sparks I dream,brightness I search
Clashing,clashing,I try moving forward
To survive,a challenge,to live,a victory
Give it up
When you see the light is gone
Give it up
When you can’t feel the feel no more
When the meaning is gone
What’s in holding on?
When the purpose is forgotten
What’s in fighting hard?
When the breath is already spent
You don’t water a lifeless plant
Then why watering a dead cause
You don’t live a deceased life
Then why watering a departed hope
Accept it
Though grueling it maybe
Be cynical
If that’s meant to be
Is it a stigma?
Is it a rule?
Is it compulsory?
Is it so crucial?
Aren’t we masters of our destiny?
Don’t we own the right?
To rule it as we wish
To ruin it as we please
What’s with all the mockery?
And the ridiculous stupid scorn
The rubbish garbage piles
Of imbeciles, fools and rogues
Patience going loose
Can’t do it, no not more
Slam their face, that’s what I feel
That’d be too easy
Not even necessary
The frustration builds up
Reddening the anger
I control my annoyance
Try clearing my head
Fools will always be fools
Why should I let them get to me?
Need to be strong
To live it up and live
Need to be tough
To make it worth the live
Saying no to something you’d kill for
Cravings you can’t control
Desire you can’t put an end to
Longing, trying too hard to resist
Yearning dying too bad to combust
Wish, wistful to be fulfilled
Aspiration strongly to be achieved
So many wants, wanting
Goals waiting
Targets raising, yet uncared
Stakes higher than ever
Yet there’s no stir, no emotion
Not a hope or answer
Not an inch of progress
Not a spur of belief
Faith is gone
Life is bleak and dark
Reason is lost
So is the purpose
What’s there to be?
What’s there to exist?
If there’s no sense in living
No chance in surviving
I try to fake it
Try to make myself believe
That it’s okay
That it’s fine, and I don’t care
But it hurts
Cuts me deep
Like I’m bleeding inside
I want to run
Somewhere I can expel
Tears build up inside
But they don’t like to roll down
They agree with me
They know I don’t like to look feeble
But I am, aren’t I?
I wish I had something to clutch
To embrace my rumpling self
But again
I look like a masochist
Who would even notice?
Scream without a whisper
Move without a sound
Talk without a whimper
Even if you’re bound
Sleep without a worry
Care without a vista
Run without a hurry
Live it a fiesta
Scamper without panic
Fear without cowardice
I never wanna be the same
Am sick of this sickly game
Hope I’d magically lose the name
So I can escape the blame
Wish I never came
To the pit of fiery flame
I badly want to leave the fame
Of always being called the lame
Wonder I could tame the hardship and not be the same
Scribbles and Rambles 