Wednesday, September 23, 2009

the devil in a black dress

you came around with your promising words.
disturbing the peace of mind I had.
I was happy with the way my life was headed.
and then you decided you'd try to change it.

I told you I didn't believe in love.
you told me it was a gift from up above.3

you got me hooked like a prized fish.
and now all I get is the cold dish.

why did u bring me up so high.
when all u wanted to do was leave me to die.

The game is over and you played it well.
meet you again in the pits of hell.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

a poem for You

Blow your soft kisses my way...
That way I would know you want me to stay...
I don't want to chase no more...
The more I chase the more i bore...
This feeling I feel inside is hard to explain...
I tried to avoid it but its here again...
Its a feeling that pulls at my hearts core...
I'm saying this just so you know...
All you have to do to make me stay...
Is blow your soft kisses my way...

- Tas

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

the Autobiography

I'm writing my story.
The story of the life I have lived.
The pains that out-weigh the joys.
The tears that fell from these lonely eyes.


The choice of ending is puzzling.
It has to be finished minutes before the last time these sorrowful eyes close.


How can this be done you might ask for we never know when that unavoidable end comes.


If I have to write it, the only way is for a tragic suicide that ends the pain.
A final pain that may lead to the euphoric salvation I hope awaits.
If I what lies beyond is not the salvation i hoped for then it would be just one more disappointment.
But...the very last disappointment.


Then there is another option for an ending...
You.
If you hold my hand.
You have the power and the ability to finish what I cannot do alone.
For you can write the ending after I'm gone.
A natural way.
Not having to play God in order to finish the book.


You decide.

The ball is in your court.

"Friends will keep you sane, Love could fill your heart, A lover can warm your bed, But lonely is the soul without a mate." - David Pratt

eNouGh

Is this fight worth it anymore?
Whats the point when nothing seems to go right?
I try to stay strong and hope that it might
But somehow the tell-tale signs show that its a pointless fight.

I never wanted to fall in the game of life and love..
But tonight I find myself contemplating suicide.
For all the souls that actually cared I bid farewell.
But I can't live no more in this pain filled hell.

It ends...it all ends....tonight

Monday, September 14, 2009

life in need of Spice

Idle mind = Devil's workshop goes the saying ...but I have realized that the Devil's workshop bit was just the initial phase of the Idle mind.


After this phase comes what I believe people commonly refer to as "Soul-searching".

Though I may have pushed someone away in the process of reaching the "Soul-searching" phase, I guess if they got pushed away so easily then they never really wanted to stay in the first place.


The think that has been missing in my life is the Adrenaline rushes! The playing with fire. The breaking the rules of morality. The pushing life to the the brink of death acts. This is what I need. This is what I will achieve.


The world is full of self centered people and I was an easy target cause I walked with my heart on my sleeve.


If you can't beat 'em...join 'em

Sunday, September 13, 2009

the Wait

all I do is wait.

what am I waiting for.

I have no idea.

For nothing is confirmed.

The clock ticks away.

Is it worth the wait?

What if the answer I get in the end is... "I didn't ask you to wait..."

Is it a risk I am willing to take.

The nights be sleepless as my brain is restless.

I talk myself out of it.

I tell myself this feeling is due to other unmeaningful reasons.

A game I have to play... with myself... to keep my sanity.

the yoyo Effect

I am not talking on a personal note (or maybe I am...you decide)

this effect i speak off can be highlighted in Katy Perry's Hot & Cold.

only diff in real life this game is usually played by the females of our species.

what happens is the woman treats you like a gift in her life.

its all good...till the guy starts feeling the same way.

Guys... if you feel the same way.. keep it to yourself ... coz more often then not .. its just a game....u speak up and the tide changes. Seen it happen one too many times. If you like her... its in your best interest to keep it to yourself ..

Sad but True

Saturday, September 5, 2009

the Pipe Dream Sales Woman

She came and she spoke
Not accepting just friendship
I didn't want to go further
But she didn't care none the less.



She does it all subtly

But the problem is all she is doing is making a sale of a pipe dream
She has no intention of staying.
Ur just a game.
Another accomplishment?
Food for Ego?

She holds your hand
Just to let go when u finally hold back
Like a cruel Succubus when done feeding
Leaving its victim exhausted instead of dead



Stay away from the Pipe Dream Sales Woman

A walk alone is safer