Alive but not living

“Emotions are a sign of weakness”

So I live on in denial

And don’t express what is actually important.

“Romance is cheesy”

So I live my morbid life

And don’t take a single moment to appreciate what I have.

“Ideas are stupid”

So you and I go to coffee shops

While all I really want is just a walk in the park.

“Silence is boring”

So I talk and tell tales of my own design

While all I really want is to sit back and just be with you.

“Excitement is dangerous”

So I live in fear every single day.

I am alive; but am I living?

Guest Post: Make Love, Not Chants

Make love, not chants

by Neeraj Sachdeva

Here comes the season for romancing,
Warm tea, hot cakes and morning chanting
One makes you sleep snugly at night
The other wakes you up before morning light.

The rousing rapture raves the beads of ecstasy
On the glowing skin, soft and bouncy
There’s more to be said about nightly jubilations
Than morning trepidation and evening tribulations.

So she chants his name, in a verse of five,
For when she says his name, she feels alive
What’s livelier than a morning chant
A sugary cake or nightly romance?

See, when you reach a certain age,
Each tribulation is another stage
Of energy draining and mojo waning
So chanting is new daily training.

But as we roll out the quilts this season,
Forget the quilt and grab another reason
To snug and stay warm this cold,
For summer’s far, don’t wait till you’re old.

Neeraj Sachdeva is a psychology-motivated blogger who writes about Freelancing and Self-Improvement, often together. Check out his latest post (and Free Quiz) on Motivational Goal Seeking. You can find his take on The Art of Persuasion as well as his logic-driven post on The Essence of Friendship over at The Next Goal, part of WBB Survivor Contest. He writes poetry to amuse his audience (and woo his women!) ;)

The Pretty Mask

Hey! Wake up, pick out your clothes,

And pass your day the way They want.

Pass your day, the way They say,

It’s time to put on your pretty mask.

No! Don't look at that guy, sketching in the park.

Don't you know, They consider him 'weird'?

There’s just the one way to 'happiness',

Don’t ever give up your pretty mask.

Laugh, even when it’s not funny,

Smile, even if it is too damn hard.

Blend in or They will see and attack,

Don’t ever give up your pretty mask.

It matters not what you really want,
and what you feel is not a concern.
It's what They think that really matters, 

Don’t ever give up your pretty mask.

And comes the night after the long day,

Now you may cry and wash your face.

There is no one around to see you now,

For now, you can pull off the mask.

But look, here goes the dark night,

and the sun declares it a new day.

Soon you have to go step out in the light,

Time to put on the heavy, pretty mask, again.

Reblogged: Letters between lovers (The things we leave unsaid)

Source: www.dailylove.net/2010/06/62310.html

Letters Between Lovers
(The Things We Leave Unsaid)
By Ashley Shaw

Danny,

It is sunny here,

But not as warm as expected.

Dusty yellow rays bounce off

The shiny red paint

On my car,

But I still shiver.

I never realized how

Cold it could be

In Florida

-Leslie

Leslie,

I, too, am cold.

But for a different reason.

I miss you.

I wish you would come home.

I can still hear your tentative footsteps

Walking through our bedroom.

It still smells like gardenia,

Even though all of the flowers

Have died.

It is brisk here.

Love,

-Danny

Danny,

Yes, I am aware of your brisk temperatures.

Like the cold tone of your letter.

I made it to the beach today

And let my toes drift lazily

Against the water's edge.

I wore my black bikini.

The one we picked out together

In one of those little stores on the

Jersey boardwalk.

I caught men staring at my

Rounded bottom.

I don't know why I'm telling you this.

I chased the seagulls

Into the foaming surf.

It's so beautiful here.

But I still long for home.

I hope you are keeping occupied.

-Leslie

Leslie,

I am keeping busy.

To distract myself from

Thoughts of your hair

And toes and skin and shoulders

And scent.

I feel your ghost in each

Breath I take, and

I keep thinking I see you

Out of the corner of my eye,

Your lips stretched into a smile.

It was so rare to see you smile

During the past few months.

I wish you were here.

Yes, I'm very busy.

-Danny

Danny,

I'm having my lawyer send up the papers.

Please sign them at your earliest convenience.

Why couldn't you just talk to me?

We could have resolved this.

I'm sorry it worked out this way.

Why didn't you just

Love me?

-Leslie

Leslie,

The papers are signed.

I'm sorry.

I wish I could have fixed this,

But I know

I could never be what you need.

I wish I could tell you

How much I love you,

How much I long for you,

How late I stay awake each night

Just thinking of your eyes,

But some things are

Better left

Unsaid.

-Danny

- - -I am a twenty-one year old student at Arcadia University. I have many strange phobias (including peanut-butter), but writing is not one of them. So this is one of my first attempts to get my work published. Thank you for any and all consideration.

The message.

Come fill the oceans with your pearls,
watch the black rose as it unfurls.
Tingling at first, but it pierces inside,
A hollow space in you like someone just died.

Surrender to memories, every time it rains,
and curse me dead, every time it pains.
Embrace yourself and dance all alone,
sway my darling, though the music is gone.

Stand in your balcony in the dark night,
Look up at the moon not even in sight.
Cheeks burn, eyes melt, and your lips stutter,
Think of every word you could never utter.

Here, look in the mirror, and there you stare,
into your beautiful, wet eyes that glare.
Feel the goosebumps running across your spine,
remember, all these shivers are also mine.

Think when the weight of nothingness will be gone?
Think when shall we be truly free, if ever at all?
The day when we don't have to ever try,
to be complete, become a brighter you and I.

Go ahead, and weep all you may,
wait till comes along a brighter day.
Light up your heart, fulfilling every desire.
And with all your light, set me on fire.

Untitled

The sun must rise but the sun must set,
insects fly but some are caught in the net.
Some people cant walk, they are destined to crawl,
no matter what, someday, every leaf must fall..

Keep clinging to the rock, let go and you die.
Because sometimes you trip and dont get back up if you try.
Scream, shout, breakdown and start crying.
Atleast to yourself, you can stop lying.
Because some people cant walk, they are destined to crawl,
no matter what, someday, every leaf must fall..

Feel the rush and feel the whipping cold wind.
Driving on the higway and you start to sing.
Get pleased with every beautiful flower you see,
the lesser ones dont have thorns maybe...
Some people cant walk, they are destined to crawl,
no matter what, someday, every leaf must fall..

Give up, give in, don't make the climb.
And be sure all you did wasn't worth a dime.
Keep trying and you might have a chance to deserve,
Fail you may but still get things to preserve.
Some people cant walk, they are destined to crawl,

But try and stand up, for you may just get it all..

Just too many..

When you're lonely, sick and tired,
you feel now you cant even try..
Coz there is only so much of happiness,
But too many vultures in the sky.

When you feel you're lying down and deep,
you just wish you could fly up high..
But there is only so much love here,
and too many people walking by..

You must pray for the rain to fall,
or you can just lose it all..
Coz there's only so much you can grow,
But just too many seeds to sow..

And you wish you could now decide,
what you want and what you really need.
You have to figure out what to do,
coz there's just too many people who bleed..

Requiem for a dream

Requiem [ˈrɛkwɪˌɛm]n

1. Mass celebrated for the dead

2. Musical setting of this Mass

3. A piece of music composed or performed as a memorial to a dead person or persons

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When your one move changes your life,
cut walking on the edge of a knife,
Who can you blame but your own foolishness?
Only the sole creator of your own mess.

Replaying the move a hundred thousand ways,
wishing day-dreaming would change the past days.
They can never see, they cannot understand,
cannot fathom the gravity of their demand.

Hopes and hearts, just put on fire,
forced to walk on ash of desires.
No matter how i hide, how far i run..
I find no peace, and nothing's called fun.

Wherever I go, I only hope to see,
impossible moments, whats wrong with me?
No matter what they say, what they pretend,
no matter what I do now, this must be the end.

How a confused man thinks.

First it was just you present,
just you on this whole earth.
And I had to leave us in pieces,
for they did not match since their birth.

Now the things have really changed,
and it's just me all alone.
Still how I wish to myself,
if only present there was your clone...

Does that mean I still love you?
But I often try to walk new roads...
And I don't know what I really want,
why would I want to take the load?

It has all been down and deep,
and I wonder when it'd be my day...
And now that words can't express it,
what would you have me say?

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I would like to clarify that I am not much of a poet. I have written only 4 poems last year. And none before that. I write poems when I get the urge to write. Like when I feel I can't concentrate on anything without writing a poem. So here you go, with my first substantial public poem.