Entries for September, 2008

September 6th, 2008

Dilly-Dally Week

Qoute of the Month:

Be careful not to confuse what you say with what you do.

CRASH

Some people
Just don't know when to stop
And when they do
They realize that it's too late.

Some actions
speak louder than words
But still the question leaves us hanging:
Why?

Some words
Are better left unsaid
Then again we wonder
What are words for, after all?

And sometimes
We crash into each others' lives
Just so we could feel
That we are alive.

TRAIL OF THOUGHTS

On my usual walks along the dark, broad road leading up to home, my mind began to wander to the questions that I intentionally buried in the recesses of my memory--hoping that not a day like this would come, when I'd have to pause and meditate on answering these questions.

I step forward and look ahead, asking myself, "What lies ahead of me? What has the future in store for a girl like me?" A bright and happy future for me, yes indeed. Dreams fulfilled, missions accomplished, goals reached. Then again, what am I hoping for, anyway? What am I looking forward to? Will it be me... or them?

Another step forward, but instead I looked behind, "What has happened to me along the way? What if..." and so it begins, and you'll never know where it stops or where it will go. My memory rewinds back to the days of crucial decision making: what if I chose another path... what if I wasn't here after all? In the first place, did I not want any of these... all along?

I step again, only this time, I concentrate on my surroundings: where am I now? Am I by any chance lost? Have I found my own? Or have I finally accepted the reality?

Up on the narrow gate of home, I snap back to reality: what was I thinking?

And the world continues to revolve on its own.

mood lethargic
listen Jordin Sparks feat Chris Brown, No Air

yahn @ 01:39 PM | Book Of The Yahn [Add comment/s]

September 23rd, 2008

Whatever Ends, Begins *

Death begins with D and ends with an H.

It starts with D--denial of the inevitable truth
You deny someone else's grief and loss
You deny even your own mortality.

But then it ends up in H--hope amidst the irony
Just as we are clueless of what will happen after we sleep
So do we hope that there's more even after we lose our bodies.

[* taken from today's writing exercise on the subject of death and grief]

yahn @ 08:20 PM | Ice-peek! [1 comment/s]