Remembrance

I'll close my eyes in remembrance,
skin a smooth porcelain doll,
precious in her mothers eyes,
an unknown fate to come.

Death is a quick vulture,
It grasped her in its claws,
a doll thrown from it's shelf,
blood cracked upon her face,
eyes painted open,
Lost in time and space.

Cold eyes

   Their harsh jokes and words, leave me numbed. I'll keep myself manifested in my own thoughts, to kill the precious time. I feel as though their eyes cannot see through me, those malicious eyes still pierce me.
 I've shown genuine friendship, compassion; I am thrown into social exile. Shut off from the world, lost in my own thoughts; picturing a perfect world. Reality grips me, eyes staring; mute.

   Reality, is my sworn enemy, I am now my deepest regret. I've turned away from myself, guided by my own delusions. 

   With such cheap compassion, they state kids can be cruel; to what extent can this be taken by a mere child? Psychological damage beyond repair, education in schools is no longer a priority for students.

   The student takes precedence in becoming hidden within the school walls; the mind becomes a safe isolation from all.

Be strong. 

Beginning The end of the World

  After an hour of searching, I came across a path. A sign warns off the adventurous from passing, yet I continue my way down, a steep slippery slope. Trees with broken limbs guide me; I find myself holding my body close to a smooth tree, the bark had been worn with the passing of adventurers like myself.
  I find myself above the river, breathing in the crisp Canadian air. Gentle breezes tug on my clothing, pleading me to take a step closer to the edge of the cliff. My vertigo keeps me from becoming too curious. What persuades us to continue a potentially dangerous path?

 The broken bridge before me is decorated with graffiti of the yesteryear's of those who have been here before me. Litter scatters the land below, i can only theorise the reason why there is a burnt skeleton of a car below.
Birds sing a common tune, and the rare knocking of a wood pecker grows louder with time.
   I can only ponder why such a beautiful place exists. Maybe it could help me discover more to why we become so curious, why we ignore the signs that warn us of possible dangers, well..it will be the beginning of more thoughts to come, that's for sure.

Thoughtful Introduction

     Life is unsatisfying, for all we know are theories to our questions. I find myself in deep thought, questioning all I am, who we are; why we belong in such a world. For we are so small and insignificant to a much greater and complicated universe, yet the clockwork within us is so intricate and abstruse. 

   Here I'll share my thoughts with those whom wish to know, and ponder with me. I can only imagine, how unique every other living soul on this planet is;what we could all share if we could come together.

 

   Life is simply too short to keep secrets.