pleasingordisturbing

I searched for your heart, but got lost in your pages. From one line to the next; I journeyed through the ages. Your chapters vivid; your mysterious layers. I kept on going; ignored the stray letters. Words from your leaves; they left me shackles. I lost the war, but thought I’ve won all the battles. I asked myself: why is it so? I cannot comprehend. Will I ever know? Fingers down your spine; I thought I had you down. Little did I know; I couldn’t have been more wrong. Thinking I’ve discovered your secrets; I found myself elated. After reading your final chapter; you left me captivated.

Many a day has passed, now I take the time to stop and think. What lay awaiting for me in the future, this moment now is fleeting; and I'm on the brink. Bumps and bruises along the way, I have surely endured. Patience and wisdom I have acquired, with them my wounds have been cured. Every other day is a mystery, something new to be found. Hoping to stumble upon new things, to this adventure; my heart bound. When I step into new ground, what will I find then? I contemplate and imagine, for now I rest my pen.

Ready to fight, ready to kill, he readies his weapon; unbreakable his will. He sees his captain, he walks up to him. The young soldier says; 'I'm sure we can win.' The veteran speaks back, 'Does killing make you proud? For any cause, Should such an act be allowed?' The young man stands still, he seems surprised. A look of confusion, the captain sees in his eyes. 'Killing another man, for the cause of some other, Joy can you find; in the murder of a brother? Not too long ago, I used to think the same; But then I've realised, it is a cause of shame.' 'Torrents of blood, we've so recklessly spilled, many a fellow man;

Fancy me a fool? Some sort of ass or mule? You've got to be kidding, when you say an invisible force will do its bidding. In the winter you give children toys; but your clergy bugger little boys. But oh wait there's more, funny ones, they bang their heads against the floor. Blow up buildings for something they read in a book, wonder how cunning was the writer, bloody clever crook. They're all the same, innocent people they blame. Aren't you a bit too old, to believe the madness you are told? This weird obsession, of believing in one. Look at the Greeks, they had many- now that was fun. Every time they open their mouth, even more nonsense th

Ever thought what it means, to be free of the cries and screams? This world we know today; it seems there is no anguish and dismay. No iron fist bringing about calamity, no starvation; we live happily. Little us spoilt people know, of the rest of the World's true sorrow. Many live in fear, no more emotion to even shed a tear. Endless seems their agony; hopelessly in search of a remedy. Some under the reign of a tyrant, no end to their fear, eternally poignant. Stand up and revoke the incorporation, then face the risk of utter elimination. Their freedom their rulers ruthlessly apprehend, such cruelty in our world we can't comp

A being misunderstood, born in darkness and with no intentions of being tamed. It holds its creator solely to blame. A blight upon the land has been released; in the form of rage and hate. No end it seems there is to this being. Dwell deep enough; and this creature can be found. This evil is capable of devouring all. Capable of making the kindest into the blindest, nothing can free the victim but the victim. Both given birth to and destroyed by its host. Indestructible it can make its master feel; but to it in the end its host must kneel. Freedom from it can be sought- this evil however must be mercilessly fought.

For once I thought I was safe; Am I lying to myself? A facade that might just be, the manifestation of what I truly desire. Worries? What worries? Being the obstinate person I am. Have I always been like this? What has brought this upon me? For I do not know if this is real or not.