physician Poet
... embrace the means, harmonize your personalities.
Member Since: 20 days ago
Indecisive decisions
In the crossroads of convictions, I get lost I try to retrace for one thing is sure... I may not know what I want, but I'm certain what I don't want No human is ever sure It's always an indecisive decision.
MY STIGMA
Stigma... Such a faithful follower They call my child a bastard I'm irresponsible and good for nothing Not even deserving a seat in church My mistake, my stigma Stigma... Holds me tighter than addiction grip They say I'm doomed to die But my virus is just a disease One that I can still be happy with My illness, my stigma Stigma... The unfavorable opinion of all They say I'm fatter than all students combined I'm bullied and insulted No friends, none true My body, my stigma Stigma... k...
WHEN THE DAY ENDS...
I am sleep... I know we've met Stealing you from work desk Caressing you in that boring class Embracing you during church sermon. Forgive me I'm naturally soothing But occasionally embarrassing I am sleep ... Portal to a world unknown A place of dreams, magical or yet another madness. I'm plied by worries, welcomed by laziness My death, insomnia, a terrible sign of doom. My bloom, rest, a safer way of life. I am sleep ... To fools, I'm a hobby To infants, a duty To algesiasts, a saviour...
OLD SOLDIER NEVER DIES...(DON'T FORGET DEMENTIA)
A million times I would wallow off into the la-la land bringing the weirdest imaginations to life. But this evening I'm not off the moon again rewriting my stories and giving it the most wonderful happy ending, I'm rather just staring at my grandpa. 'Papa Gee' as we fondly call him have served in the military for years and seeing how he struggled to get his week legs down the front stairs made me wonder " Old soldier never dies, but indeed gets weak". My dad on few occasions would show us p...
TELL ME ABOUT THIS ANXIETY AND SADNESS
Once, I was happy I enjoyed family and friends alike I read, I worked, I played A day came and my joy with the wind vanished How do I explain the pressure bound with adulthood? The weight of responsibilities? The anxiety of failure? The 'what Ifs' preceding decisions? And the ruthless hunt of every wrong choice? Then I lost the zeal to push Nothing was of worth I responded to nothing, a few with ennui For all questions the answers became... 'To what end?' Day after day, I disintegrated I wish...
TELL ME ABOUT THIS PHOBIA
Once, my paddy laughed at me so hard after an event I must have put up some drama in public What does she know? She's probably one of the lucky souls that can't relate to this phobia I can only tell you what I felt... It was a fight to survive the chaos and fear my mind already created A moment of mental dissonance and torture Be happy if you can't relate I was the 50th person in the row Crawling into a dark skintight cave with lots of unknown people in front and behind Bound tight by the w...
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