may 28, 2011 - 3 yrs. and 7 mos. sober

at twenty, my mind loses its rhythm.

at nineteen, i'm boiled to perfection

and at eighteen, I'm in the real world.

My head feels so bombarded, I cry.

 nobody's perfect. by Jessie J.

save the world(4 minutes)

I just left home for the sake of being engaged
in something bigger than my own principles
Of entangled changing paces, freedom come!
Maybe being a little restless helps me live.

And start fresh beginnings, and lose the past
for all we know, it just boils us and haunts
But feeling the pains of it keeps us grounded
Forcefully living in the present, without fear.

Climbing these stones shall bring prosperity
In the coming moments of this earthly life.
Getting trapped in the moment will fail us,
all we have to do is to live with it, RISE!

the time has come to be beneficial of life-
It's own bounty, gifts and resources to be,
We shall use it for our own good, own time,
Which will soon be lost if we don't take a bite.

here by my side

if these walls create humility, let's just box ourselves in

But if they just create troubling questions 

let us break out, venture out into the unknown

and experience all life's beautiful takings

From this moment on, this light will shine 

in our hearts, minds and bodies, ever blinding

So as to conquer all that has been unresting

and decide to uncover sweet maladies

I don't know what to do with my own hands. I am now stuck in front of this computer and there's nothing else to do but to publish a blog entry.
Been eating junk food the whole day and swallowing up a pride that keeps on showing itself to many...
been stupidly happy and don't know how to control it. I have a house to stay inside, I know I have a place in this world other than my comfort zone...

abducted

I broke the chain
and now I'm blushing.
We were intertwined
But now we fly away.

Is this the hurtful phase?
A fearful panic that heals?
Maybe all this will end
Soon, maybe tomorrow.

abducted

I broke the chain
and now I'm blushing.
We were intertwined
But now we fly away.

Is this the hurtful phase?
A fearful panic that heals?
Maybe all this will end
Soon, maybe tomorrow.

red tea

pull the trigger, now I'm flushed
state your point, now I'm stuck.
there's only one way out,
but to pass by is a chore.

we get to the end of the rainbow
by walking through rough edges,
slowly burning our tired feet
and procrastinating self-love

control freak

as the morning comes, we rise
and as we rise, we falter
why? so that our vanity flow