So many things to do
But, not enough time
I’ll never get it all done
Even if I stay up past bedtime
There’s movies to watch
Books to read
I’ll never catch up
Will always bleed
Adventures await
Treasures hidden
Saying I did
When I really didn’t
Trying to live
This life of mine
Wasting away
Failing to meet my deadline
She hoarded memories
Unlike the others
Who were too busy
Shopping with their mothers
They collected shoes
Their children collected rocks
But she didn’t believe
In their paradox
Only to build a collection
To leave it all behind
Left to gather dust
Evidence of their existence outlined
For her remembering
Was enough to keep
Her alive even after
She found a place to sleep
After they leave
I can finally give rest
To being their hostess
Trying to be my best
The buzzing rumours
Are finally gone
My stretched-out smile
Transforming into a yawn
Left to clean up their mess
Not allowed to complain
About the pointed quips and quarks
For I have a calm demeanor to maintain
Changing out of my evening’s constraints
Into awaiting pyjamas
Dreams beckoning my name
Refusing to think about the day’s dramas
What would have happened
If a different path was chosen
Where would I be
If I hadn’t been frozen
Would the tears
Have shown signs of slowing
Or would they
Have begun overflowing
Who else would have been there
If anyone at all
Would I be free to leave
Or coffined behind my own walls
The decisions we make come with
Consequences that we’re unable to rehearse
Suffocating in the what ifs
Of a parallel universe
Everything is fine
But is it really
How is it going
Questions asked involuntarily
The weather is beautiful
But I can’t say I feel so myself
I need to buy groceries for dinner
But I’m falling off of my shelf
Just keep walking and smiling
It shouldn’t hurt so much
Humans can’t be broken
They’re shattered with the lightest touch
Shuttered away in muffled corners
Observing in a shroud of her own
Making silent calculations
Whilst grinding her jawbone
Muttering maniacal murmurs
Too hushed to be seen
Planning out her motives
So as not to make a scene
Foreign to hesitation
Distant was her style
She was enough
To make the devil smile
[nay-der]
n. the lowest point in one’s life
I’m sure you’ve probably heard that everyone has highs and lows in their lives, or that life is a roller-coaster with its own series of peaks and valleys. However, it’s not as simple as that. What if a low just keeps on getting even lower? What if you’re roller-coaster is on the verge of derailing? What if you just can’t take it anymore? It’s easy to tell others that their life will get back on track soon, but when it happens to you it’s not so easy anymore. Life is so much more complicated than a roller-coaster!
[paw-sil-oh-kwent]
adj. one who uses few words in a speech or conversation
The absence of words is just as powerful as the words themselves. Finding peace in the pockets of silence in-between strings of conversation is an art that many struggle to achieve. Silence holds the power to make people uncomfortable, making it more powerful than words in certain occasions.
The Logophile 