In its Place Where Everything Belongs

I write for you, although at times, i can’t conjure the correct words to tell you the truth about how I feel, in depth, how I feel the dungeons of my soul, the gutters of my world are stained with the blood of my remains, and I, sit there attempting to put a pen to a page and scribble down my love for you, my hate for you, the lust that i’ve felt for you, !!my fingers tremble, my heart breaks, and i fall into the abyss, alone and ashamed, i’ll find a way back to you,  i’ll find a way back to you,  and with blood on my hands, i write for you…

You left me all alone, no sleep, finding two full plates of food, people dreaming away, drunk. You gave me a hard time, you forgot me, you thought i was a waste of time , but ill leave the door open and keep a key under the mat, if you ever come back, my heart will be open to you. My love for you will be invisible , but ill act like you were never gone,  my love for you still lies in my heart, but remember this, ill be waiting for you, even if you're miles apart. ill keep a smile on my face, even though you gave me bad times.  ill always be there for you, you'll always be special, no matter how far you run from me, no matter how many people hate you, no matter you love someone else, but ill be there for you.

I'll come when the midnight sun fades away into darkness and the mighty angels come bid goodbye. I'll come a when the gloomy skies are set apart and the wind is calmer than the soul.  I'll come when the sun rises and the moon fades away,  I'll come when nothing seems to be right,  cos time has made us this way. 

In this place, we all rise and fall, breaking into pieces of agony and attempts to take,  forfeiting somehow cause the sun blocks our eyes to see above zest,  The soul didn't give a glance, as she cried and moaned, He craved her beliefs and ways, As they both separated in different corners of this place, Helpless. The irony is that she left for another soul,  as today he cries in joy, to keep her gay inside her jar of untouchable words.

How do you feel about me? Bring it from the start, erase me thoroughly, cause that fluid filled till the brim, is now overflowing. Memories are good to remember. We had few, saved, lost and now erased. That night I spoke out loud to the blank walls and wooden bed, everything paid off and tore apart. How deep can you go to find me?  How deep can you go to fetch me?  How deep can you go to hold on to me from the apology, from all the trouble you gave me? Incomplete. I search beyond that broken building made of sand, guess what I find? An empty heartbroken emotional soul, wounded by nails and concrete, injured. You helped filled my vessel with sound and happiness,  which made me feel full of life again. You made me the thinker who inks out. - ThinkerInkedOut

Ignorance and attitude sometimes really hurts one and shows another's true personality . We "people" don't care these days. We think to ourselves and feel, "should I give a fuck or no?" So we start showing our false selves and pretend to be those people, so they know how we felt and we feed them their own medicine. But when we start feeding them their own medicine, we come to realise that it isn't affecting them at all.  We can't be them,  We just have to be another version of us to beat them.  It's the people who have made us this way. What's done cannot be undone and what's to come, has to come. - ThinkerInkedOut

Mocking the fact here I sit with no company to accompany, eavesdropping at the imaginary gossip on the greenwood tree. A silent stream flows beneath my skin, music running through my head,  waiting for a person to come by and say hello, but as I reckon, no one takes this weary path of loneliness. I decide to take a stroll as the crimson sun bathed my body with warmth and satisfaction. It felt good. Clouds cover the sunshine, making everything gloomy and dull, The scent of happiness had floated away. I move along to the edge of the mountain, where I see a mistress lying on the ground,  weeping for her lost. I stop and stare at her, swollen and torn apart. Her dress withered and borrowed, but beautiful. She could hardly speak a word but her eyes showed me the world. I was taken into deep thought, as the heaviness of my heart swayed away with taking just a glance at her, I fell in love. We both gazed at each for a while as the sun dipped lower into the sea, bu

Laughing at that night when i said yes. Regretting when it turned upside down. Wondering if it would ever happen again. I don't wanna go back into that state. I'm happy the way it is now. Cursing as it has become nobody, brought from its empty mind and thoughtless nature and not caring a bit from what ive given. Ordered from its spoilt bringing up. Its now become a day, a time, not to go back into, a moment not to flow into, a measure not to forgive. Fleeting away into high depth and leaving behind sorrows. Passionately enjoying that peaceful moment till dawn breaks, birds chirping and chanting away good verses from shakespeare and beethoven spreading the holiness of belief. Wishing for those old times and good memories to come back where we all won't forget and regret. I write this in depth and for all the people.

Liberty is found, so peaceful, so sound. Living this moment, but missing that feeling inside me which was soaring high wanting to change, but worthless enough as many tries given up. Hoping happily for that hand to hold and moments to rise. Made us a bond. That ta ught me so much ill never forget.  The time we've spent feels a waste for the days I sat through, but now ready to start new. There's this bird which always seeks that moment for you, now the bird is striding apart its own way. Finding glee till we don't go back into memories which we shared so happily.    -ThinkerInkedOut

Gazing thoughts, Mesmerized World .   When you live up to the expectations of a person to talk and forgive its past and presence, and you yourself expect that again in return from that same person, not being satisfied amongst all sins and sorrows, making the most of happiness and joy, you feel driven with grief, for what you've done but not done closely. Wanting that person to feel what i feel, even whether i don't know that person  thinks the same but not showing that gratitude and emotions to you in return, you feel like you're talking to a wall feeding on advantage and friendship for guarantee. I want that to change. Hiding from others i don't want, but destiny and karma choose their paths as they can shine and sail like brother and sister. We came across our forked path where we stood awestruck in between two dried destinies, waiting to be quenched with liveliness and enrichment all put together making our lives to live in a better place. -T

Coiling in grief, sitting and brushing back old memories, hovering whether those moments will shoot back again. People who are tired striving for what they want. Mental mates grouped up on one display, wishing for that successful moment. They took their risks and walked by paths, awaiting their destiny which they themselves make. The day finally soars high. Breathing eve ry tiny drop of oxygen left on the surface. The sun has set, the light has gone, for now its time to go to bed, and sit and dream away those wonderful moments ever meant to be so joyful. - ThinkerInkedOut

This life what we all live in,  where we face death and victory,  has it become a place to mourn over for all its undone fierceness, which we all crave and lie for? Have we all become characters in Shakespearian plays? Or Have we become ignorant creatures destroying this beautiful planet,  making it a pothole, where all sins and desires are dumped and forgotten? No, w e haven't. Time keeps ticking away and we just don't realize it. Try  sacrificing time and space for others whilst they do the same for you.  -ThinkerInkedOut  

So much hatred, so much love, so much mesmerizing violence fallen into shattered pieces of glory, lying beneath snow and weathered leaves, they speak of nothing but defeat and victory, whilst they just stand there bewilderment, waiting for theirs to shine, for the day today and yet to come, they wait in curiosity to shine and sail, is it their fault to be faulty or is it ours to be recompensated and thought upon? Everytime i close my eyes, i see the world falling down beneath the drape of lives, i see my childhood, what i was, but when my eyes open, I finally realize, what's more to this beautiful destroyed piece of planet futurama we lay, as we all see the sunlight and sunset, just like that , we see the happiness and sadness of everyday.  Everyday has its own significance, so might as well live up to it to our best. -ThinkerInkedOut