A measure of grief

Small and wimpy you are now. Wounded and dieing. Angered to the core at that cunt of a world that showed no sympathy, but hammered you down till you met the devil living in the depths of hades. Broken with the fall you will not stand up. You can't stand up. All you do is curl up, hoping you'll die fast. A swarming army of memories charge at you striking you with all the deeds that deceived you. The memory of a love that was not love, the memory of care that was not care, the memory of joy that was not joy but his sheer abundant self pleasure. You were an entertainer. A puppet with too long the strings who didn't see what dangled you up from there, cos' he was just too darn up high!

The measure of the wasted few years, lost priorities, bruised emotions, a life no longer fit to live and a face of shame that can not be mended tops off your grief.

Then a ray of light will be shead on you. The warmth makes you seek for it making you crawl out of your misery. You simply need more. More of that shimmer so beautiful, so resurrecting. Its' called a 'new day'. Get up, stand up, walk up and spew the mangy cunt with a flash of life. It will burn, it will melt at your comeback.

How simple the most important things in life. We show a blind eye, maybe laugh at them too and then rush over to the insignificant and try make life out of them.
Meet the simple. The shut down lights. The diamonds in the rough. With them, the measure of grief will sum down to none.

Green Blaze

The heat is on! Forever it seems....

Green eyed monsters we all are. It's only natural to long for something or someone, that the last person on earth you want to be with owns. What is not natural is the intention of expressing jealousy, and still think it is only right to get away with it. One believes in suppressing certain emotions and opinions in life. AND no! This has nothing to do with being a genuine person and thus, 'I- say- it -as- it -is' situation. That is simply justifying yourself as a rightful bitch. Justify this: What wonders will it work to the world to know of your oozing juices of jealousy?

For starters, it sure makes you look amazingly horrid and self-obsessed. The whispers of despise and wrath that comes your way from the wagging tongues surrounding you will be countless. A fig you need to give, coz' it simply shreds that Dignity of yours, which made you look so pretty all this time. The number of venomous words that will snipe out from your mouth into your victim will definitely cause fatal emotional distress or.......who knows; maybe just the right amount of anger to boil them up enough to get a punch or two land on you! The steady ones will simply ignore you, watching you drown in your own pool of blood.

It's no piece of cake having it all bottled up. True! Yet it doesn't make things any better spitting out your attitude around, to show you deserved what you couldn't have; after all that's what jealousy is all about. A fire can stay inside; it will crawl up the walls burning every inch into ashes; yet die down. So why spread it at all?