Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Wordy, my makmende...

Wordy, wordy, wordy....
Wordy u made me ready,
For my wordy imaginary friend,
You came to me as a God send,

The siren that shouts: silence is golden,
Serene like a fresh tulip in its youth,
Yet you are taken so far, far that i can't even touch the tip of your fingers,
Your aging thoughts exhaust your youthful thoughts,
And brew sedated thoughts,
Wordy, the makmende that is,
I want not to let be the makmende that was,
For the era screams Wordy and youtube better recognize this hero!

Wordy, my makmende...

Saturday, March 20, 2010

I named him Wordy

Unspoken wordy, yet he speaks alot,
Quiet but full of surprises,
Never sensitive towards slavery,
Like a popular new treatment,
Not ready to play nice,
All his wars must be won,
Works to break every new player,
Thinks he can stop bullets,
I think he is dealing,
Legit medical reason,
Cause every compliment sounds like an accusation to him,
He thinks, and thinking sucks,
So he stops being wordy, thats his plan,
But i know he has a good heart,
I hope though, he cares for the truth,
He is broken in silence,
Yet his hallo is hi, only longer in words, though still short in intension,
His propensity of screwing things up grew instead of his desire to have fun,
Wordy, the ending to the wordless story, no stories,
Never acknowledges failure, or move past it,

Wordy tries not to be a jerk, but he still is work.

Friday, March 12, 2010

The power of knowing........

You know, its wise not to wire judgements towards a blind man for his lack of sight, silence in itself shouts INTERVENTION, i know, what a twisted way to make one confess, just like telling a gothic woman that tattooes don't age well, i know, quite painful, just like wishing a break up was a technicality, when you are praised because your choices were the same as your praiser's, i know, its never about you, is it ever? When a bride wishes that before giving marriage room, to a hopeless-to-be groom, swept off her feet with a dirty broom, and it took soon to doom! Its really okay when emotions lick, just let the power of knowledge win you a lottery to a wise pick.

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