There's something for EVERYONE

THERE'S SOMETHING FOR EVERYONE



This blog consists of random musings, poetry, songs, parodies and stories born out of Awesome guitar solos, Boredom madness and Twilight fever.



I know what your thinking- Twilight? NEXT BLOG. But lets look at this objectively- i'm a female, susceptible to romantic fantasies ( i know, it annoys me too), it has hot people, and thirdly i've always had this vampire obssession and have watched practically every vampire sop or movie there is.



Then there is the case of boredom madness- u know when you're in class, and its not your average droning lecture but the kind of moronic lecture where the guy tries to make you participate in the said boring lecture and tries to use humor, sarcasm and even narcissism to get you interested? That makes me VERY sad. Therefore to escape into an alternate reality of poetic non-awkwardness, i have been forced to write some randomness that to me feels like some sort of an outlet. Sort of like punching a wall.



3rdly Guitar solos. Ever had those moments when you hear this certain kinda music and it SEIZES you and warps your mind and you feel disoriented thereafter? yep.. there's some of those moment-inspired writting too.



so here's me- past and present

enjoy :-)



To make this page easier to understand

To make this page easier to understand
i have divided my posts in to the phases of my life which correspond to what i've written and when i'd written them, they are-

The juvenile phase

The angsty phase

The self discovery phase

The thoughtful phase

The mature phase (which is where i am right now )



aaaaaand there might be a few combinations there-of

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

BROKEN STRING- poem {from mature phase}

i tried to write you a song
a song that would mean everything
but once again, i did things wrong
tuned too high and broke the string

how simple, and how metaphoric
how ironic, that it should happen
didnt want anything enough before
and now that i do,i'm disheartened

i have screamed,and i have cursed
you listened to me in silence
when i was done and stood trembling
you held me, as your penance

you cried no tears,confessed no fears
i wondered about you, grasping
but mostly i was caught up in me
why try when there was no point asking?

your stoic face and solid stance
sharply contrasting your delicate hands
gentle voice and wordless grace
your eyes stolen from distant lands

i scoffed at, smothered and infected
every dream that you saw out 'there'
i wanted you here, i wanted you near
yet your disappointment was hard to bear

i saw you wither slowly and surely
pieces of your soul steadily fading
i wanted to help and be there for you
but another hit and i lost track again

when i came to, you were far away
you resented everything and felt nothing
i know i hurt you and wound you too tight,
and you snapped just like my guitar string

4 comments:

  1. not bad tubby.. pretty cool in fact

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  2. Oh my, amongst the whole lot of posts, I seem to relate the most to your depressive ones. :-S

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  3. we are scary ppl man

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  4. i like it...imaginative.... full of feelings...but so much fear...

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