Moondrops.

Dear fate perched top the midnight hour
Voiceless whispers drift and ears do cower
Cruel summer season winds come haste;
O'er yonder where lull'd hearts can taste-
dew drops that hath caressed thy rosy apple cheek
Alas, Cheshire cat's vast wisdom- mind's eye doth seek

Enlightened doe eyes with knowledge gleamed bright;
Hidden 'neath emotions of young pup's plight
Thy prayers await eternity betwixt and between,
patience, let time go 'head alas seem too keen-
for something, nothing, infinity, oblivion- filled void
Boredom's fascination, destiny toyed

<3Dil.

Time to have a philosophical look at life again.
I'm stuck between two extremes in my current emotional and rational state of mind. How I look at it right now, life can be taken　one of two ways; Don't take things so seriously, I mean there's really no point in getting stressed about your path in life and your achievements and contributions because well, you're not going to get out alive now are you? No one does. So, just have fun and enjoy yourself. The other way I see it, is more of a pessimistic point of looking at it. What's the fucking point in anything? Why bother even getting out of my bed in the morning when I'm just going to get let down?
Either way, I can't help myself from laughing at people that get so over worked about making sure their life is on track. Getting good grades, getting into a good school, getting the good job, getting the good spouse, getting the good house, getting the good up-to-date technology. I guess, if that makes you happy, but most likely you just get stressed trying to keep on top of it all. Does it give your life meaning?
Riding the GO train at 8am in the morning just verifies my thoughts. looking at the sea of black, grey, and navy blue suits with their brief cases, fingers tapping away on their black, grey, or navy blue blackberry phones - The uniform of society. One thought very predominantly painted on their faces: "I hate my life.".
It's quite true that right now I hate the world, and humanity. But, tomorrow I'll probably love it. I enjoy these extremes, and makes me colourful, I think.
That is all. Actually, there's more things running through my head but I'm having trouble coherently expressing them. So, I'll leave it at that.

<3Dil.

Do crabs dream of puppy dogs?

Nice to meet you,
I’m a crab.
I scurry along the beach.
I don’t know to where.
But, off I go.
Sorry if I pinch you.
Don’t get too close, now.
I’m really quite sensitive, you know.
But after-all, I don’t want to be hurt.

The waves are too close.
In and out.
Back and forth.
But, isn’t that what it always is?
A big fucking rollercoaster?
But, I don’t rightly know, now do I?
I’m just a crab.
I don’t know what a rollercoaster is, nor the usage of "fuck".
All I know, is that these waves are coming really fast now.

This wild sea may sweep me away at any moment.
I’ll try not to lose my head, this time.
I could be safe and sound, with my legs in the ground.
What I’m trying to say is –
It could be good.
Real good.
Or, it could be bad.
Real bad.

A wave just hit me just then, but, I’m still standing.
Although, I don’t have much faith anymore.
It soon will pass,
it always does.
And then I go back to doing what I do best –
Just surviving.

But…

Then, I open my eyes.
I awake from the dream of the serene beach.
I just realized something-
turns out, I’m not a crab at all.
I’m just a loyal, trusting puppy dog,
and it’s time for my lunch.

(Okay, so I didn't use any fancy vocabulary, or really any style at all. But, I really like this one. A lot. For many reasons. :) )

<3Dil.

Untitled

My heart torn in two,
becoming a double-sided two-way mirror
The crystal ball reflects hate,
but still I travel toward inevitable fate,
and I just cannot ignore my heart's lonely screams

I'm a stupid, stupid girl,
and you didn't always treat me right,
but I knew when I needed someone,
you'd be there with a kiss on the cheek,
and the words:
"hang tough and everything will be alright."

I'm glad you're strong,
you combat my weak,
and I know it's wrong,
but if you called out to me
along the hallway to your bedroom I would creep

<3Dil.

Summertime Approaches.

Oh magnificent sunlight,
drench me in your warm positivity,
take my soul to the place where children never cry,
happiness is the inter-venous drug,
and I was to suckle at it's warm inviting chest

Hearts palpitate in time with the music,
the love song that makes everyone smile,
We dance in this pool of twirling anti-gravity,
No coming down from this incandescent excitement

Come into me entirely,
seep through the pores and give your vitamins,
tint this skin with the components these eyes cannot see,
only the after-math of ODing on your radiance

Nevermore will I accept the darkness,
Just synthetic purity when I can't have you,
then I will look towards your mystery,
don't mind the stench of burning retina,
but blind me to the sadness you don't touch

<3Dil.

Japanese Haiku :)

I decided to write something in japanese, and what more fitting than a haiku!

闇の中
唇冷める
怖い風

この涙
この笑った顔
幸せ輪

出会った夢
未来を探す
血流る

Pronunciation:

yami no naka
kuchibiru sameru
kowai kaze

kono namida
kono waratta kao
shiawase wa

deatta yume
mirai wo sagasu
chi nagareru

Translation:

In the darkness
lips go cold
scary wind

these tears
this face that smiled
the wheel of happiness

a dream met
will search for the future
the blood flows

<3Dil

Taken, Token.

Please let me send a token of my appreciation in place of this heart.
Unwise and unkind words were the alarm clock for my slumber away from clear thought.
So gullible and believable, I know now what I have always.

IQ numbers mean nothing when standing against a pheromone attack on the brain.
Scents triggering an attack on the hormone glands,
hormones hijacked into war fare, numbing reality and lucid perception.
Feelings, nothing but a chemical imbalance.

Your Y can never comprehend our side of nature's puppet play in its master plan.
You want to spread, while we were made for trapping.
The only thing to which we can relate, it doesn't matter which body.
Mother nature drives me to insanity with her constant pull at my insides
Twisting, turning, uncomfortableness and day-dreaming emotions.

But you, my prince, awoke my sleeping beauty into the world of reality.
No more ghastly, ghostly feelings,
Never more to be blinded by sticks and stones.
Only spite born clear head awaken from repetitive history

Shoot the arrow that only pierces and bleeds this heart 'o mine
I choose to hang myself on this cross,
resurrected I will be in familiar territory whose map I can read.
So, take this token, not my heart.

<3Dil