The

Choice of leaving things undone, or not even getting the chance to fix everything
Maybe to fix everything it would be easier to end it all in one moment.
To have your moment cheated away from you, is a completley different story.
One person, gone in a matter of hopeless time.
Why couldn't it have been me?
Why would you desire to be the one being remembered, insetad of being the one forgotten?
To be disposable tissues for the time when you have no other choice.
To be the expense of new flowers for the grave.
Why couldnt it have been me?
To be left with musical recordings of you
and to be remembered as a freind.
Why couldn't it have been me?
I'm loosing grip on things
Why couldn't it have been me?

R.I.P

Mirror Me/ You Window (brainstorming)

I want to live
the thought of even marveling the concept, it enchants me,
which explains the erupting love I have for myself sometimes...
I wonder
who would not show up to the celebration of my birth?
What were their reacions and feelings be?
Am I the only one who is seduced by the concept of being strained down with life?
Why do I speak in such a way? People would be very enthusiastic, or would they?
Does anybody else ever feel so hopeful?
If you position this infront of a mirror, you would understand.
Maybe after all, I was right, it be the easiest task.

Just Thoughts

Passionate Blossoms

To some it's pain
To some it's a treasure
To some it's another thign to overlook
One phenomenom can accumulate numerous memories in ones mind.
It could be the anguish of all that it destroyed
the memories of passionate blossoms in ones soul
or what may seem so common to others, but the rest will never have
a chance to atrophy, only endure the shrivels left to savor
but if "anythings possible", why isn't the feelings you have,
symmetrical?
Everything that should make you feel better,
augments the feelings of reality
the tension in words, on the verge of a fulmination
even then, nothing would be shown
the contamination would be enough to portray everything