Slinging scribbles

I can afford to let go, Even if it means letting love go and inviting pain, For I have been burnt when I was bright, or I thought. Its the pain that was stronger then, now it doesn't matter, For I lived in influence that made me strong, Its a habit to breathe gimmick, Its a soul song to smell foul, Some things are to be seen and remembered, To be reminisced for their beauty, Somewhere lost in gaining strength and travelling afar. Being akin to show-off the strength and so being used to it, Love makes me weaker, so much that I do not need it anymore. I can afford to leave and let go, For I had no choice to decide once upon a time, long ago...

Struggling to find a perfect sky Just white and blue with no bird high I do not wish to be Just another guy Deep into the woods Lies the enigma of species Where do I find my success, Or is it just the miseries? Trying to decipher the mindless heart Actions that fail to synchronize by far Several dejections in store above par Wish I not be just the another guy It seems am just not the any other guy, For the problems I face Have no solution why, Unlike those for they who know why. Some things in life need special attention Like the sun who must rise to be worshipped for perfection Like the river who must flow to meet the sea and then the ocean Like the lovers who must love to complete their affection They cannot be ignored although it’s the trivial things they do And yet with their dedication and perseverance The day begins like the one that wasn’t new They earn respect for the quality devoid to me and revered to few. If efforts...