the killing impatience

landscape

by ~AlesyaSokol

See it was not easy.

Not easy for me atleast.I dread days and hours kill me. My speech is maimed while I ruthlessly want to stab me.

It is not that I am not strong, it is just that I am impatient.

Impatient like a dead duck, being dragged by a dog after the heist from the farmers lawn.

I will fiddle and let my will twiddle.

But never ever I would say that I harp sadness.

I conjure madness but sadness no I never feel so.

But feeling something, saying something and doing something else is what is human I think.

The way Adam would have fucked Eve behind the sink.

You see the horizon waiting for it to meet, I seethe through the end to make my eyes feel the bend

cause I know there is no horizon never and what you see is just my eyes playing fever

darkness has evaded me now, I dont call it darkness anymore

it is the new sun now

Patience has belittled me, I see the new wait now...

Days pass as if I sleep

Sleep has shots as f that is the only place awake

I keep asking in rhetorics now

my peers meanwhile seeing me in historic wow

they said,you have to be there to see that 

I say,

you have to see that to be there

There is no right answer I was once told 

that is old with a little hint of bold

There aint no right question if it has got a right answer

This is an irony which makes even great minds falter

Cause tell me if I could answer your questions

then your questions wont be questions anymore

your answers a puzzle falling filthily flat 

like that remorseful drizzle

Oh leave it, I will keep asking myself

why it all started

maybe the 1000 things that have got this fire started

I still squirm when I am in the pool

To see if water can take out what is guzzling in minds fool

A fire has started

again

and i wait for answers with little but yet with my part of this,

bargain

And here it is where we all started

I know you dint get a word of this while some you farted

So i ask you to read this again

and feel the pain that life thwarted

and then you would realize that it was all about impatience

impatience which is now the new patience

A patience which even homer simpson thinks is patience

I still let my skull fiddle and my mind twiddle

cause it never was easy it never will be...

~Harsha

being good

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As of an ebb it pervades

Over evil will which it evades

I sat there thinking, whether to kill it

or let it seethe, be raw yet competent

There was no compulsion apart from the fact

that the only compulsion was to let it be, or rather cut a pact

Being a man who is viewed as happy

takes shit even when others call it crappy

For others let me explain first, neither I am a dimwit

nor a sombre carcass, rather all that stays is just a hitch

A hitch to take which road,

difficult for a man who believes in truce

Who thinks hatred is better killed than making evil spiced up with spruce

The problem is not only me but with him as well

I know you are right at the right's end

while it could be seen that wrong would be a better find

Maybe that was what help me to my sanity

or I could have clawed you with anonymity

Not a word would have been said not an eye blinked

I am good at killing monsters without a sound kinked

You have to learn though

that the words you use are words not walls

the feelings that you conjure are feelings

and not one way letters

I will play truce cause that is how I work

We will be happy and grow together

cause killing is not the only solution

And I am not one who created delusion

Lets soothe out together

and remain partners as birds with the same feather

Cause you know

My goodness is good

With badness a tad better

~Harsha