Vent To Blab: Backdated

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Nothing is a senseless scribble
Your mind works in its own way
slave to its own voice
Working at its own pace.
Different from the people around
but u just don’t understand
Trying to tame it down
Pop up some pill
Try to sleep it out
But it gets the best of you
You quit pills
start paying your bills
Begin to realize
its just about time
and variations,
in perceptions,
and personalities,
because you’re just a twisted being from MARS.

P.S: i cant recall if i have posted it before letme know if i have.

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Vent To Blab: Thick Skull

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What you are, has a lot of role
Played by your luck.
Infact, you are nobody;
It is your luck or someone else’s
That brought you,
To where you are today.
Then what is it,
that you are so proud of?
Why doesn’t your neck bow
That stiffens with which
You hold your head up high?
Is not yours!
Ever wondered, you are here,
Not beacause of mysterious nature plans
For yourself
But someone else!?
Well, maybe you are too full of yourself,
That you cant focus,
The bigger picture, or
Its not in your sight, at all.
Blindfolded by your
False state of pride,
Which is for Lord to have,
And suits Him; but you,
did not create anything,
And He created you too!

Vent to Blab: let me

. Just let me be In my own lane Of my own race To my own goals At my own pace Just let me be In my own world Of thoughts and magic With all words I can well, imagine Just let me be In my bubble Doing my thing Whatever that may be Silent… Read more.

Vent to blab: puzzle

. She was not perfect, A broken piece from her own puzzle. And he knew it; he saw it, So he left and rightly so, Who wants an incomplete puzzle, To have an addon, to anxiety attack and this time, for lost parts; He deserved to be a part of a complete picture Because he… Read more.

Vent to Blab: antique

She was a wreck, and wreckages are supposed to be antiques; so old yet so beautiful that eye keeps wanting more of the details. Maybe she was an old soul and can’t help being attractive even though she’d like to stay alone in a corner; that was never a success for her. uninvited attention took… Read more.

Getting pinned

. After gathering all her pieces wiping all her tears she came up with a decision; took her overcoat and left to have ended up into a room that talked volume with edgy interior all because maybe, she wanted someone to talk. Walls here were fashionably layered. Solid color Wiping the drop of tear after… Read more.

Vent to blab: empty

. I will not apologize For making you cross the line And go away leaving me behind On a land familiar to me The only difference This time I fall Well aware of the morass I resided in With my feet in all along. I was on all fours now As stable as one can… Read more.

Vent of blab: Imagination.

. I lost myself to you You, my escape From this mayhem In my head In my life A sliver of hope That lining on a full cloud Which screams sun is hiding behind New day is waiting With new opportunities New air; New chance To make moments That will last a life time In… Read more.

Contrast

On the cliff, there she was, standing silently, with a mind that was screaming beyond any frequency. Nobody around knew who she was, what was her story or why was she there and to be honest, they didn’t really care because all of them had their own lives to juggle. She stood there for hours,… Read more.

on the way thoughts 4…

>There are times when one doesn’t talk… just replies. >A master remains a master. >everybody has got a threshold…its just the level that differs. >Lacking on Vitamin time. >Respect the decision, even if it’s rejection. >laughing can make one so tired… and have a bit of awkward moments too. >positivity induction trial might face a… Read more.

A senseless timeless scribbling of words sewed into some lines:
DOODLE 1:

When u dont know where ur mind is landing,
chances are you may end up laughing.

For no reason at all,
nothing to rise nowhere to fall.

When life gives you a reality check about,
something you had forseen alot doubts.

It’s like bursting the balloon you are sitting on,
Times go by and theres comes dawn.

With a new hope and a day new,
A message for all understood by few.

DOODLE 2:

When I don’t give an F,
To me you are deaf.

Do wat you want,
Say what you wish.

Im the one here shark,
Baby you are the fish.

DOODLE 3:
When I’ll be gone.

One day i will leave and never come back. What will you do then? You don’t seem to be effected by my presence or absence; you will find another. But in that another you might someday try to find me. In those curves, those silly talks, those mood swings and random words. Some day i might be the cause of your widened smile which would soon fade by reality check that I’m not there anymore, not with-in the arm length you could hold me in you. Sometimes you might feel sad that you let me go but that wouldn’t happen really. I know. Life taught you to move-on, no matter how the circumstances are, and you will duplicate it then too. I wish you’d stop me. You’d ask me to say there by your side forever but that’s fantasizing or day dreaming as many would say. Dreams don’t happen in real and we would have to stay apart as chosen by both of us.

DOODLE 4:

My brain is a chaotic mess,
An exploding mass of madness.
Abandoned by my own echoes,
The path which only I chose.
Hope is destructive, I believe,
Only when the dark besiege.
From within explodes,
The light that erodes.
All the dark surround,
Leaving you spellbound.
Reacting to the light,
With all the fright.
Swollen through to the core,
With every moment,
I die a little more.

                                 DOODLE 5:

Lets play The Blame Game
To fool your soul
Calm your nerves
‘Cause it likes to stay
Defined in a bubble
Where everything is ideal
A perfect T
Instead of facing
The harsh reality
So I am here
To take that all on me
To let you live
In your plastic mold
Carved out of gold
Have a nights sleep
In your baby fold.

                                       DOODLE 6:

From wanting all,
To nothing at all.
Life has struck hard
In midst of chaos
Went hopeless in mind
Without my guard
From all to nothing
Constant was something
The drive to end
Not willing to bend
If my life was a book
That nobody look
would have it already burnt
Maybe thats what i earned
From all to nothing
No difference in anything.
change inspired by monotony
And I await autonomy

                                     DOODLE 7:

I was a bubble
made of glass
that you crushed
and hurt yourself.

Boundary of the coin…

That moment when girls change their pictures for inlaws to see, statuses for their friends to see and click solo pictures for their to-be-partner, is when you know life is nothing but plastic and thats how some people like it. Demolishing their ownselves, they start inco-operating themselves into others life little by little but why… Read more.

A glance at you.

That bright smile you hold
Deceiving the world everyday
Kept me at shore
From the ocean
That you’ve hidden
Broken pieces of you
Locked far away
Just to yourself
Have now started
To shatter you
Damaging the potential
You behold!