Scars and Stars

The scars in me are stars for you
It pains to me and shines for you
It drowns in me and flies for you
But I cover it up and starve for you!
The scars in me are stars for you.
It punches me and caress's you
For all it was fancy and brightening for you
The scars in me are stars for you!
They mess me up and console you
The scars in me are in love with you
They bleed for me and heal you
The scars in me are stars for you
They fumble with me and sound clear with you
The scars in me are fond of you
They sorrow me and cherish you
The scars in me are stars for you
They twinge me and comfort you
They make me cry and smile for you
They puzzle me and glad you
The scars in me are stars for you
It pains for me and shines for you

No Good in Holding onto Yesterday

Often stuck in awakened nightmares, conforming to apprehend the ‘ifs’ of the past thy crumbling to regrets and agony fetching something to hold on to predominantly ignoring the existing reasons to not go through hostile exile and annihilation of self-worth, self-respect, and self-confidence the lump of sand deprives himself of the very need of the hour Faith. Even a ray of early bright is enough to aggregate a forest, the source of life. And so can’t a soul brighten up and stand adamant against all the unyielding and self-destructing offerings from Satan?

 Mediocrity of caging our emotions is tampering the little angel residing inside the suppressed consciousness asking it to compile and execute certain behavior often regarded as ‘good manners’ to subdue pure emotions and pretend that all the broken pieces are fine. Ambition, faith, optimism, dedication, and valor are just words when spoken out but crucial when performed and not only is it challenging but also a drape to the broken window planting a fake conspiracy towards your sense of belief that all is marvelous for the time being even though it isn’t. When going through the path of drudgery fearing of losing hope and guidance one might even wreak havoc such as the flashpoint; but persevering to what is coming by to accept and move on is what is needed. It’s okay to bluff a little, fake a little, as always truthful to oneself is further self-harm. Regrets are a part of life and trying to redo those if’s are not a piece of cake. Fear veritably is one key to compressing one’s own obsession over evil doing. One should be having cold feet when he doesn’t fear. You will be okay. You will fly. So if you want to cry a little, cry… nevertheless, try a little harder and die a little more to rise and fall again.