a few

everyday a new line comes to me but i dont jot it down, everyday i feel like making a change but i end up just thinking about it. what is it that makes a mind so full of what i call the "irritable thought".should one be so brave and lose all if it fails,or should one just ignore the though , the believe, the zest?.
Fear my nemesis, what must i do with it . everyone fears to fall , to fail, to get hurt, to be let down. for this very reason should we let it rule every thing we do,belive and how we act on things.We all fail but we must hold that with dignity.so that when you rise again u will see that the fall wasn't so grave.
Dignity.do we all have ours intact, do we believe its important?. I am but one person to state this, but i believe that once your dignity is lost its very difficult to retain what was one yours. Nothing lasts forever, by now you must have realized and accepted it.you must,it makes everything easier. Acceptance.

imperfect end

sometimes i do miss your imperfect smile
your arrogant lies that made me once cry
the way you do your hair
the constant lost, dazed glare

our impatient fights
of the many assumed nights
frolicking through,like the autumn wave
the frivolous outbursts
of those momentary lives we shared

hands clasped so tight
thinking it would never slip
not realizing our sweaty palms lost all grip

the moments, they have come,
the moments .they have gone
but this inkling lingers on
as i write this melancholy song

just a burst of the last film
i wish to rewind
before i finally erase this tape
thats twisted out of shape
must now be left behind

once we were, and now i am
a perfect example
of the imperfect end