Friday, August 28, 2015

The moon's jealousy.

She laid down and looked up at the moon with a smile on her face. Though she was unsure if it was a smile to mask the loneliness or to accept the comfort. The moon in return smiled at her for a moment but then it turned into a frown. When  she asked him why,  he said that he was jealous of the sun because she has her own light and he is merely a reflector. And at that moment she realised that jealousy wasn't just human. She was jealous of a human, the moon was jealous of the sun.  And God knows of whom the sun is jealous. She rolled to her side and said to her self 'eh, sadness needs to exist in order for happiness to be appreciated. At least I'm jealous about something which can be obtained.  ' and went to sleep.

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Masking prejudice

I walk into the class and I see the smile on their face.
But what they don't know is that they're looking at a mutant. 
A monster created by a bias society to appear more acceptable. 
I see their trusting stares and I doubt whether I should hate them or my self? Their prejudice or my acceptance  to wear the mask. 
Prejudice.......... Definitely prejudice 
Prejudice is a horrifying monster which sinks it's claws in the backs of those trying to progress.
Just because they have a specific heritage, something  which they didn't even choose. 
Like being imprisoned by a thought or a ghost. 
Prejudice prevents us from who we can become based on things that has nothing to do with who we are. 
It lurks around every corner,  reflecting the ugliness of human nature. 
An ugliness which nurtures my cynicism and hopelessness. 
And yet I wear the mask....... 
Not to hide my ugliness but to avoid theirs. 

Sunday, August 23, 2015

Walking

Friendless and aimless I walk alone.
Alone in a strange land which rejects and fights me like a body fights a decease.
As if I'm an intruder,  whilst I'm just another soul trying to find the way.
The way out of the past into the unknown which unfolds slowly as I grow.
Never would I choose this life yet it chose me.
And I sit here..... Waiting anxiously for the universe to miss me and undo my sin.
I ask not how, for that is the universe's concern not mine.
She,  in her infinite wisdom, shall find a way to restore the balance which the world needs...... and take me home.

Saturday, August 22, 2015

Inside the walls

I wake up surrounded by four walls and i wonder on which side am I?
Are these walls my freedom or my imprisonment?
Do they free me for who i was into who i am?
Or do they imprison me in who i am from who i can become?
I admire these walls, they always stand there like a pillar to which i can fall.
Whether i'm up or down, these walls are always there. providing me with shelter, keeping me safe.
Perhaps it's not the walls who free or imprison
Perhaps it's I who decide on which side i need to be.