The time of haunting has arrived,
ghouls and ghosts are stirred to leak out.
Imagery one wouldn't dream of having,
appearing in perpetual repetition.
Oh how I abhor this moment!
No impediment in recognizing it.
It manifests inevitably,
and yet I dream for it to evanesce.
Sometimes I'm confused with the definition of reality,
if there's such a thing, why is there oblivion?
Two faces of the coin that continues to thrive,
constant epithets in defining life.
I'm irrational I suppose,
for identifying it with intense delight.
Or is it the other way around?
For existence only makes sense when the unseen seems crucial.
Note: I wrote this during my 10 am vacant class. My mind is a total mess, so please excuse the absurdity of the theme. =p
September 20, 2007
Fam Mam
ghouls and ghosts are stirred to leak out.
Imagery one wouldn't dream of having,
appearing in perpetual repetition.
Oh how I abhor this moment!
No impediment in recognizing it.
It manifests inevitably,
and yet I dream for it to evanesce.
Sometimes I'm confused with the definition of reality,
if there's such a thing, why is there oblivion?
Two faces of the coin that continues to thrive,
constant epithets in defining life.
I'm irrational I suppose,
for identifying it with intense delight.
Or is it the other way around?
For existence only makes sense when the unseen seems crucial.
Note: I wrote this during my 10 am vacant class. My mind is a total mess, so please excuse the absurdity of the theme. =p
September 20, 2007
Fam Mam
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