Procastinate

I take a look at the clock

And think of the time I have to spare.

I push all my deadlines aside

And rest in my blue armchair.

Tick Tock

The clock keeps ticking,

As the deadlines come closer.

Just a few more hours,

I promise the fun will be over.

Tick Tock

Beating rapidly, my heart

wakes me from my sleep.

The deadlines are now dead.

With guilt I wearily weep.

Tick Tock

I take a look at the clock

With bitter and vile hate.

Oh! How I wish that

I do not procrastinate.

-m.m.jan

My Beautiful Palace

A beautiful palace

I called my second home.

For years and years

In its wonders I would roam.

The time would come

When I was forced to leave.

The thought of that heart aching day

Each time would make me grieve.

Immoral souls this year

Took me by surprise

As they dominated the beautiful palace

And destroyed it with their lies.

The palace lost its beauty

As I lost all my spark.

The evil souls resumed their doings.

The palace grew so dark.

Destroying all remains,

The ugly souls had won.

I grew distant from the castle,

Waiting to leave everyone.

My time has now come,

And now I depart to rest.

For once, I am detached from the palace.

Perhaps it is for the best.

-m.m.jan

Euphoric

I am moved into a state so unique. The beat moves my body somewhere, while the lyrics take my mind someplace else. Blood rushes through my veins as I am deeply engulfed into a wondrous sensation. I feel every bit of the song on my skin. My closed eyes focus on my heart, as its beat harmonizes in perfect unison with the music. I listen closely, fearful of missing a sound, a note, or a lyric. I lose myself into a song as my thoughts enclose around it. Breathing it in so carefully, my mind enters a state of serenity. The music allows me to release my emotions, so I release every emotion held within. A tingling feeling travels down my spine as goosebumps emerge all over my skin. My head is swaying softly to the subtle sound of the music as I sense my lips curling into a smile. For a few minutes, the world is a careless and perfect place.

Hoax

The masks have been uplifted.

Their faces now revealed.

From years of lying uncovered,

The truth is no longer concealed.

Like jesters they have fooled

All those around.

Deceiving and deluding,

While dreaming of the Crown.

The veracity of their being

Was none other than to seem faultless.

The irony still remains,

As do the sins they do not confess.

-m.m.jan

A Final Farewell

I saw it coming, but I never expected it to happen this soon. Time has been a great friend, a friend who showed me the reality of our situation. I realized how we strove to create something beautiful out of people that were never meant to be. I understand that it is a late realization, but perhaps it is the best time to realize. We all are too different, to an extent where we do not belong together. They say that opposites attract, but please understand that we are people and not magnets. Thank you for all the beautiful memories.

Farewell.