Balderdash Thoughts, Medicine: Year 4

Better left unsaid, better left unfelt

I spent an hour writing..everything. Pouring my anger into my laptop and editing it and constructing all those sentences and blah blah blah blah and a second before I was going to hit send.. I just stopped. Not today. Not now. Have you ever felt so consumed with anger and hatred and total helplessness that… Continue reading Better left unsaid, better left unfelt

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Poems

Curses bring the worlds down

I tell you it ain't easy as it soundsTo pack your feelings and turn aroundFirst its just bad painA hard blowLots of tears and hurtA poison spreading slowThen the time passesCruelly ticking onVenom reaches your heartPoor thing long goneSo I pack my stuff and leave townand sigh as you shut me awayI won't talk if… Continue reading Curses bring the worlds down

Balderdash Thoughts

I am an Hsp (yeah, google it)

I am sitting in front of my cooler in my tiny room, I have the same heart I've had, the same feelings, the same attitude. No matter how much I try to change, at the end of the day it's all the same. Except the intensity has changed. Dislike, hate, go away. Love, test, a… Continue reading I am an Hsp (yeah, google it)

Short Stories

“Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.”

The boy's gone. The boy's gone home. It's a tree trunk. It's a cut down tree trunk. It was planted by my grandma, and then two more  grew on its side. Grandma died when I was 9. Few years back they cut one tree that the storm killed. Then they cut another. And now they… Continue reading “Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.”

Short Stories

I dwell with a strangely aching heart , In that vanished abode there far apart, On that disused and forgotten road

Back to the cliffs. Let's walk barefoot again. Yeah, come on. Kick the boots away, little more pain will not kill you. It will barely register, trust me. Hop up The girl was naive, her eyes red with all the crying. Her dress dirty from lurking in the store all day long. I helped her… Continue reading I dwell with a strangely aching heart , In that vanished abode there far apart, On that disused and forgotten road