Post 100.

Well, I feel like this blog has done its work (for those of you who know what I'm talking about). It is time for me to start something new. And to do that, this blog will have to retire. I'll just use this blog as a "notebook" of my past poems. So I guess this is farewell, blogger. Thank you for all you've done :).

Anyways, I have recently joined tumblr and decided to make a blog for something totally new. It'll most likely take me a while to decide what to do with it, but hopefully it turns out to be as beneficial and worth my time as this blog has. For those of you interested: www.shabmash.tumblr.com. :)

Roar.
Shab :)

My Lack of Posts.

I'm currently working on a novel, which is why you might have noticed me not posting anything recently. Life has been really well for me in the last three months and one day :). For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about, I am particularly talking about one specific person who has changed my world and continues to do so (in new and wonderful ways) :). Well, hope this novel actually gets finished, unlike the other three(?) I have started, but will remain undone :P.

We.

We walk

among people with blank stares,

no emotions visible,

no coloration in their faces.

Then again,

they may just be ghosts.

We talk

without realizing who is hearing our conversation,

no notion of what is being absorbed,

no realization of what people are thinking.

Then again,

we don't care.

We live

in places that people only dream of,

no gratefulness of what we really have,

no starvation, no violence.

Then again,

who said we were really alive after all?

For Whatever Reasons.

Don't linger on the past.
Move on, live happier, make a difference.

Make mistakes, take risks, party harder.

But never forget who you are.
Live how you want to live.
Don't let anyone live your life for you.
And be proud of who you are.
For whatever reasons.

Simple.

Simple.

I worry.
Its who I am.
Who I always was.
No changing me.
Not because its not possible.
Simply because
I don't want to change.

I do what I want.
I date who I want.
What you say isn't going to change that.
How you act now because I'm with him is quite sad.
I guess you don't take change well.
Simply because
You can't accept change.

I live how I want.
I like who I am.
Scratch that.
I love who I am.
I really do.
Simply because
I don't let anyone live my life.

I believe what I want.
Nothing you say will change that.
I have my own opinions.
My own feelings about events and people.
So deal with it.
Simply because
You have no choice but to.

I am human.
Obviously.
I make mistakes.
I do things that you may not approve of.
And I don't regret any of them.
Simply because
I learn from my mistakes.

I am and always will be me.
And my list can go on and on.
I am this.
I am that.
So what's my point?
Simple.
You aren't me, so thank (the metaphorical) god for that.
_____Because one of me is enough.

Empty.

I know I am smart,
But I'm definitely not perfect.

Lightening on the brightest day.
Its my darkest hour.

You wonder how I stay so happy.
I accept pain, darkness, and this emptiness.

Colliding into a concrete wall.
Jaw broken, heart shattered.
Clinging to all that I have left, not much.

Living on life's delicate showers.
The very ones that drowned me deep.

Till' lights dimmed and the water cooled.
Daylight broke the silent chills, the moonlight cried to sleep.

The very ones that choked me.
Killed me. Used me.
The very ones that leave me.

Empty.

Weeds.

Love fails every time.
But hate lives past all bright days,
It survives, like weeds and even stronger.

My heart, fonder.
Killing everything I am,
Everything I could be.

Drowns me in the darkest sorrows,
until morning due...
no longer follows.