Bound Now, Free Tomorrow.

Exams have taken over my life,

6 papers is do-able?

Studying and exams,

The best way I can describe this is,

The feeling of knowing something without knowing anything at all.

Don't we all wish we had photographic memories?

You know what?

I know the first thing I wanna do after exams,

I wanna shoot some arrows,

I wanna drown my self in demented movies,

I wanna read books and novels.

Soon, soon.

While I'm still my own person and unowned,

Free and unbound.

Just Something About My Path.

The path I favour has once again been opened.

First it was a western based education,

Then it was Psychology,

More specifically Criminal Psych.

I was discouraged,

But it would seem that the odds now favour me.

Well if I graduate.

In Another Universe.

I am on a road,

Where am I?

Panic does not come,

I know this place.

Everything looks the same,

Rows and rows of houses,

It doesn't look like it'll end.

I am with someone,

Friend? Strangers?

I can't recall,

Just people with blank faces. 

They ask me,

Do you know how to leave this place?

I say it's simple,

Just head towards that tall building.

I see a tall building now,

There is only one tall building.

A building made from mirrors,

A building made from the sky.

That is where the exit is,

And I know the way.

Wait....

I do?

I lead with confidence,

Beyond each turn taken is the same view,

Yet I know where I am headed.

How is that possible?

I get closer,

Then further,

I am still so sure.

I am in a dark hallway,

I don't know where I am,

Where were the ones who were with me?

I am alone,

I am lost,

I am far from where I need to be.

It gets darker.

I am awake,

The story has ended,

It was a dream.

But it has me thinking,

Am I alone?

Am I lost?

Am I far from where I should be?

Something I Hate.

I despise helping people who I don't think deserve it.

Not all the time,

Just mainly studies.

I run on a simple concept,

If you won't spend time listening or attending class then it's your own fault for not knowing.

Don't ask me for my notes.

I really hate it.

But I have no choice but to give it,

Cause I don't want to be mean,

Nor do I want to be treated the same way,

Because I sorta do it too.

But I don't photocopy people's notes,

I simply ask what I don't know.

Fucking study it yourself!

I came to class and listened,

I gave my time up,

What did you do?

Fuck this man!

I don't want to share because what I have is all I have to be better.

I hate that I'm like this but I hate freeloaders more.

The anger builds in me until I feel like throwing up.

But I won't say no.

I mean how can I?

P.s - Secretly, what I really hate is the fact that I work so hard yet I still can't perform and for someone who gives half or no effort to freeload off of me and score better is just detestable. I simply resent the thought of it. I really feel like punching someones' lights out.

What You Do To Me.

There is a knock on my window,
You've come again my love,
Like many times before,
I am drawn to you,
I know better but I am still a fool.

Acknowledging you is like being shot,
Okay, that's a lie,
I don't know what it's like to be shot,
So I'll say it feels like the impact of a fall.
The moment your body hits the ground and your spirit is knocked out of you,
But that doesn't quiet describe the feeling does it?

I rewind the music box that plays our tale,
Such beauty,
Such happiness,
Such passion.
It was not love,
I hadn't known then.

I let you in as I always do,
And I smile.
Why have you returned my love?
You returned a smile tinged with mischief,
I've come to stab your heart again my dear.

You're halfway in,
I put a hand on your chest,
As if a final test.
Nothing,
You have no heart for me.

Enough,
I stop you from coming any further.
You look at me,
Confused and surprised.
Confused by the fact that I could say no,
Surprised by the fact that I pushed you out of the window.

I see you fall,
And it is a long fall.
I do not see where you land,
But I can hear the thud.
I do not expect you to come back soon,
I hope you don't at all.
Nor forgive me for what I had done,
I'm sorry for not being sorry.

For a moment I am triumphant,
For a moment I can breathe again,
Then I realise,
There is pain.
I now see an arrow,
Wedged in between my chest.
It's hit my heart,
I know it has,
It is mine after all.

I can't pull it out,
I can't push it through,
It's stuck,
Right in my heart.
Looking at it,
I noticed this weapon is different from the ones before.

I begin to laugh and cry,
How cruel of you to remind me in such a way,
For a knife would require you to come close,
An arrow on the other hand,
Can be shot from far away.

Will I never be free of you?