Tag: heart

Funny how the world is so funny

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It’s funny how the world goes
People who used to be so close
Turn into such perfect strangers.

It’s funny how the world goes
Emotions that used to be so familiar
Turn into ideas so alien.

It’s funny how the world goes
A heart that used to be so whole
Turns into such unfathomable pieces.

It’s funny how the world goes
Words that used to hold meanings so sweet
Turn into such bitter reminders.

It’s funny how the world goes
That which used to make perfect sense
Turns into such absurd apprehension.

It really is funny how the world goes
Things that used to be funny
Turn into tear-inducing stimuli.


Funny how the world can be this funny while not being funny at all. I suppose that’s why insane people laugh so much. They’ve experienced how funny the funny world really can be.

So Satan Said


I will take revenge.
I will go to your humans.
I will make them mine.
I will control them.
I will enter their minds.
I will penetrate their desires and I will mould them against your wishes.
I will occupy their hearts, I will rule their minds, I will make their souls mine.
I will suck all goodness out of them.
I will hypnotise them with evil.
I will deceive them in the sweetest ways.
I will mislead them in the most trustful ways.
I will attack them, in the most pleasant ways.
I will come at them from every direction.
I will knot their necks. I will blind their hearts. I will poison their blood.
I will consume them. From above, below, behind. From the front, and both sides.
I will addict them to myself.
I will threaten them. I will frighten them. I will love them.
I will take a million forms, and each will be a facade.
I will seem to them what they need, while being the opposite.
I will become their god. I will take them from you.
I will invite them, they will respond.
I will make them mine.
I will take revenge.

For they are clay, and I am fire.
I will not prostrate to them.
For they are clay, and I am fire.

I am fire.
I am fire.
I am fire.
I am fire.
I am fire.
I am fire.

Yes. And in fire you shall burn.




Where are you, he said
Her mind echoed the question
To her Self.

Where am I, she said
Her conscience echoed the question
To her heart.

Where am I, it said
Her heart echoed the question
To her Creator.

It’s funny, she thought
How an external question
Reaches such intimate depths.

Carefully, destroy the bricks

Carefully, she placed each brick
Built the walls, fixed the gates
Locked the latch, hid the keys.

Nervously, she touched her heart
She put the keys, where they belonged
To tear her walls, you need her heart.

In her heart, below the trust
Beside her love, lies the key
You get the key, you get the rest.

Find the key, pick the latch
Open the gates, tear the walls
And destroy the carefully placed bricks.


War: the heart, the mind, the conscience

What do you do
When your heart yearns for one thing
And your brain wants another?
You listen a little bit to both.
But what do you do
When it is your heart that is in dispute
A half wants one thing
And the other wants another
Is it better to do then neither
Or is it better to mute them both
And listen to the conscience?

What do you do
When your conscience goes to war
With your heart and your mind?
You listen to the majority.
But what do you do
When you know the minority to be true
Because in fact, the heart is forever
In love with the conscience.
It is the mind, the mind it is
That tricks the heart
Into believing that
It is in quarrel with the conscience.

So what do you do, really?
You be a good human
And listen to the conscience.



She cried and cried, for no one knows how long. It was as if she was crying her soul out. It doesn’t take long for a person to cry out their pain, their heart. But crying out a soul is different. It requires a deliberate effort, to push the tears out- each with a wisp of soul in it. Until there’s no more soul left; all cried out. That is when, although tears still remain, the person becomes soulless- with no sensibility, beyond caring, beyond doing anything with intent.

So when she cried so hysterically for so long, people thought she was crying her soul out. So that she would not care anymore for whatever came her way. She knew though, she could never cry it out; not her soul. The sensibility of everything was too great to lose. Even if she lost everything, she would not give that up.

Her soul was the one thing left free still. Her mind was occupied, her heart captured. Her actions were controlled, her sight and hearing channeled. But beyond all of this, was her soul- the one thing they couldn’t get to. The one thing that would be hers for ever, until He took it back. Because it was really His. She was just given it for safe-keeping, for a mere two hours.

And she was trying to keep it safe, so she could return it as pure as it was when she got it.

They fall without a sound…

Blurring the world from my sight,
They find their way down…
Snatching away all the logic,
They fall onto the ground…
Heavy upon my heart,
They weigh nothing to those around…
Fueling my burning emotions,
They let all reason drown…
Depriving me of all my strength,
They continue to flow unbound…
Awakening the suppressed sobs,
They make my head pound…
Making the world seem distant,
They fall-my tears, without a sound…