Positively Yours: The Diaries of a Pessimist

The wind flows subtly through my hair. Memories long dead speak from the grave. The night feels yet so young. The shoulders of companions still hold so strong In their solace shall i confess to all the sins All that i have loved and lost Shall I lose it once again..? Forever shall I be haunted by the ghosts Of a past which was not to pass Of deeds and actions which had not to last. Burn their reminiscences shall this night. Or i shall burn in this plight Still i seek her touch,her smile To pursue this dream, i shall go many a mile No, i have not forgotten you In my deepest corners, you still reside Your memories haunt me from a land afar The untold experiences tear at my heart. For my mouth is shut but my heart still bleeds. The wounds are fresh though time has had its treat. My victory lies in this defeat For your presence shall my heart cry loud. Forever and for always till He take the word from my mouth My princess, no. i have not forgotten you This pauper s...

A wisp of smoke, A grain of dust, He came and he spoke, To nothigness thence did he dissapear. He lived, He rode, He laughed and spread a cheer. Yet his parting craved to draw a reminse of a tear. This he sees, This he feels, To oblivion shall be his parting This he very well knows. He laughs, He still spreads the cheer. For him the world shrinks to every soul he holds dear. Yet one day he will be gone, From the world of men To the golden throne. Thither shall his fate lie Thither shall he shed his tears. To the unwitting eye, He spreads naught but a cheer.

Tumultous is the past, Even more so the future. The road behind seems a lit, Which till yesterday was dark. The road ahead, the one I tred; Looks lonely, looks starved. Whence have I come, Why this path I take Why do they seems so bleak These decisions that I now make? Yesterday, I remember like the rising sun My heart filled with trepidition My time was come. Yet now as I look back, The memories start to fade. All that remains is a hazy shore And the path that I must take And the decisions I must make.

I walk into a bar unseen, Strange faces with words unknown Chatter endlessly with a possessed passion. And I listen as I fill my jar to the brim. Their incessant words fill my head And images form inside my mind. The jar falls from its wooden stead. As the visions ensnare me in a deathly bind. I find myself in a land so foul It has no sky or land or life. Yet I see myself before my eyes, A hideous monster, a defeated ghoul. If this is me, the who am I? I hear the clank, The Jar breaks at my feet. I wake up, trembling. Clasping at my wooden seat. And as I stare at the empty bar, I know now, what I had known all along. Those were my demons. Indeed that was me.

Walking down this lonely road With me and me lonesomeness Remembering a similar song Of a Man haunted by his loneliness. A sea of humanity passes by Yet it seems I forget to see All but this boulevard ahead All but the shattered dreams and a shattered me. All I see is a shadow beside me Telling me of things I should have been Weighing down on my burdened soul The names of dreams I could have seen. I counsel the wary heart I pacify the fading soul For past the storms we must wade 'Ere we reach our goal. And thus I continue to walk. Along the boulevard. All of me and my shattered dreams. And my shadow walking beside me. P.S. : This is not an attempt of plagiarizing :). I have merely used the song as an inspiration around which to crystallize my thoughts.

Dream a little dream for me Among the stars make me roam. Walk a little walk for me Little child take me home. Break a little smile for me For I may see the heavens shine. Extend your little hand to me So your happiness may also be mine. Dance a little dance with me So I may forget my sorrow. Sing a little song to me So I may hope for tomorrow. Run about little child Extend your hand to the sky. May peace be with you forever Even if it could not be mine.

Sit back and relax all, For a tale is to be told 'Tis not a story of bravery Nor a yarn spun of the faries' gold. Listen ye all to the tale of a child Long since lost in the sands of time. He was no hero nor a shining knight, Nor was he man of Godly might. He lived his life with tad of shame For he knew his life would forever be tough Yet he smiled and walked the miles For his heart was made of sturdy stuff. He tried and tried for a chance in the sun And he failed and failed for it was hard to be won And yet he fought, heart and all and all in all. For he was not to be walked lightly upon. He was but a man like you and me. He was the man we are but do not see. He was a man fueled by dreams And baked in the sea of reality. Tough he lived a valiant life. His tale was forgotten in the sands of time. For he was no hero nor a shining knight, Nor was he man of Godly might.

A dream I dreamt, One I meant to see. A dream it was A dream 'twas meant to be. Your hands in mine, A glimmer of destiny, A flutter of peace A cottage by the sea. A dream I dreamt, One I meant to see, A dream it was A dream 'twas meant to be. As I snuggled into your lap The smoke billows out of our chimmney And as the sun sets in the west, Sends golden ribbons over our abode by the sea. A dream I dreamt, One only I could see, Only a dream it remained A dream that was never meant to be.

I hear them. I hear them when I have closed my eyes. I hear them when I am still awake. I hear them every single night. These noises follow me where ever I go. The ghosts of my past. The sins of the days to come. They haunt my consciousness They burn the very depths of my soul. I close my ears. I hear them. I bar the doors. I hear them. I do nothing. I still hear them. They show me images. Of what I have done Of what I haven’t Of what I could become Of what I couldn’t. I run away from them. But I can’t hide. They always find me They always force me. They force me to confront them. One of these days, I think. I’ll face them I say. I’ll be brave Tell them to go away. But then they whisper And I hear them again. 

I walked and I walked I walked all the day. I talked and I talked I talked along the way. With no one by my side I walked the distance alone. My eyes scanning the horizon Of this desolate bay. Five days I have walked this shore Or has it been five years? My legs grow tired, my eyes go sore. Of which path leads where, I know not anymore. I remember the day my ship drowned. The sea was rough and the weather had groaned But I was a merry sailor with wishes Of seeing nature dethroned. The sea claimed my ship And everything I owned. Now I sit here, reminiscing, Weary eyed and weary boned. Its been a long time here I need to leave But my soul grows weary. I need to sleep. I do not know which path to take Which to discard, which to keep. But I am tired now And I can't go on. And I need to rest It's been so long. I close my eyes And let the night take me. Maybe I will find a way Tomorrow.