The Isolated Epoch

I feel that I have lost something,

something important,

but I can't seem to grasp what it is.

Perhaps.

Yes, perhaps

it was the fact that running away is creating 

evidence of my sanity,

or insanity.

Futhermore.

Perhaps.

No, realistically,

I have become even more crazed than before,

watching the flashbacks of every psychotic escapade 

that extend behind me with each senseless decision taken.

It's becoming heavy as if bricks are being cemented to my feet.

I can't move.

Yet.

Then again,

Couldn't life be as riveting and exotic as any other 

magical, romantic tale that Mr. Poe could conjure?

Excuse me.

Life is not something that can be lived with mere content feelings.

Mr. Poe did realize this.

Unfortunately, I cannot see death a pendulum

Oh, I believe I just realized what I was missing:

A nice rope and a blooming tree.

The Beginnings of Solitude

Accepting the fact that words are a cure,
then silence is the disease
that has not punctured my skin.

Revealing all the things that should be left unsaid
shows the fact that living beings are cured
from the rotten silence penetrating the world.

Alas, some things should be left suppressed
to let the silence know that it exists
and can leech off of others.

Silence is the beauty of nature,
the nature within humans.
Knowing every single motion,
every single thought,
every single feeling
creates a dissatisfaction between enthusiasts.

Oh no,
Losing that warmth.

The silence that creates the atmosphere between us is what is longed for;
the unspoken words of passion and instinct is what is craved.

Suddenly,
words are not a cure but a disorder of communication.
All that is asked for is to let the anxiety be at peace
for one single moment.

Oh no,
Losing that humanity.

Enjoy the silence,
the words put into books,
the thoughts written in this poem
and the mere fact that sometimes
the best thing to do is be alone,
where no one can reach you without trying.

However, these days, I wouldn't mind the company of myself.

Oh no,
By losing the zest for companionship,
I have stumbled upon solidarity.