Life's Little Lamentation

i am insecure as mistakable as grey colored stones i stand alone now on a lonesome peak i have conquered half the world and isolation have me thrilled i am insecure and i shall remain so for i dissect the truth and lies are all i am left.

I was once long to see a fair maiden in she my heart abides every single minutes are a precious to check of her constrains She will sing her lovely duet songs alone, in her lovely house every time I glances at her my heart does a goldfish leap! I was once long to be with she when she cries, it is my crisis near the time when she throw up yesterday's salad and steak I was once long seen a fair maiden in my heart her features impress she folds my heart into a heart It looks better that way, she says.

Has she a summer sun long shield thee? suns doth concern a higher helm of healing heed not the silver sparkling half-true accessories nor the bright burning seas of golden blight neccessary and forlorn fields of fine false feathers mourn the cold chilling death of one true whither a forgotten a nether world knows no greed for suns doth concern a host of greater needs not the unwavering union of undulating usurpations nor the shrill shimmering cry of man-folk's delegations enlightening eden's best kept beasts and foolish deeds empowering her wish with enterprising self belief p/s - i want to do something like the chun sonnet style, but anything beyond the basic is apparently too much for me to handle. Can't seem to make the last two lines tab out.

the hour stood but few moving molecules the feeble footsteps pattering incessantly the songs whined the notes of ridicules the machine chattered profusedly the hour crawled and stood alternately the feeble footsteps had since left the heart floundered restlessly the songs toiled on with lyrics theft-ed the hour no longer stood but crawled the lights never flickered as wished the drones were out and birds chirped the curling lips' muscles mostly twitched the hour was about to reach an effing end the singing stopped before that serene end the mutterings were long since un-uttered the hour It stood and died;- It chimed

The more I give it a thought sometimes, the more I hesitate. the more it becomes naturally dispensable and I are forced to dispose of it. sometimes it is just better to sit back, and hope everything in life works the same way as how things work in arcades - where a punch of a button "up there" means A, and a punch elsewhere means B. There is nothing better and more enjoyable sometimes to feel the exhilarating feeling of rushing random posts, when the boss is firing away at my back, my colleagues typing away, and my mug is never filled. And long pauses in between where I need to make a supersonic tab-out when she comes around to check and tab-in again Only the thoughts of the person I love accompany me, hold me through all the nonsense, and when I finally make it to the end of the day, I thank God that tomorrow holds the exact same thing for me. How lovely is life indeed. I am not even allowed a moment's thought in typing this for even if it's just once, they think you