BROKEN SHIELDS

I need someone to talk to

Not you, someone less attached 

I don't know what I want to talk about 

But I know I'm not well 

Happy? Far from it 

I can't feel 

Just hate and anger 

Irritation and annoyance

I need you 

Not you 

Someone else 

I want joy 

Laughter and fun 

I need privacy

Independence and a tit bit of confidence

I have forgotten how to love

Share in the art of patience 

Nothing nothing nothing

Feels like my insides have been bleached 

I need you 

SANCTIONED IGNORANCE

 What irks you? For me it's the very little things.The loud lady talking to her mum on the phone in the train.The guy who slurps on his coffee at Starbucks.The couple who live upstairs and seem to have a life obligation of bickering at 3 am on a Sunday night.That one 'supposed' friend or family member that always finds a way to point out ones imperfections.There are so many things!The list goes on and on.But what throws my lid off the most is that one personality which happens to be half a billion people around the world that do not care. That one person that breathes without living. Passionless, ungrateful, proud, arrogant, confused and uncaring... It isn't too difficult to find a purpose to live. Just do it! LOL the irony. How many lawsuits have Nike gotten themselves in for not caring about the environment? Working conditions? Sweat shops? That's my point! We do not care who or what gets hurt all we want are glow in the dark yoga pants and the newest Roshes!

DISAPPOINTMENTS

    We happen to live in a world where love is confused for physical attraction. Where peace is gotten through wars. Where modesty is confused for not being cool. Where being religious Is translated into extremism; (I do not believe in such a word when it is linked to religion. One either believes and has faith in the existence of a superior being that is simply greater than the human understanding or strays from the path). Where being polite and nice passes for being cheap and attention seeking. I have missed the days where the neighbours were family; where chatting up someone was delightful. I have missed the days when a smile meant a whole lot.