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Switch

Published May 30, 2017 by OSHYN

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I am on and off

I wonder if I were to be which part of the switch will I be proud to be

The on

Or the off

I mean when you’re off you are ease, rest assured that you’re saving so much energy

Rest assured that you’re only important when the darkness catches up with people

But when you’re on

You become some irritating sometimes

You waste so much energy

You exhaust yourself in simple things

You try so much to impress

You want to be seen for brightening up everyone’s life

 

Honestly wish I can turn myself off right now

As I turn of the light

WISHING MYSELF A PEACEFUL NIGHT

For only when I lay hot head on my pillow and close my eyes

A lot of energy gets saved up

 

Miss-take

Published September 12, 2016 by OSHYN

My precept on an underlying indulegence

Preheats my diaphragm

Holding onto my breath

And arguing the anguishes of my level of depth

Placing my hands above my head

Anticipating the decree of my proluding pride

My heart gasping with heavy beatings

Engulfing the heavy flow of my crimson blood

And hauling emotions and thoughts to meet at a centre stage where I must either miss or take this opportunity that tomorrow will be covered with a flux of tears and fears

One that will be titled a mistake.

One that will be derived from melancholic speeches of “I wish I didnt”, “I hate myself”, “I’m the worst person ever”

All those that resort to the blame game

Because I am Miss Take

And I make mistakes

On what I miss and take

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dreamer

Published August 5, 2016 by OSHYN

At the end of the day we rest assured of the promised land.

The greatest place ever in history to visualise the future for us.

The greatest place ever in history to torment us emotionally and bring the excitement and frustration about the future.

We sleep anyway.

Dream anyhow.

For this life is an ever changing season

Thoughts

Published June 16, 2016 by OSHYN

I’m still searching for a place to call my own

A heart I cannot disown

A lover I cannot renounce

I’m still searching for a place to call my own

A pride

I can be proud of me

A smile

I can turn to when I cry

A slap on the face

When I’m overwhelmed with joy

I’m still searching…

Searching and searching

Searching for a place to call my very own.

A place where I can be free

A place where I can be me without question of fault, moral or society’s selection of whats wrong and whats right.

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