im a pacifist with a magnum
with no life to call my own
im pretty brainless
not like anyone would bother
im afraid of girls
cause they're too beautiful
and the links are at the bottom
define me.
the name is FarisBydawi
always below 19
i,
bang the drums,slaps the bass and destroy guitars misplaced memories.
Blood is bright.my eyes reddened when i saw those marks.neither dream nor destroy,that shall be my triumph and ultimately,my tragedy.the fear of ideas is being replaced by a sensation of utter comfort.as quoted by the famous V,"ideas are bulletproof."mines gone to waste.i lie with deliberate negligence.it is business but not as usual.and i meant loving someone.i believed that i have perform my tasks to my fullest of capabilities.it behooves one,on such occasions,to illuminate the character of the departed for those listening.but the departed got other ideas.and i was being used.i see things as they are,as they were and as they will be.but you are the things im not,and were not,and never will be.some words in my head spoke,some stayed silent.like the fateful monday.but we dont need to recount every sermon and eulogy.afterall,you were there.im not telling,because it hurts me.you may have forgotten,in the waking hours,what i felt that day.words make sense of everything.from the sweetest to sour ones.it gives you peace.it gives you meaning.we should be able to wake up by 20 years old.or 20 years young.A is for android.im becoming one sooner or later.i need forgetting lessons.i'll probably flunk it when it comes to chapter love.i saw the best of times when im scrubbing my room of memories,I don’t regret them,but ive saddened myself.and just when you avoid it,it would take you back,at a comfortable pace,at their terrible leisure.i take blame rather readily.its a saleable skill if the buyer’s a bully.or an opportunist.i promised her that I’ll remember.because that’s all I could.i turn my head,and you may go where you want.i turn it again,and you stay there till you rot.i have no face,but I live and die by my crooked teeth.thats who I am to you.im your key.i always unlock your happiness.or at least try to.a defiance of natural laws,announcing a disobedience of moral values.love the elders.they are more knowledgeable.i was like a groom when I saw your mom.full of excitement glorying in the unknown future rushing to greet.to obey.to respect.now,I shall face the music.without a dance partner,not even with my dancing shoes,I shall tango through this.with love,with tenderness,with inexpressible sorrow,I told the heavens to whelm my fears.and for that I was exiled,as if my grief weren’t bad enough.the sawdust taste of futility.eleven hour days will kill me one day.the world healed itself right before my very eyes.such a random post,and I am sleepy,I shall dream,maybe of you,maybe of desire,and I shall wake up,knowing its going to be the same,all over again.hello you.hold on,and do the right things today.now go figure.
