The Game of SilenceI played the game, alone.The Game of Silence by ~willyamPax
I talk to the air,
Imagining a friend who isn't there.
My brain’s dual thinking.
- Checkmate -
Personification in strike
Persona’s colliding stake
- Stalemate -
Hello there my stuffed friend
Looks like we are a matched.
Encased in the four corners of our walls.
You know I feel restless looking at your frozen face.
Playing with stillness is a hollowed void.
Engross with my ever changing fantasy.
Choosing to ignore reality.
A sad case of my mortality.
- Workmate -
Music patched the necessary unattached realm.
Stories powered the desires to dream the unchallenged dream.
Life is a walking daydream.
- Lostmate -
There are those would think I am coward
And then I box myself not to move forward.
I fear what lurks behind someone’s soul,
Fearing I am not worthy of my own coal.
A charade of personas, hiding.
Tilting the crowd as if I am never there, post acting.
~ Candles of Shame ~~ Candles of Shame ~ by ~willyamPax
I cry because I needed to be
to release something in me.
Every tear brings moist to my dried lands.
For I, a mere man
seems so damage, yet so normal
or perhaps just fragile, easily breakable
and sometimes emotionally unstable.
You laugh because it’s fun,
Looking on a dreaded face
saying such a waste
then disregarded for my bitter taste.
I smiled an emptied smile
I laughed a pretend laugh
That’s my response to your jokes
As if it didn’t hurt
For I don’t want to upset you with my unpleasant retort
In time I learned to tolerate the vicious screams of my thoughts
Then mold them into candles
Hold them near, embracing it as part of my soul
And burn each shameful experienced into smokes
Now wrap with melted wax
Relax in this shell I created
a prisoner of my own doing
It’s ok, I am fine
I am strong enough to accept
enough will to intercept
the flooding negativity
with my passive cry for unity
and through my spacious heart,
the pain is b
Questionable MentalityTo think or just blink - something click, then linkQuestionable Mentality by ~willyamPax
a pink fluid runs in the sink, it stink of raw ink.
I did a sharp clink
and I laugh like a lunatic.
The stinging click makes my brain tic
then someone wink, I panic.
Horror runs in terror deep in my fatty exterior
my heart roars its pounding beat as I roam in fast feat.
I struggle for self-control calling all my self-patrol.
Holding my reality intact in which for now, I lack.
Insanity pulls my multiple personality
~ Questionable mentality ~
Shake, shake rapidly
now I dance stupidly.
All attention now is in me, then I ran horridly.
Someone pinned me, I scream endlessly.
Something pierce my skin
a sharp quick pain
a fluid sips through my veins.
Rushing calming every stiff muscles, once more I leap.
Then my heart stops its bouncing beat
my craziness slips into a silent sleep!
a shout remains a whispherMy mind shouts its righta shout remains a whispher by ~willyamPax
But then my voice remains a silent whisper
My heart screams its plea
But then my mind just rationalize the heart’s plea
Turning out to be just nothing
For knowing what is right from wrong
Depends on the society’s concept
I just hope that sometimes society would just not bother me
- and leave me alone -
But that’s not the case, we always care
We bother one another
Some people steps on someone’s busines