Sick and Tired Of Being the "Wise One"

What good is being good?

Telling people what they should,

Being the best in knowing intricacies,

When I tremble from my heart to extremities!

Helping many out of so fucked up a situation,

All but myself because of desperation,

To stay good or give in to the temptation...

Man! I need a vacation! :)

Wherever I turn, people are happy thanks to me!

Is it wrong to be enraged by this joy I see?

All have gotten what they want,

But thats something, at this time, I can't!

Talking like I'd talk,

Walking like I'd walk,

Doing as I'd do,

following my principles of woo...

All these carbon copies,

Parading proudly with their trophies,

Even the replicas all so cheap!

While all i have left are pieces to sweep!

Whats the point when even your own ex...

Asks you "What should I do next?"

The gift of mine is really a curse,

I don't thing I could have it any worse!

This isn't whining believe me you,

What am I saying? I have no clue!

Well isn't it par for the course?

At least for this blog hehe of course!!!

Just the Memories!!!

It’s been years haven’t it?

I still ain't able to quit.

The one day I can’t let go

Keeps filling my f'n heart with woe!

Hoping to turn back the clock

Maybe I should have given her door a knock

Going down memory lane...

Don’t know what! Maybe am insane!

The look on her face still fresh,

The memories green n lush.

Innocence was still there…

As we lay our hearts out bare!

Time has flown by now, left me baffled,

But I can’t stop thinking of how she had me dazzled!

And how I let it all go in a sec,

N now on her radar I’m a speck.

My names become a story, daresay a legend

But I don’t like something about that story "the end"

Still remember the cold days, the cross,

Still remember walking there with her across!

Still remember the hour long pep talk,

Just to give me the courage to talk!

Sounds like a story, a movie maybe…

Wish not! If things could just be!

Remember the hours I watched her like a stalker,

And just didn’t have the courage to talk to her.

And then that day she finally said “Yes”

The ecstasy, the thrill, no more distress!

The few months, the kiss, the held hands,

Seem now to be spun from potter’s wand!

Because it all seems so surreal, a kind of haze,

But no matter what, I still treasure those days!

She’s the reason I fell in love with black,

She looked beautiful in it, for it she had a knack!

Every time I saw her laugh, every time we had a meet,

My frikkin heart would miss a beat!

Oh well now it’s just a well kept secret

In ma fucked up like another regret

Her life’s well, in stone its set

The memories are there for me to fret

The memories are all I have left,

She’s gone, ill call it a theft!

But it’s only I that I can blame,

Maybe I was too young for this game!

Hers another poem that I bleed,

Like all the others she could never read!

Though for her, like crazy I crave

She’s just a memory ill carry to ma grave!