the greatest whinery this side of cyberia

Jealousy. Like a double headed spear with barbed tips, it is thrown at the heart; Unerring in aim, true to its target, it strikes fast and deep within. Double-headed, as the thrown spear cuts into the heart of the thrower as well, Cutting, stabbing, severing flesh both way. Pain intense, courses through the body; Thoughts petrified, imprisons both parties. Tug of war between parties ensue, as each tries to pry lose from the cruel barbs Every move a reason for blood, every jerk causing a tear in mutual hearts.

my angel. Like rose tinged pools of waters saccharine sweet, like efferverscence of champagne in a crystal flute, like chimes of a million bells in perfect unison, like brilliance of billion stars against a jet black sky. Whirling, twirling, a figure of perfect grace Always on my mind, dancing an endless dance Smiling, beguiling, crimson angel with smoldering eyes Always on my mind, smiling her sweet gentle smile. Beauty abound, from anterior to posterior, Sweetness wells up, from interior to exterior. Wrapped up in mystery, an intriguing enigma to most Who knew the great wonder this sweet enigma host?

Bliss. Joy so sublime, it transcends form or dimensions Joy so complete, it does away with all need for compliments Joy so satisfying, it leaves one with no wants Joy so profound, it stays away from comprehension Joy so vast, it engulfs all from within and without Joy so infectious, it brings light to night and dispels all gloom Utter joy, utter happiness, utterly lost in its creamy swirl.

Sorrow. The taste of sweetness, tinged by the sting of wrongness. The feeling of rightness, set in the likeness of the unlikely. Absolute nothingness, giving birth to utter wonder. To hold in your arms utter sweetness, and to crush it with unwitting strength. Loss, incurred by folly, incensed by blind words, fueled by insensitivity, cemented in finality. Loss, utterly, regrettably, unwillingly, unbearably suffered, an ugly scar left on the sensibilities Every intent of goodwill stung, every act of love a cut; Every word of love a blow, every expression a gut wrenching stab Gangrenous pain, oozing out from half healed wounds, Crusted pride, peeled away to expose strangled yearnings. Spiraling, twisting, churning in trouble, caught in a swirl that goes round and round To hurt and be hurt, because of the hurting, all in love A bleeding rose clasped in crushed fingers, a tattered heart held in whiplashed arms Blood mingled with tears, painting the world a forlorn red. Agony. To know, yet u...

I miss, I cannot forget for a single second. I fear, I wait all day for confirmation. Life comes to a jarring halt, as all is left in awaiting. Silence broken by aching heart, pining topped by worrying. Agony awaiting angel's return, alleviation near yet far.

pangs. Stabbed, pierced, rent to shreds; Impaled, sliced and broken down to bits Such pain, such agony, such devastation. Withdrawal entwines swiftly, stifling breathe and life Solitude rings like hammer on anvil, beating and battering life Security breached and doubt creeped in, burrowing itself under the skull, sapping the life away Hollow thoughts reverberated in a hollowed skull. hope. Cheery flame protected from the winds of time, Banked around by promises, and breathed upon by signs The flame does grow, though steady yet slow Not yet a fire, yet with promises to burn Burning light, burning bright, The tiny flame that lit up the night. Cannot wait for it to blaze high, To kill the chill, and spread its warmth I await, for the day when it blazes when the fire that burns consumes all in its way

turbulence. Throbbing, churning, thundering, yearning; Spinning, twirling, twisting and turning. Life in a mess, out of control, riding the waves of euphoric bliss Thoughts fleeing, reason leaving logic resigning, all with a sigh Emotions askew, uncontrolled and new, all splattered like paint on a canvas. Addiction, intoxication, utter loss for total gain. choice. Regretful sadness, painful heaviness, beautiful perfection, wonderful darkness. Selfless rejections, selfish acceptance, roulette of choices, spinning around. Gambling on gut feel, risking all for promises, betting on bravado, throwing caution to the wind. Unable to take losses, prepared to suffered losses, praying against losses, out of control. hapless. Stranded on a rudderless boat, afloat on a sea of bliss Unprepared for future storms, living only for the feel of the wind Without haste and seemingly unpurposed Forgetting shores, or destinations rehearsed. Afloat at the mercies of the current flow Going where the winds of ...

Joy. Where heaviness gave way to lightness, where stormy clouds gave way to clear open skies. Where there was pure palpable sadness, there is now pure intense joy. Beyond description, is the face of happiness Beyond imagination, is the beauty of forgiveness Bubbling, overflowing, gurgling like an endless spring, the outflow of emotions never to end. Oh great joy, the company of angel, great joy experienced today. Perfection. Never before had I felt such stirrings, never before do i wake to such yearnings Thoughts ever recurring, never truly leaving, plaguing my mind all day like a sweet purple haze. Lost in sweet oblivion, oblivious to all; lost in this perfection, all will to leave dissolved. As I gazed upon the angel's eyes, I felt chanced upon perfection. Perfection so gentle, it rivals any dove's; perfection so complete it sweeps me off my feet. Falling and spinning to an eternal depth I fall, Irresistably into my angel's beautiful trap. Never would I wish to leave such...

Sadness. Deep, dark and frigid cold. Shriveled, wrinkled, deprived of life. A mockery of self, a faded picture of health and a wreck adrift on the infinite abyss. To look yet not see, to eat yet not taste To touch yet not feel, to breathe yet not smell To hear yet not comprehend, to think yet not understand Every word a hatchet wound, ripping flesh with its cruel curved blade Every wound afestered anew, gangreneous filth pooling Left alone as a hulking husk, an empty shell without life, Like an arrow losing its fletches in mid-flight, knowingly flying to its destruction Like wilted lilies rotting in humid air, former fragance turn to putrid stench Like trampled roses ground to a pulp, fed upon by scavenging worm. Gormless, worthless, wretched inside Hapless, clueless, wishing for a place to hide. Endless yearnings abruptly truncated, hopes and wishes boldly carved away Slowly skinned in clinical cruelty, despair carved as words on bloody quivering flesh A bloody mess, pained beyond pai...

Aloof. Set apart, cut off, excluded from. Disjointed from the rest of the group, laid bare to shrivel to death by itself. Attrited, detached and left to die alone, in obscurity and darkness. Hapless. Kept apart, unable to, incapable to help. Feeling cut off from the fray and able only to enquire and cheer. Ineffectual, inefficient and inconsequantial. Totally unacceptable. Unaware. Stood apart, did not care, not informed about. Feeling sullen from the exclusion, yet nonchalant . Concerned yet distant; caring yet cringing. bleah.

Heart sinking like lead, throbbing like the pulse of a rabbit. Sleep denied, rest deprived, with thought centred only on one thing. Tormented thought, dragged upon the roads of time, bitten by fear and uncertainty. The mind, trampled and beaten, holds on to the thought for dear life. Prayers, muttered in silence, drowned out in solitude, repeated anew. Fear gnawed at the life line, burned at the ropes of sanity. Demon wreaked havoc at the mind, tearing reason apart with relish.

So near yet so far. Just when the gap seems breached, just when the distance seems covered, the last few inches of separation looms up like a chasm. Near, yet not there yet, neither here nor there. A cold icy wall that surrounds and cages victory. The icy claws of uncertainty that prevents the completion. Like a glass gaol, the feeling of the trapped persists. Where there seemed obstacles no more, I find myself against an icy wall. When will the ice melt and the soul freed? When would the goal be within reach? The target is certain, yet it constantly moves, constantly unexpectedly. Hesitate to make my shot, lest my lone arrow misses forever. Wretched, tortured, speared by criss crossing blades of self doubt, watching hapless as lifeblood flows. Perhaps the warmth of the blood will melt the ice. But will it melt in time, before I am bled dry?

white. Purity, clarity, hope and dreams. Like clouds in the morning, soft, pristine and gentle. Full of promise, full of vigor, bursting with possibilities. Like a blank paper, waiting to be filled, like the gentle falling of snow, covering all that is beneathe. grey. The rigours of work, the dreariness of time as it is sieved through the chores that fills the day. Stretched out infinitely like the endless roads, it twists and turns at every corner unpredictable yet unexciting. yellow. Rest, healing, the recuperation of the body. In slumber all is repaired, in slumber all is given a new dash of life and vigor pink. Excitement, delightment and all round enjoyment. Rose tinged cobbles and flower petals filled every step of the way. Infused with sweet heady fumes and bathed in the pink glow of the even sun, a wonderful respite from the dreary grey. The world seen through the glass of ice wine, warm, dreamy and intoxicating. green. Promises of life, tied to the certainty of death; hallmark...