Monday, December 15, 2008

Memoirs of Monique Part-5

Last Words

where does my heart belong?
Where did it all go wrong?
My soul is now broken,
Without anywords being spoken.
My mind is driving me insane,
I can't handle the pain.
Let it stop, before it lets me drop.
Drop into death, thats all i have to say with my last breath.

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My heart is a piece of broken glass. Each time it beats the glass cuts. Deeper and deeper. I’m bleeding to live on.

Dying inside-

All I feel is ice running through my empty nearly lifeless body.
Slowly freezing my veins, killing me from inside.
More and more, day by day.

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Now it’s goodbye, this is the End.
My time is now fully spent.
I am going to my grave,
That is my final save.
By the time you have this read, I’ll be already dead.
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Quotes:

>"A joker is not needed when you got the full deck of cards".
>"The day that I got to know the need of Love in my Life, was the day I started feeling that I'm Alone".

>"If you ignore your drawbacks, world won't think twice to show you the Mirror".

>"Winds of change will always take you in full circle. What has parted now from your ways will cross you again once more in the future, only if you choose to move on ahead with the time".

>"We the travellers of love, will meet soon again, as we walk towards our respective destination".

>All the answers you seek are within you, Just ask the right questions.

> They say they got reasons to live or die, but i got none for the aspects in life.

> It’s a funny thing about coming home, looks the same, smells the same, feels the same; you realize what’s changed is you.
> You can be as mad as a mad dog at the way things went. You can swear and curse the fates; but in the end, you have to let go.
> Everyone feels different about themselves one way or another, but we all goin' the same way.
> Our lives are defined by opportunities, even the ones we miss.
> I was thinking how nothing lasts, and what a shame that is. But again I knew some things do last.
> Nobody sees the obvious, nobody observes the ordinary. There are more miracles in a square yard of earth than in all the fables of the Epics and Legends

> What do I need to be Me?
To be acknowledged for who and what I am, no more, no less. Not for acclaim, not for approval, but, the simple truth of that recognition. This has been the elemental drive of my existence, and it must be achieved, if I am to live or die with dignity.