Blog Entries from suhailp

  1. Luminous Stone

    I'm losing focus, I need to concentrate- take a moment to contemplate, lean back and smile, listen to the words that pour from her mouth. I can't look her in the eyes in case she can see through me, because I'm crumbling underneath, through my eyes she can see, a devious man, im not what I say I am...I am nothing but empty words, comforting fabrications you see? That make you weak at the knees, caught in this web of deceit. You think I'm everything you've ever dreamed of, but...
  2. Falling

    Time...is creeping along, and I can feel myself sinking. Falling deeper, slowly submerging into the stillness of the cold night air, the silence of this lifeless room. Engulfing me...Consuming my thoughts, Devouring my dreams, night by night. Every moment, each instance seems to slip through my fingers as the sands of time trickle through- Grain by grain, second by second, Falling into the past, Descending far down below, until there is nothing left, but forgotten memories....
  3. Nothing and Everything

    You want to say something good, you want me to write something enthralling, captivating... ...but I want to write something because...I need to know, I need to show myself... my thoughts... Touch them, grasp them... know them like cold hard things, that are measured and bound, calculated, tabulated... answered by fingers on a hand. But I can't quite grasp them, I can't clasp onto it... these deep blue swelling tides, bubbling, unfurling,,, it is... what this is...I feel,,,nothing...I...
  4. Hallowed halls

    I thought this time it would be differrent, but I lay here alone, once again, I don't quite know, I can't quite place it. So I put paper to pen, my only two friends. From my thoughts, I must be rescued, and so I return to you, my last refuge. I have forsaken your hallowed halls for many moons now, but once again I must turn to you now, to show me how- My only guide to help me through- my only light to reveal the truth, and quell those thoughts that go astray, I hope I can see and find my...
  5. Only for the Night (short story/poem)

    *** ONLY FOR THE NIGHT Another day creeps up on me. I awake to the gentle sounds that loft up from far below, soaring high up into these stone built canopies, to here besides me where rests a stranger. Her face appears from the darkness, as the light surrounds her, Seeping through the curtains, flooding the room in a warm orange hue. Whisperings of life echo from the garden, and soon the day shall begin anew. Here I lay here awake, falling into that deep abyss from whence I cannot escape. I...
  6. Pertaining to the narcissistic tendencies of writers

    How many are more concerned with their own writing, how it may be perceived by others? Do a majority of us truly come here to gain insight into writing? Or merely to share our creations? Stroke our ever inflating ego's? Perhaps even pertain to some ideal that perhaps we are intelligent, and seek confirmation of this fact? Listen, I'm not trying to get all preachy on y'all, because even I admittedly don't take enough interest in other peoples work, and have those narcissistic qualities...
  7. Embers (poem)

    In those glowing embers, that fading crimson hue, these remenants that remain, those moments of time ingrained in my mind, in between the fickering shadows, that decietful darkness, where these pictures unfurl in the quiet stillness, the ashes of my soul, those dreams once told, now mere echoes that unfold, in quiet whispers spoken inside, These days of silent reflection, meditation, now I abstain, remain in darkness, turn away and sink far below here alone I wait, here where none can...
  8. Wanderer on a Breeze (Poem)

    Inspired by this song (its lovely) [URL]http://grooveshark.com/#!/s/Dragonfly+Across+An+Ancient+Sky/3gHsvN?src=5[/URL] Like broken lines and shattered bones, empty remnants of what was once a timid callow creature grown, roaming the tall willow tree's, between yellow and green waxy leaves from whence he grew above the scarlet red prickly yew that adorns the forest floor. A shimmering silver web pours forth from these spindly hind legs, where here he lays patiently for many moons, till soon the time...
  9. Once More and Do you Know? (Poems)

    Hey guys, been writing on my lonesome for a while now, and havnt been showing it to anyone. The reason for this is I thought I'd take a little more time to hone my craft, but obviously my inquisitive nature has brought me back here, for I would like to know what you guys, namely, me peers that is, think of some stuff I've been writing recently. While I'm not looking for a critique, I would like to know what you think they mean, and whether you like them or not. Thanks in advance, I hope you...
  10. here i am

    Lives of decadence and extravagance, wasting time, yet they claim precedence. My mind withering away when the sun hides his weary face. So many eons yet to come, to be surveyed by its eternal gaze. Moments merging into one another, melting into the great expanse, but a glimmer in the waters surface. an infintesimal slice of everything that is, all that will ever be. Connected and intertwined by these shackles, in that binding chain of moments, undulating here, attenuated by these walls,...
  11. am I something?

    Pouring through the window panes, the light that doth eb and flow into caloused hands, across that deep emptiness; uncomprehendable vastness; Secrets of moments past hidden inside an effulgent glow. That long lost empty stretch of time; witnessed and comprehended, the winding path lays behind me; unfurls and bends before me; Into shadowed silluoettes in the distance. They call out through the emptiness, its enchanting melody, telling me of that great mystery. Inventions, fabrications,...
  12. Only for the Night

    I spot her across the room, she looks at me and i know, this game she thinks we're playing, all those subtle signs she keeps conveying, but I know... I see her ways, those ways that women think they have control; but into their dreams I have seen once many moons ago, when foolishly I tried to take a mere slice of my own, but plundered far down below, into darkened recesses of my soul, where the desires of men lay hidden; and then bidden unto me, was a false smile to hide what lays beneath;...
  13. simply be

    Sitting here yet again, this nightly respite for the dissolute, where one stares at the bare walls, trying to think of nothing; and clear the mind of knowing; of those hollow dreams that fade away into the silence of the night. What am I still doing here, awake at such a late hour? Thinking away these lowly nights in wakeful slumber, my thoughts seem to come alive in the silver glow of the emanating moonlight, in the flickering of those enchanting eyes that caste their light down below,...
  14. cave of forgotten dreams

    wandering this lonesome cannopy, he senses that the night sky is enraged, and within it swells the fury of the thunder and rain, that doth pour upon the young tender earth. By fortune he stumbles upon a foreboding cave, begins to spark that mystery of flame and within its twisted walls of stone that eb and flow like the gentle waves of a glistening lake; he see's shadows and reflections of the day, the beasts that prance and play in sweeping green seas, gracefull birds who perch in the tall...
  15. new year

    another chapter draws to an end, another year wasted and forgotten, it seems that callow dreams only grow into sorrow, and that many live lives of quiet desperation, in hope of salvation, seeking emancipation from these hands that tie me, in my mind i cannot escape, the call of procreation, but my inhibitons, they restrict me, and conflict in me, my mind lost in these sweltering thoughts, creeping through they hide amongst cracks of the wall, seeping through i see them fall, taking me to...
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