cycling curses

once i thought it would be a great symbol,
good one to keep and have with wherever you would be.
no matter how simple, or how elegant it would be.
to wear it would mean a life, an overwhelming joy.
but then not all are blessed with that life nor joy.
a redundant fluctuation of what has been started,
a ghost in life that fills me curses and damnation.
and snaps me again and again, and again.


 "ring"

oblivion

there are thoughts sought to be undying.
notes in mind brought out to be soothing.
they are, and they will always be hanging.
sighs in life, breathes for the emotional being.
signs to prove, i still kept a valuable realm.
or the so-called bond was still existing.
 well, is it that convincing? most probably not,
even for an inch. it will take a lifetime to prove something.
a lifetime to make a heart mending. lifetime to adjust the heartstrings.
a forever to make you back on these arms.