aditi's simple thoughts (original)

Every life is a story Waiting to be written Every page turned is a memory We can look back at And as we keep flipping through this book More details appear before us In this book, every sentence is a second A record of a feeling long since gone The sentences add up Filling in the pages that are still blank Marking the time we have existed As the clock keeps ticking We do not know what the next page holds But we have Our collection from before And throughout this life The only thing we can call our own  Are those pages we keep in our mind Our pages are limited, yet our stories are untold We must make the most out of them  Because someday, when our books are completed And we are not there to read them These aging bound pages Will be all that is left of us

Anger is red Beautiful and deadly It wreaks havoc With no determined end Passion is orange All-consuming and blind It drives you forward Until the ground gives way Content is yellow Peaceful and bright It lures you in An enchanting dream Sickness is green Disgusting and vile It holds you in its death grip Fingers tightening like a noose Hope is blue Mirror of the sky It keeps you afloat Makes you soar Indigo is fear Irrational and deep It pulls you back A shadow in your mind Pride is violet Arrogance and ego It chains you to the top With silver words and golden trophies Death is black Dark and empty It counts down like a bomb An ugly truth White is life Pure and unadulterated It’s a million miracles A beautiful lie

Fear We keep it to ourselves Even as it plagues us in our slumber Even when it rises with the morning sun Anger We explode with our emotions An uncontrollable reality Of what we can become Rumination Fruitless nights spent on thoughts that collide A tendency to look At the half-empty glass And you ask why I can't sleep?

Mirror mirror Covered in blood Tell me your secrets Tell me your sins Forever changing  Illusions rearranging  All is fair in love and war And this is a bit of both Mirror mirror Hidden in smoke Tell me your secrets Tell me your sins Fractured path of silver and gold Don't make me choose which to follow Peace of mind; once a reality Now visits in the sweetest of dreams Mirror mirror On the wall Who, truly is The fairest of us all?

I walk afraid Of the future And what it holds I walked haunted By the past And the stories untold I walk timidly In the present Broken eggshells flaked with gold I walk Forevermore On this road With no end With no beginning

i have been thinking  about the pits underneath my feet i have been thinking about the clouds in the overcast sky i have been thinking about the path crumbling steadily, in a mysterious beat  i have been thinking  about the tears left to cry

        Ah, summer break! A time for beaches, for pool parties, for vacations... and for ice cream.          I was sitting near the window with my father as we enjoyed our little cups of perfection in the nearest Coldstone Creamery. The not-quite numbing coffee ice cream and crunchy Heath bar crumbs and pecans kept my mind and mouth very busy, so there was very little conversation.          As I stared out of the window to my side, I saw a blind man cross the road to a ultramarine blue car, his stick tap-tap-tapping against the tar as he walked. A man and woman, who had come out with him, unlocked the car, and the three prepared to head off.          As they stood by, a gleaming white Ford Mustang rolled in, stopping briefly in front of the creamery before rolling along to find an empty parking spot.          Just your everyday parking lot scene. ...