Don't cripple my chance of seeing my own ignorance. It might fully fit into my narrow perspective but despondent I plead not to forget about it.
People say that ignorance is bliss. I refute for it is equal to anguish and distress to me. Ignorance of ignorance is the real blessing since it is only then when one does not realize his own incompetence. And only when you cannot completely understand how others perceive you, what life is all about, all the injustices and aches, what you ought and want to be - only then you could be blessed with ignorance. Otherwise you're just ignorant.

Filth

Filth.

Neither drizzle that moistens the grass,
Nor rain that wets the ground,
Can cleanse; that lechery will last
Until the cure is found.

Neither sun that brings the light;
Nor rays that light one’s eyes
Can purify and kill the spite;
Since mind has brought the cries.

To extinguish evil, unforgiving,
means to slay one’s breath;
For as long as human’s living,
his heart is longing someone’s death.

A darting fear — a pomp — a tear —
a waking on a morn
to find that what one waked for,
inhales the different dawn.
Emily Dickinson

Radiohead - Creep [movie:Happily ever after]

When you were here before,
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel,
Your skin makes me cry

You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so fuckin' special

But I'm a creep,
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here

I don't care if it hurts,
I wanna have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul

I want you to notice
when I'm not around
You're so fuckin' special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here

She's running out again
She's running out
She run run run run...
run... run...

Whatever makes you happy...
Whatever you want...
You're so fuckin' special-
I wish I was special..

..But I'm a creep,
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here

I don't belong here...

The Kooks - I want you back

Take me back to the place where i
loved that girl for all time;
Why must life just take away
every good thing one at a time?

I want it back
well, yes, I want it back;
Yes, I want you back,
Please, give it me back
'cause I want you,
but i can't let myself love you.

Losing belongings... it's not always a matter of being careful

Bad habits - everyone has them. (I think so)
I sometimes hold something and place it mechanically somewhere, forgetting where I've put it afterwards; sometimes even forgetting that I ever put it anywhere and/or ever holding it. I'm occupied with something, not realizing I am holding it, and then, BAAM--- where did it go?
Every time it happens, it pisses me off; I'm annoyed with myself; The last thing I lost is my phone... so I wrote it a poem.


One & Only
fate separated us…

Oh, my one and only,
you'd been here
when i was feelin' lonely
and had to shed a tear;

we'd had fun, we'd been close;
but now as you're gone
frustration and irritation arose
‘cuz i've lost you, my one&only phone.

Feeling much better now!:) Have a good night.
>p.s. -> http://theoatmeal.com/comics/literally
http://www.sharenator.com/A_couple_random_funnies/