Days Of Slumber

Feels like the days of slumber
Lying on my bed in despair
My pages are but timber
As the fire in my room reaches air

My mind, my heart seemed awoken
With the blaze intoxicating me
The covers are red
And I can smell the burning flesh
Is this but a dream?

I thirst and quench for solace
But the mind heeds no pain
Drowning in the dark of the subconscious
In the night of the cold I see salvation
The depths lay open to the flame

My mind, my heart seemed awoken
With the blaze intoxicating me
The covers are red
And I can smell the burning flesh
Is this but a dream?

It seems to be…

-Pheonix Of Ashes

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The Little Things Give You away

What’s in a name? Just a simple name? It matters not where it comes from but what it means. Well, that’s what comes to my mind when I wanted to start a blog. I wanted to show how different I am from the world, and well I thought to myself. No matter how many “great” articles or poems I produce; at the end, my name matters the most. That’s something which is of great importance.

I feel genuinely happy when people start to write and take a serious interest in exploring themselves on what they write about. People need that. They need to express themselves in these absurd times of social media illusion; now, when I say illusion I meant that people have reached a break even point where; we get it. We just want to share, love and show off. That’s perfectly fine! But with sharing pictures, moments, amazing inspiring stories; we just don’t share anything anymore! We hide our problems behind these perfectly edited Instagram pictures.

People need to find their way of expressing themselves. One of them is writing. And that must be encouraged amongst the youth of today who only care less about being themselves and care more about dressing up like a 27-year-old. ┬áNow, I won’t be an old sod and say that you are dressing inappropriately but I say dress what you feel comfortable in. But yeah, there comes that time when we try to dress like people 15 years older to us.

Now the thing about kids is that they need help from the very beginning, because of our great education system. Pressure builds in from the start and it just keeps coming and coming until you find yourself on the noose. That needs to stop. It’s like a disease or a trend starting to plague everyone. People have to start talking about it. Kid’s need to open up to their parents, they need to stop the abuse, the substance abuse. Parent’s need to be a little broad minded about what their children are up to.

To anyone or everyone out there, you have kids, nephews, nieces, grandkids, friend’s kids, ask them to open up. Ask them to find something to express themselves; writing, painting, running, skating, swimming; so many to choose from! The world is filling up with the unnecessary stress created from the top up! It’s time to take it easy and take a steady step away from that ledge!

My favorite rock star, Chester Bennington passed away a couple of weeks ago. He was part of the band, Linkin Park. Beautiful music. The unsung heroes of the Millennium angst. The night, while I was mourning for Chester whilst playing one of his songs on my guitar; I asked myself, what can I do to save a life? To reach out and make people stop from killing themselves! Well, I couldn’t come to an answer. But I came to a theory.

If we start helping the people closest to us, little by little; you are making a big difference. Forget about the probability, the math for once. Even one person, if you just tell them that the world is not on your shoulders, you can influence a generation.

I’m going to help people in the best way I can.

Let there be love.