#ElSabiosQuill

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  • elsabiosquill 131w

    They Say

    No man Is an island
    Yet, oft I have caught myself musing
    Allured by the soulful conception
    Of a certain self-sustaining solitude.

    The tranquil to my old, introverted soul
    Is but a lucid woolgather.
    A useful escape
    from a world full of self-assertives
    Where I remain the unrepentant black sheep
    ©elsabiosquill

  • elsabiosquill 148w

    YOU CAN AND MUST DO IT!

    Once, a great man told me to pull up a chair. He was going to tell me the secret of his immensely inspiring success.
    I did pull up a chair and sat opposite him, watching his forehead as I cowered under his experienced and soul piercing gaze. Note pad in one hand, pencil on the other, I was ready to learn this secret, for I too craved such elusive greatness. I wanted to have my name printed in golden fonts of life and history anyway legally I could.
    He took a deep breathe, as if preparing for what he planned to say, the long lecture I expected. It must have been a smile or just a twinkle in his eyes when he looked down to my hands and saw what I was holding.
    “well, son, life is very dynamic, it changes by the second.
    In an instant, everything changes. But the path to greatness requires just one thing.” he said, in a calm and insightful manner
    I drew forward to get the gist of the whole matter.
    “I became great the day I whispered to myself these ordinary words 'YOU CAN, AND MUST DO IT'” he said, pointing at a framed picture above his head on the mantelpiece behind him with the very words he just said to me.
    He checked his watch, stood up, shook my hands with a smile and left the room.

    My writing pad had just one line filled in with his words - YOU CAN, AND MUST DO IT!
    ©elsabiosquill

  • elsabiosquill 150w

    I have lost my firm footing,
    I have fallen...
    for you. hopelessly.
    It was a deep plunge,
    but I was more than willing to take it,
    for you.

    ©elsabiosquill

  • elsabiosquill 153w

    Hunter

    Gentle in pace,
    subtle
    but ferocious in grace

    With eyes so still
    Observe
    Go for the kill

    Stride in vast plains,
    On earth
    Prey's blood do stain.

    ©elsabiosquill

  • elsabiosquill 156w

    Woe, Desolation!

    I sit here in subtle silence
    Immersed in the surrounding plethora of self doubt
    My thoughts roam to and fro,
    Around the concept of my self denial,
    I question my existence
    I have lost all mental resilience
    Weak, coward, useless
    These words sit well in self description
    Whatever is hope?
    The invisible strings to a certain ascent?
    For me, an elusive rope to grasp
    What is destiny?
    A figment of broken dreams,
    They are locked in fizzling memories
    From the hope-filled yesteryear.
    I am lost at sea,
    Pushed aside by apoplectic waves.
    The eye of heaven refuses it's rays
    I am drenched in tears of gloomy clouds.
    In my silence I am forlon and forgotten,
    An island that berths no ship.
    Falling down some ageless deep
    That bears witness to Circumstances of seeds reaped.
    Shadows of self destruction enclosing
    I stand, with arms wide open
    Let me meet my doom,
    I remain polite even unto desolation
    Like a pride of lions upon a gazelle,
    I am pursued effortlessly,
    My fate left in the cold hands of my pursuers.
    Tears forming under my swollen eyes
    Are like memories I bleed,
    My visions are blurred
    My perfection, my being, my self is flawed
    With nightmares and dementors I have brawled
    Time and time again I have lost.
    I become an object for deliberation
    Fruitless talks and communal ramblings.
    I tread wearingly,
    On a path that pierces my feet and soul
    A weary and weak traveller has come to a cliff
    His feet are bleeding
    From Years of fruitless wandering
    He is an odd fellow,
    One who finds peace in the violence of the waves,
    Crashing tides against still rocks - resilience.
    Black crows are gathering
    Old servants to ruins and decay are hovering
    It is a dead end...
    Will he meet his end, dead?
    ©elsabiosquill

  • elsabiosquill 157w

    Sometimes warring emotions find a stability within us... Our heart is scale, we must chose which will dictate our countenance - El Sabio
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    BALANCE

    I couldn't tell if I tried,
    Why I feel so strange inside
    But deep down I know something is strange
    Could I possibly explain what I feel?
    When I can't tell what it is
    Some days of gloom, like a flower I blossom
    Some days of joy, like a rose petals I wither,
    Darkness and Light wrestles inside of me
    Joy and sadness accompanies me,
    I am restless not wanting to sleep,
    But then I am happy I just want to scream
    I must be strange to feel all this at once
    But then I am brave, nothing feels like loss.

    -El Sabio

  • elsabiosquill 157w

    My Kryptonite

    I don't know how,
    but there's that thing you do with your lips when they curl up,
    Some call it a smile but that is my kryptonite.
    How do you snatch my attention without meaning to?
    And why do I refuse to get it back, never willing to?
    They told me to be careful with trying to stay standing, lest I fall the hardest.
    And yet here I am, still standing.
    I thought to fall is weakness, but to have never felt weak is in itself a bigger weakness.
    My strength, alas, Is my weakness.

    -El Sabio

  • elsabiosquill 158w

    I'm wondering,
    As my mind goes wandering,
    From thoughts to thoughts
    How much of a wonder will I become?
    If all I ever wonder is what I lack the will to reform.

    ©elsabiosquill

  • elsabiosquill 159w

    Youthful thoughts

    When I was younger,
    I thought putting the mirror upside down meant the images it reflected would be affected.
    When I was younger, I thought swallowing that melon seed meant I would become a tree.
    When I was younger, I thought babies came from heaven wrapped around in clouds, I craved my very own baby sibling for such a sight
    Now that I'm older, too much knowledge has robbed me of the little thrills of life my youth catered to.
    -El Sabio

    ©elsabiosquill

  • elsabiosquill 158w

    Awake

    Awake! the dawn of a thousand sorrows is nigh,
    Look ahead and see what awaits you.
    It is the sights of frowns and sighs
    When men without reason
    Formerly thought unfitting
    Don the hat of authority,
    Put on their unworthy heads,
    By youths of contemptuousness
    What befalls the land,
    Is left in frail hands,
    Of that of time and posterity.
    - El Sabio



    ©elsabiosquill

  • elsabiosquill 159w

    "I feel that both our souls are old friends, separated through time...
    We mustn't deny them the luxury to reconvene"
    -El Sabio

    ©elsabiosquill