Violet

Startled, she stared at him with eyes wide,
Like saucers at the sudden turn of events,
In a second a monster unleashed,
From within what seemed like a space of calm wind,
Out came a shout, one so deafening,
Raising the hair on her arms,
As he raised a chair,
Almost ready to be hurled upon her,
She shut her eyes which reopened a few seconds later,
The choice of weapon was stuck in mid-air,
An angry, confused look on his face,
Slowly some sense kicked in,
With a look full of disgrace,
The shouts died down,
But her heartbeats did not,
Having finally witnessed the unimaginable,
'Violet, my child' his voice quivered,
Hands trembling at what had occurred,
Bursting into tears she ran out the house,
Into the embrace of her only mother, the nature...

Rant Machine

Life is like a shooting star, speeding beautifully but only to its ultimate death.

Disclaimer- This is going to be a depressing post about me ranting, whining and complaining and 100% guarantees to turn any mortal being into a self-loathing nihilistic, sad form of life (which pardon me, but aren't we already?)
Everyone believes in the power of positivity, on spreading happiness, sweet sounding things like those. But the most natural state of a being is grief. After a long time of seeking shelter in the bright side of things and then suddenly landing up in a state of complete despair and emptiness do you realize how fake  happiness or its counterparts really are.
Happiness does not ache our hearts, make our chests feel heavy with complete hollowness, it doesn't make us weak in the stomach desperately trying to digest the bitter truths and suffer the blows of daily life struggles, it does not mentally...fuck us up? Grief does. Man does not grow in the tender arms of love or we would've laid forever in our mother's arms. One has to face the battles of life, taste failures, and occasionally lie down in their bed at nights thinking of all the sacrifices they made to hold that light in the end of a long, dark tunnel only to realize that it is not there. Did someone take it away? Nah, it was never there to begin with- positivity and happiness just made that up for us.
People think that being sad is unnatural. It isn't. It is the purest forms of emotions which I feel should be felt just the way it is- the way sadness and loneliness can cut your insides with razorblades, scraping pieces of your skin, the feeling of your soul bleeding, it's amazing really. It makes you realize how much you can really endure while your heart just wants to bursts into flames any second, the inside of your brains keep twisting and give you a nasty migraine, you really wish you could take an axe and chop your head off your body because only a fool has the ability to always stay 'happy'. Someone in possession of a head tends to think, think and think and overthink about every bad thing ever which can have a tragic effect on their feeble mind and body. Next thing you know everything hurts so much. Whether it is the sound of the swirling fan above or the thunder outside, you feel like you're a part of everything and everything wants to attack you.

In the end it's you, you with your head which makes you feel bad about yourself and the world. You alone fighting this life, occasionally stopping to ask what is the bloody point? and then again succumbing to it, periods of slogging and moping followed again by a period of infinite sadness. A constant loop called life only to one day relieve you of itself.