Cross the conscience

 

Cross the conscience
~Miss A

 

Came to my mind a thought that I,
Wont act with a pout, gonna be polite
Seamless and tender, and as much fragile
As if the sea could bite me and make me cry.
Some rules are made, some regulations are set,
Fed to your mentality, what are acts of innocence?
Explained briefly what boundaries one shall never cross,
Determines what bounds you, when you’re foolish and so high.

Restricted, forbidden, spells of the creep,
Ain’t a comparison to the concussion of the steep,
Steep stairs that leads to animosity towards yourself
And you climbed up the ladder willingly hurting that self,
Which you loved so much more than any other
No possessions worth the cost of that lover.
You step over a line, whatever your reason,
But you see nothing unfair, lands all same like ever.

It’s only until later you figure out what grim bestowed
Was an abstract persecutor, burning you deep inside
If pain killers actually sympathized with your heart
Maybe they’d be more popular. Feelings so alien,
The result of your own actions, good pottery poor soil.
The procedure seems more real, facts of fallacy in frowns
If relationships are made, keep it distant, there’s no reality,
Jokes pour out in timid laughs, symbolisms of infamous names .

I am telling, so know it well, when you conscience swallows
Don’t take the next step. The world won’t turn upside down
And that’s the worst thing about it. The soil would stay the same,
You and I would stay the same, but the difference would be felt.
Crossing the conscience is like defying god for an orthodox
To cross the conscience is like eating ice so cold that it burns.
And it goes beyond, beyond the captures of the world and escapes,
Things that you learn can’t be unlearned, can only be faded.

But you’d be too afraid the look forward the fear, for more fear,
Like crossing a deadly sea, only to enter the forest of dark voices,
You either drown, and you won’t let yourself go through the same.
You can console yourself to never be here, the option of forbidden
Some wounds don’t heal, even if it’s a joke or a mistake .
Do not take my advice, for I know you won’t be that silly like me,
For I know, the once who don’t leave on an adventure of answers
Are poor audience, who can’t judge. Else you to cross and smile.


 

 

Comments

  1. Anonymous1 December 2021 at 08:58

    Leaving this here.

    Maturity is not just about changing your decisions and embracing your evolution so that you can take steps forward, it is also about how you handle things when it is time to slow down. It’s about having the ability to sit with yourself during the moments where you simply do not feel good. Anything can trigger a down moment, often it is valuable to understand the cause so you can navigate around unnecessary trouble, but there is no such thing as a perfect system or a perfectly safe space – there will be times, whether the cause is clear or not, where you have no other option but to face the heaviness of mental turbulence.

    Controlling your external environment is always an unreliable and unproductive path to peace. If you want stability, you will have to build it from within. Preparing yourself for the inevitable down moment is a sign of wisdom. Gather your tools and lean on the methods that help you process your emotions. Three things can help a turbulent moment pass more smoothly:

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    1. Miss A Underscore6 December 2021 at 23:40

      Crossing your conscience is about crossing the mentality streams that one shall not. Baki aap khud samjhdaar ho. : )

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    2. Anonymous7 December 2021 at 07:32

      Nahi hai samajhdaar, samjhao samjhao

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    3. Miss A Underscore7 December 2021 at 08:54

      I wanna delete your comments. Aaj kaise yaad aa gaya aise?

      Delete
    4. Anonymous16 December 2021 at 02:56

      Bus aa gaya yaad. Gandiiiii

      Delete

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