Kamna's Blog

Incessantly obsessive to the point of no return And tortured by the figments of my own imagination Endless nightmares of slender pointed points that are pointy Of pencils that reverently glide on smoothly on every surface my consciousness can dream about And circles in my brain Round and round Circles so perfectly large Encompassing all that I know So gently and at the same time so haphazardly strewn about I just want it to stop Constantly restless in pursuit of all things unreachable And so all the more alluring to my greedy mind So obsessed So consumed with the littlest of details Fed up myself of my running around Trying to escape from the scary side that I can't deny I have inside I just want closure Want to be clear And in control And tame this wild crazy mind of mine Realising all my flaws altogether I get one whiff of attention And I'm consumed by it Driven solely by it Seriously wrong is something with me I need to relax my brain And learn to b...

If you rest, you rust. Your conscience is the measure of the honesty of your selfishness. The truth you speak has no past and no future. It is, and that's all it needs to be. When life gives you lemonade, make lemons. Life will be all like ''Whaaat!'' Let ME become what I am, and then YOU and ME can consider becoming WE. If it's important, you'll find a way. If it's not, you'll find an excuse. Having been fucked is no excuse for being fucked up. The WHYs are for the wanderers and the HOWs are for the wonderers. All that you want and can be is all that you already are. Problem is an overprotective father of his shy but frustrated daughter Solution who eventually breaks free from his clutches. When you've come you've also gone from the place you've come from. Force yourself to get what you like or else you'll be forced to like what you get. Better prevent and prepare than repent and repair. The only real mistak...

My wife I Love my wifi In the middle of Shanghai Where the birds they fly so very high And there I sit and sigh For my life seems to pass me by In times like these all I want to do sit wail and cry My life now seems dull and dry Once in a blue moon dear wife do you even utter a hi And I miss you so much, oh my But you just think I'm content with the wifi But my dear there's more to hear I won't lie Even though you may not know the root of pi I still love you I sometimes wonder why But you are walking away, just breezing by I can't stand it, yet again I cry And so I shall willingly my brain in deep oil fry And hope to slowly, painfully die For to dream again of us together is too hard to even try

The tigress, head of the great baboons' congress Was in great distress For failing to impress And the baboons they started to get a little restless With the way the tigress Always seemed to be clueless About all things that should have kept her in abundant stress So she decided she would digress And start cleaning all the terrible mess She hoped this time she would win this political game much like chess And conquer votes if nothing else Against her opponents more blessed For short were their periods of recess And more conscientious they were about peace and silence For in a land where lay a huge abscess It was vital for there to be a more hands on chief I must confess Here it was not a matter of a lucky guess The baboons they looked the same, what likeness In thought too they were difficult to oppress So it came to pass and the baboons all said yes We need one of our own, one with utmost zest To stand up to the opponent and the tigress And claim what was alw...

There is no doubt that the person who named all the months was a genius. My theory is that before he could pen them all down he told his son or friend and then passed away tragically and this friend/son was young and daft and so he struggled with the last 4 names. That's why there's ER from Septemb..errr, to DecembER! So technically it's supposed to be Septemb something, Octob something, Novemb something but he couldn't remember so he just ERr-ed. However it is likely there is no something after Decemb and it was intended to be Decemb only. He must have been wondering about a 13th name so he wrongly for one last time ERr-ed again. On the other hand it could be that the last 4 months are not ERrors after all and that they have EMBERS in them signifying the burning end that in this case is the year. But that is not fair to October who's stuck with an OBER (read ogre) and so is unhappily the odd one out and wants for it to get over! So yes I am content sticking with ...

Efforts to drive away this madness inside This overpowering drive I just want to be able to be as undefined as I can Unrefined thoughts in a orderly appearing mind I want to lend weight to my limitless imagination Fuel my undying desires And pursue my dreams without any inhibitions I want to be fearless And want to be inspired to do all this and all that I claim to know what I seek When what I seek is what I wouldn't naturally be drawn toward When what I know is enough to make me feel closed up than ever I need inspiration I need strength To go after all that I would never To do all that I can Not all that I must All that I must Is all I always do anyway So what point in such effort When I myself am driving toward the madness Instead of steering clear far far away And being what I always end up being With cowardice filled to the brim And all hope extinguished from my so very weak eyes

Dear You, This is probably the gayest post I will have ever written. Actually I might write a lot gayer shit once we find each other (saying once I find you seems like I did all the work of finding). But I hope this is the gayest post anyway. Dear you who I will love ridiculously too much in the future. You and I have not met yet and am 20 so I have enough time. I think by 40 you should come around or I should come around to where you are (in case you're in Estonia or something.) Okay, you. I am deeply infatuated with the idea that we'll have a very nicely dramatic journey over which I will get to use all the many love songs I love so dearly on, to and for you. I don't think of myself to be a romantic person because that sounds gay in my head. (not gay in the homosexual way in case readers of this are a little too ignorant or sensitive but gay in the lame kind of sense. I only use gay for lack of a better word. I am unfortunately not as progressively good at my English.) ...