Kamna's Blog

If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too: If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; If you can dream---and not make dreams your master; If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim, If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same:. If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools; If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings, And never breathe a word about your loss: If you can force your heart and nerve and si...

Drawing with withdrawal Seeing through the darkest glass Speaking with the quietest voice Walking with toes curling backwards Meek toes that delude themselves into feeling like they could convince the rest of the foot to turn back Stupid, hopeful, powerless toes Chubby big toe barely curled up The Cartman of the group The realist, resigned and only too happy to lay back with it's ingrown nail Ingrown nails in itself are stubborn little things Realism can be so delusional in such a case But this poem, this sorry excuse for one, it's not about my stubby toes It's about sheep The counting of sheep When there seems to come no sleep And the hill looks steep And the mind takes a big leap A leap of faith, so simple to take, starts to seep This is so shallow, definitely not deep And so I shall stow all my heavy thoughts in a heap And get on that sheep stalking sleep jeep And surprise hello the sweetest one, I cheekily peep As I sowed I shall now reap In real ...

Brushing my mince meaty molars by the window at noontime while questioning my major meaningless morals. The nightmare phase is the best phase. The phase of inspiration, the phase where this blog is given the attention it surely must deserve. "It's all in your head," she always so surely asserts. What does she know, for she is headless and her eyes are her nipples, her belly button the hole through which she breathes and the 3 holes southward she uses to speak with, each louder as you descend to the last smelly one. Not that I would go sniffing about. I'm just assuming it is smelly because she has bad breath when she uses her loudest hole to speak and because she can be such an all-knowing self-righteous bitch sometimes. She takes my small soft chubby hands in her unnaturally large rough man hands and she tells me it will all make sense sooner than I can imagine it being simple enough to sweep sneakily under the wall unit when no one's looking. Dark disturbing de...

Discover your own discontent, and be grateful, for without divine discontent, there would be no creative force. Never give up on something you really want. It's difficult to wait but it's better than having regrets. I wish there was a way to know you're in the "good old days" before you've actually left them. Don't be just a means to an end. Be the end. Your end, all's end. All's well that ends well. And you're well. When you are raw, real, and reckless about what you feel with the wrong person you will end up becoming cautious, caustic and callous towards a lot of things. When you feel like you've failed and you're down in the dumps, it feels like you have nothing else to lose. But that is when you should realise that you having nothing to lose is when you stand in a position where there is everything to gain. The difference between failure and success is the same as the difference between being able and being willing. Y...

It is when you pointlessly pace that you may end up in a pointy place where you might possibly poop all the pineapple porridge you ate in a poor posture, but sometimes when you pointlessly pace you may end up in pretty pastures where you may relax in pleasing ponds in purple and pink panties with free no pay pervy ponies who will probably pee into the filled-with-pennies pond, but sometimes when you pointlessly pace you may end up in a pointless place where there are only painless plants plainly planted in pansy pots.

Invisibility is the best superpower one can have! I seriously thought about it and it makes the most sense and would be the most useful. You can be a part of ANYTHING being invisible. When I say invisible you should be weightless or else you won't be able to latch onto someone while they skydive. If you have the power of invisibility you can choose to fake your own death and live like a total nomad. You can choose to never be visible again! And just constantly live silently being a part of everything if not actively participating yourself. And if you want to use invisibility occasionally and live a normal life then you can get to see your question paper before your exam and prepare accordingly. You could spy on whoever you want! But if I had the power of invisibility I would just like to do the death faking and then travel for the rest of my life for free, see everything in the world, live in the best places and if I get sick I'll just reappear outside a hospital in Sweden...

You and you alone have the right and the power to pick yourself back up when you feel like you're in the darkest tunnel. Funnily, (almost made this as a bingo the other day), it's you alone who allows yourself to even let things effect you enough to drive yourself right into the tunnel. But all tunnels have an end. It's only a matter of time; and time is very relative to your emotional state of mind; before the event you're dreading passes by (my exams), and you're back to some semblance of normalcy. A month of depression can feel like 3 months. There's an end to everything that begins. It's just that when we're overwhelmed and too hurt to move because we think it'll only hurt more if we move, and it's so much easier to drown in the misery and even enjoy it just a little bit; it's just that when we're too involved in the sorrow, we don't understand that there is going to be a day, however far in the future, that the thing(s) bringing...