Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Purge

A while ago, I started reading this manga-like webcomic called "MegaTokyo." At first, I was intrigued by the artistry and stylistic idiosyncrasies of the artist, but I was eventually drawn into the actual storyline. At one point in the story, one of characters, Ping (she's more of a robot, but she's unusually human), was affected by a explosion set off by a massive build-up of static electricity. When she comes to, she absolutely cannot stop crying. Eventually, "Ping’s problem is traced to her emotion programming correcting errors (directly quoted from synopsis on the MegaTokyo website)." In essence, it was an emotional purge.

I bring this idea of "self-emotional-purge" and crying because lately, crying is all that I've been thinking about. In the story, Ping's unstoppable fit of crying stems from her body correcting errors in her emotional system, which is essentially one of the main purposes of crying. I remember in Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix that Ron was talking about how Cho would explode because of everything that she was feeling, and lately, I've felt just like that. My mind is just flooded by everything that I've been through in such a short amount of time - and the non-stop performances for choir (and one for church) have only added to my stress level and worn me out even more.

Like nearly every person on the planet, I, too, have bottled up my emotions in a high-pressure bottle and left it in my emotional vault with the other hundreds of bottles. This build-up of emotion is really starting to get to me and I fear that I just might explode at the worst possible moment and destroy everything. Fear, shame, frustration, rage, sadness, incompetence - they're all boiling up and my cup is starting to overflow.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Frustration

Break me out of here
These bars are suffocating
I refuse to stay in this sphere
Until use and old age accept these rings

The flames are fueled by my blood
My mind is lost in this void
Swimming aimlessly in life's flood
Pain growing like it's on steroids

Why am I this way?
Why is there no refuge?
Why am I disgusted by life's buffet?
Why is it filled with such refuse?

Everything is bottled inside
Because there are so many bleeding hearts
And for them, I must provide
Lest they be riddled with darts

I cannot afford a lapse
And let them bleed evermore
I cannot allow myself to collapse
For they will be ignored

To release my frustration
I must scream and cry
But I cannot give in to this temptation
Lest I let everything waste away and die