A neologism to my antilogy

Far here I stand,
Want to smack, want to whack
The pretty me fighting with the other shade of mine,
From “on the edge” of the this endless circular magnet,
Now I step out to see the vim.
And like the wax melted, my outer shell did,
Fine! So I get to see very me..!!
Its not the wings that can make me an angel,
lemme fly the bats aaout of my mind,
But some magnet still pulls me in
Am holding myself within
Not looking back again,
I would just kick your ass to disdain.. :P

Slumbered Soul...

I was holding the tide when I loved the motion

I was naïve when I loved to sense

I was quiet when I wanted to yell

I sereneted when I wanted to aggress

I dreamt when I loved to sleep

And…..also ..

I slept when, I loved to dream….

I smiled when I wanted to cry

I complimented when I wanted to grouse

I thought it candid when it was tactful

Why does this soul slumber now?

When there is a keen desire to subsist