I wanted to talk to the papers but even they won't listen.
Perhaps I'm the one unable to speak??
Perhaps I'm the one unable to speak??
I dove into my heart
In search of the love
I pour into others
To save some for me
I found my chest broken
All my gold gone
My poor self destitute
Often in search of lovers
To share their riches
Only to learn that the rich
Are rich on the backs of the poor.
In search of the love
I pour into others
To save some for me
I found my chest broken
All my gold gone
My poor self destitute
Often in search of lovers
To share their riches
Only to learn that the rich
Are rich on the backs of the poor.
Black mirror on the wall,
I see nothing standing tall,
Black mirror on the wall,
Why don't you tell tale of my fall,
Black mirror on the wall,
How come you want to imprison my soul,
Black mirror on the wall,
You still paint a perfect picture not a troll,
Black mirror on the wall,
You think you could cover up the cuts of my soul,
Black mirror on the wall,
You know how a human is skin deep but you say nothing at all.
I see nothing standing tall,
Black mirror on the wall,
Why don't you tell tale of my fall,
Black mirror on the wall,
How come you want to imprison my soul,
Black mirror on the wall,
You still paint a perfect picture not a troll,
Black mirror on the wall,
You think you could cover up the cuts of my soul,
Black mirror on the wall,
You know how a human is skin deep but you say nothing at all.
If poetry was a comfortable zone,
I would like to die there alone,
Because it gives me joy when all is all gone.
I would like to die there alone,
Because it gives me joy when all is all gone.
The Bank of Bad Days
When you are Very depressed or anxious -unable to leave the house, or the sofa, or to think of anything but the depression - it can be unbearably hard. Bad days come in degrees. They are not all equally bad. And the really bad ones, though horrible to live through, are useful for later. You store them up. A bank of bad days. The day you had to run out of the supermarket. The day you were so depressed your tongue wouldn't move. The day you made your parents cry. The day you nearly threw yourself off a
cliff. So if you are having another bad day you can say, Well, this feels bad, but there have been worse. And even when you can think of no worse day when the one you are living is the very worst there has ever been you at least know the bank exists and that you have made a deposit.
When you are Very depressed or anxious -unable to leave the house, or the sofa, or to think of anything but the depression - it can be unbearably hard. Bad days come in degrees. They are not all equally bad. And the really bad ones, though horrible to live through, are useful for later. You store them up. A bank of bad days. The day you had to run out of the supermarket. The day you were so depressed your tongue wouldn't move. The day you made your parents cry. The day you nearly threw yourself off a
cliff. So if you are having another bad day you can say, Well, this feels bad, but there have been worse. And even when you can think of no worse day when the one you are living is the very worst there has ever been you at least know the bank exists and that you have made a deposit.
The pain of this fading earth,
Beneath the burning cinders,
As we trade through roads,
That destroy every inch of it.
The taste of the flowing waters
As it cries day and night,
Shattering earthly cities with their heavenly beauty,
Breaking free from all the wounds,
The scourge of the humans ,
As they drown with regrets,
Unending pain and sorrow.
Beneath the burning cinders,
As we trade through roads,
That destroy every inch of it.
The taste of the flowing waters
As it cries day and night,
Shattering earthly cities with their heavenly beauty,
Breaking free from all the wounds,
The scourge of the humans ,
As they drown with regrets,
Unending pain and sorrow.
My mom has only beaten me 7 times in my life
The remaining 1789 were attempted murders.
The remaining 1789 were attempted murders.
Mistaken
If you think you know her well ,
Look into her eyes deep,
You'll see thousand lies,
And hiding behind are the
secrets she keeps.
.......................
You can't even tell
What situations she is
going through,
As 'I'm fine' sounds the same
Even when it isn't really true !
If you think you know her well ,
Look into her eyes deep,
You'll see thousand lies,
And hiding behind are the
secrets she keeps.
.......................
You can't even tell
What situations she is
going through,
As 'I'm fine' sounds the same
Even when it isn't really true !
Soaked with the enemy's blood you got close like a friend,
As sun climbs up the sky you wear a masquerade,
Acting like you are here for the love trade,
Granting a grand adivce,
Concealing the true side of the dice,
But as soon as the shadow befalls,
True words from the tongue rolls,
You plan the end of your nemsis,
You shoot daggers at the faces with a hiss,
Pretend phony is who you are,
But don't be fooled if I play the part of the unaware,
I too keep my enemy closer than my friend,
I too know a serpent that lends a stabbing hand.
As sun climbs up the sky you wear a masquerade,
Acting like you are here for the love trade,
Granting a grand adivce,
Concealing the true side of the dice,
But as soon as the shadow befalls,
True words from the tongue rolls,
You plan the end of your nemsis,
You shoot daggers at the faces with a hiss,
Pretend phony is who you are,
But don't be fooled if I play the part of the unaware,
I too keep my enemy closer than my friend,
I too know a serpent that lends a stabbing hand.
Night
Freedom in me
draws island on sea,
where no human being
left everything before.
Watching horizon
that never comes,
with water that never ends,
under stars that never speak,
to the purity of the birds
that never falls.
From the moon
that never cries
for me to lead by the light
of endless sadness
in freedom night.
Freedom in me
draws island on sea,
where no human being
left everything before.
Watching horizon
that never comes,
with water that never ends,
under stars that never speak,
to the purity of the birds
that never falls.
From the moon
that never cries
for me to lead by the light
of endless sadness
in freedom night.
Dust of Snow
The way a crow
Shook down on me,
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree.
Has given my heart
A change of mood,
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
by Robert Frost
The way a crow
Shook down on me,
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree.
Has given my heart
A change of mood,
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
by Robert Frost
It must be nice ...
To sleep and know you never let down someone, wake up and be sure you never left behind someone.
When you move forward knowing you never stepped over someone.
When you smile knowing you never made someone cry.
And you climb up knowing you never let someone fall.
To build without crushing someone, or to heal without hurting someone.
To choose not to force someone, and to burn not to fade.
Until...
All of them let you down, they leave you behind and step over you.
They make you cry and let you fall, they crush your soul and hurt your feelings.
Eventually they force you to fade.
And yet you put on a shredded mask, even when your world had turned upside down, even when the hell rises and turns up, you gather courage shards that cut your heart to stay alone and alive.
I'm coming for you, before you become one of them.
To sleep and know you never let down someone, wake up and be sure you never left behind someone.
When you move forward knowing you never stepped over someone.
When you smile knowing you never made someone cry.
And you climb up knowing you never let someone fall.
To build without crushing someone, or to heal without hurting someone.
To choose not to force someone, and to burn not to fade.
Until...
All of them let you down, they leave you behind and step over you.
They make you cry and let you fall, they crush your soul and hurt your feelings.
Eventually they force you to fade.
And yet you put on a shredded mask, even when your world had turned upside down, even when the hell rises and turns up, you gather courage shards that cut your heart to stay alone and alive.
I'm coming for you, before you become one of them.
A thoushand dreams softly burn within my spirit,
A heat of zillion fires wrap themsleves around my heart,
There is a choice I have to make to keep them alive,
Cut ties with a blistering ropes of my past to thrive,
A massive hit on the head with an ice,
It sent me spiraling in to the real race,
What a wake up call that was,
It won't rest till it watches me rise,
And I followed willingly to the mountains,
Kept climbing up ladder of life,
Ignore how the knife cut through my side,
Bit screams back as I saw withering rocks fall from the rollercoaster ride,
And you speak of storms magically happening,
Darling, I am the one causing all that weather raging.
A heat of zillion fires wrap themsleves around my heart,
There is a choice I have to make to keep them alive,
Cut ties with a blistering ropes of my past to thrive,
A massive hit on the head with an ice,
It sent me spiraling in to the real race,
What a wake up call that was,
It won't rest till it watches me rise,
And I followed willingly to the mountains,
Kept climbing up ladder of life,
Ignore how the knife cut through my side,
Bit screams back as I saw withering rocks fall from the rollercoaster ride,
And you speak of storms magically happening,
Darling, I am the one causing all that weather raging.
Artists
We are all artists,
We know how to paint our smile
Hide our scars and frown behind,
As that's what we've been doing all the while.
We're proud of our skills,
We can make people fall in our tricks,
But still we fail to recognise
Who's smile is real and who's faking his.
We put a mask over our feelings,
So our true feelings are never shown,
And we expect the world to know us,
When we fail to know our own.
If you think you know a person well,
You only know their qualities few,
As you can fall in the trap,
If they are artists too.
We are all artists,
We know how to paint our smile
Hide our scars and frown behind,
As that's what we've been doing all the while.
We're proud of our skills,
We can make people fall in our tricks,
But still we fail to recognise
Who's smile is real and who's faking his.
We put a mask over our feelings,
So our true feelings are never shown,
And we expect the world to know us,
When we fail to know our own.
If you think you know a person well,
You only know their qualities few,
As you can fall in the trap,
If they are artists too.
Loss of questions, loss of answers, loss of words, and too much bitterness you could even smell it in the air. She asked me.
“Why, even when you know you're lonely... Why wouldn't you reach out?”
I stared at her tiny being, her pleading black eyes. And I wished I could give her a reply, but I could only mutter out a phrase of a song.
“Cold hearts brew colder songs.”
Imagining her pained face, I got lost again, in that undefined maze.
“Why, even when you know you're lonely... Why wouldn't you reach out?”
I stared at her tiny being, her pleading black eyes. And I wished I could give her a reply, but I could only mutter out a phrase of a song.
“Cold hearts brew colder songs.”
Imagining her pained face, I got lost again, in that undefined maze.
Rain poured down, letting me drown in that chaotic frown.
Pain painted my nightgown, with crowns of red that turned to brown.
Brown old scars like accessories, refreshed with stubborn loads of memories.
Memories of a soul I failed to trade, for the peace instead of a distress that wouldn't fade.
Fade into cursed tears, broken trust and loud voiced fears.
“Fear me, I am the libertine. Will you still keen, to be my patch of nicotine?”
Pain painted my nightgown, with crowns of red that turned to brown.
Brown old scars like accessories, refreshed with stubborn loads of memories.
Memories of a soul I failed to trade, for the peace instead of a distress that wouldn't fade.
Fade into cursed tears, broken trust and loud voiced fears.
“Fear me, I am the libertine. Will you still keen, to be my patch of nicotine?”
Found a dark humour to entertain myself while I stayed at the shadow casted side of the palace as the agony becomes unbearable, I would giggle a little louder so that demons would heed it and stay confused on their pace.
You love your enemies.
You love those who wronged you,
Those who hurt you.
You love your demons,
Because they gave you scars
And you wear them like a medal.
"Who am I to say that I'm the innocent one, anyway."
You love those who wronged you,
Those who hurt you.
You love your demons,
Because they gave you scars
And you wear them like a medal.
"Who am I to say that I'm the innocent one, anyway."
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