Monday, 15 December 2014

Finding Hope Again

I was lost slipping on the tears I shed,
thoughts consumed by darkness.
Overwhelmed in pain by the wounds that bled,
and a decision to make myself heartless.

The ink I wrote with had gone dry,
my feelings no longer stirred.
I lost all will and tears to cry,
And my voice was no longer heard.

Doubts ate me,
rhetoric devoured me.
Then hope embraced me,
And now I've found peace.

Always questioning the light at the end,
I was travelling through a long and dark cove.
and as the light was growing I wondered if this was my end,
but no twas the glimmer that embraces; something called hope.

I escaped the darkness with a rope of life,
and I found my pen again and my will to write.
Quietly I heard again those very same symphonies,
the ones that blessed me with poetic sight.

My heart is whole again as the ink is flowing,
And the sun shines brightly whilst the breeze is blowing.
An ambience so pure like the angels in serenades,
And until death I shall reap what I was once sowing.

Thursday, 11 December 2014

Dead Passion

My thoughts are drowning in voiceless echoes,
and my heart is at war with feelings.
I feel stung by a stiletto; the shadows bellow,
as I'm slowly being consumed by my own breathing.

My passion for rhyme is now dead,
and I'm forgetting everything that I once said.
I was once called a Picasso of words
because they thought I was the best,
but my will is dead and so is the rest.

Pen to paper but I can't hear my melodies,
they call it writer's block but where is the remedy?
In the end could this be my destiny?
a dead passion that will remain only a memory?

My heart is broken and my soul is crying,
tell me why I should keep on trying?
She never really cared so why did I keep fighting,
Devastated pain can be felt when I'm sighing.

I have given up on everything that was once a choice,
I've lost my will, my passion and my poetic voice.
My pen is broken and the ink I used is dry,
because my heart is finished; and there are no more tears to cry.

I bleed when I breathe,
I cry when I sigh.
Thoughts of her remains,
but why did she lie?

The serenade has ended,
The melodies are diminished.
I wish that before I had left it,
now my heart is broken and finished.

No revival for a dead passion,
I've crossed the point of no return.
these are my final words as my soul is ashen,
forever in the old flames I shall burn.

Tuesday, 9 December 2014

I'm Not Invisible

I'm an individual,
I'm not invisible.
My heart beats,
like I drop syllables.
I write miracles,
when my heart is lyrical.
You will never see me cynical,
everything I am is visible.
I reach heights like pinnacles,
conquering word play isn't difficult.

When I write I keep nonsense to a minimal,
every sentence I string together is critical.
Full of meaning and feeling they say my heart is mythical,
And  I'm not just a poet; not your typical.
I see my life in a view so analytical,
and I tend to find most things forgivable.
The experiences I faced were empirical,
you will never see me acting like I'm pivotal.
Remember the truth isn't something that is miscible,
and nothing I write will ever be fictional.
I murdered a thesaurus but I'm not a criminal,
I find solace in passion but I'm not spiritual.

I used to eat dictionaries
and serenade my rhymes,
The world labelled me a visionary
because I was a legend with my mind.
I constructed melodies of words,
A rhythm of a stuttering heartbeat.
What I wrote was remedies to a curse,
It's like when you listen to the stars speak.

I may be brown skinned but love isn't conditional,
it's the soul that matters not what's physical.
Anyone that thinks otherwise I find to be despicable,
but we live a life that can never be predictable.
Many corridors of life tend to be equivocal,
and we're advancing from the stone age to the digital.
My soul is something that will never be extricable,
we live our lives governed by a law that's provisional.
I'm a soul like you; Yes I'm an individual,
so acknowledge me because I'm not invisible.

Sunday, 7 December 2014

I Miss You

Days are cold without your warm embrace,
like the dying memories that we try to erase.
The magic we once created we could never retrace,
and those footprints are steps we could never retake.

Everything has moved on and I hope you're living happily,
We can never go back; that's just another one of our fantasies.
We saw what we had to see and it broke down ever so rapidly.
and I want to see you with smiles instead of pain and agony.

You were my world and the reason I wanted to live,
I was in heaven in every moment that we kissed.
You were the reason why I woke in the mornings my eternal bliss,
the miracle I was looking for; the reason I exist.

I miss you and I need you,
where are you; I always believed you.
Do you remember everything that we had,
no fairy tale could ever narrate  a love so true.

We used to send notes writing down all of our feelings,
letters and emails, tweets and hundreds of texts.
Our story really gave the word "Love" a whole new meaning,
and even today you are still stuck in my head.

Even though I'm here, and you're somewhere else,
I still live my life sighing your name in my breath.
I wish I could find you; I wish I could embrace you,
and tell you that I will love you until my demise and death.

I stood strong in life but your absence has made me weak,
I never cared about much but your absence has destroyed my peace.
I can't smile the way I used to unless you come back to me,
My beloved, I'm waiting for you for however long I will breathe.

   I'm bleeding
               and crying,
                        I'm defeated,
                            and forever sighing.
                                             Your name,
                                                 I'm in pain,
                                                     nothing but rain,
                                                          losing hope.
                                                             A dying soul,
                                                               growing old.

Saturday, 6 December 2014

Deaf, Dumb and Blind

I think I've lost my ability to write,
I can no longer tell what is wrong and what is right.
My heart is dumb,
my thoughts are blind,
and my soul is deaf without sound or mind.
Oblivious to the world;  sorrowful words,
I bleed internally and it's how sorrow will hurt.
Regrets and remorse since the day of my birth,
and today I will never understand what my life is worth.
A paradox unfathomable; paradigms ever shifting and changing,
the world is always evolving and the flames are forever blazing.
Memories that we keep of old I try erasing,
but the pain is infinite and the torment enslaves me.
Many a time I see the shadow of a cloaked figure,
All black from head to toe and with boney fingers.
Claiming lives as it floats by; and with only one name it goes by,
Death is the one thing we fear most and the fear lingers.
Even my words cry from losing it's serenaded rhythm,
a heart that is trapped in a levitating prison.
There used to be a time when the stars would listen,
but now they too just stand by and merely glisten.
What did I envision from a world so dead with monotony,
leaders in wealth competing for the biggest monopoly.
I feel all this weight that burdens me on top of me,
and it's dividing like the masses and colonies.
Yet there remains no honesty and people find this a comedy,
no one abides by laws and policies and they let slip the economy.
And we've lost all modesty; it seems we're losing quality,
And for each and every soul life is an odyssey.
There is meaning in what I write and my prosody,
and I want the same quality in my future progeny.
It seems in todays world no soul can have a colloquy,
Nothing but chaos and havoc; this time is an atrocity.
I pray for serenity and for the peace of my mind,
for a better world in which I feel I can write.
I've lost my sight and I have become blind,
And I pray for a cure because no longer do I wish to cry

Friday, 14 November 2014

You Never Cared

I feel alone tonight remembering your promises,
the whispers of your lies escape from my orifices.
You told me you'd be there; you told me you cared,
realising it now you never really knew what being honest is.

I remember how we used to talk every day and every night,
And you used to comfort me and make it feel alright.
I had hope in you; I felt like I could trust you with my secrets,
but I never knew that you would poison me with your lies.

Sometimes I found comfort in remembering how it used to be,
those venomous words; you couldn't speak the truth to me.
You told me you'd always be there when I needed you,
yet I still felt alone and that's all you proved to me.

You were the only hope I had that would let me live,
I thought maybe I would actually find my eternal bliss.
Yet you broke me when I finally learnt the truth,
You never really cared; you don't know what a friend is.

I believed in your promises; the deceit that you fed me,
and today I regret and wish that you never met me.
Remorse fills my heart over a faux friendship you built,
And it'll fade away just like how you would forget me,

You never really cared; You never gave a damn,
you curiosity never really wanted to know I am.
You never wanted to be a friend; your intentions were fake,
and in the end you was nothing more than a fraud and a scam.

Wednesday, 12 November 2014


I was always crowded with my insecurities,
I hated what I saw when I started at my reflection.
It was like the reality always had a complex of inferiority,
And I felt the lowest hating the mirrors deception.

A desire to be loved is normal; a desire to feel joy,
but it seems that all of my dreams will only be destroyed.
I can't find the screams in the depth of my voice,
drowning in misery because of the lack of choice.

I'm suffering from the cold breaths of death,
running down my spine in the form of a shiver.
Struggling thoughts at war in the battlefield of my head,
and the echoes of silence seem to linger.

Write something,
My passion has left me.

My world seems to be crashing down around me,
the shadows of the devil seemed to have found me.
Torturing my thoughts with rhetoric and doubt,
I'm oblivious to the realities; it's sights and sounds.

It's finished,
My rhythm diminished.
No more words,
It's left this world.

My life has gone,
I can't hear the songs.
My heart beats no more,
And I can't find an open door.

Let me be, set me free,
Let me see; let me breathe.
My soul is in chains,
And love runs through my veins.
can you hear the rain?
Love is pain.

Wednesday, 5 November 2014

Heal My Soul

My soul is in need of healing; bereft of emotion and feeling,
drowning in sorrow defeated; what is left is still bleeding.
Yet my heart is still beating; a life is what I needed,
I lived in a time when the stars were speaking.

I feel hollow like the interior of a dying tree,
what I used to be can never again set me free.
Ridden by despair and haunted by grief,
forever doubting in my heart that there will ever be peace.

Questions unanswered invade and shadow my dreams,
creeping upon me whilst I lay in my sleep.
Nothing ever is exactly how they should seem,
as I continue to drown in my misery so deep

Regrets and remorse taunt me like inner demons,
and they do not stray; I have not the strength to leave them.
The devil does not play; he captures the freeman,
yet we doubt all of it simply because we haven't seen them.

We allow pain to swallow us to it's very depths,
a darkness engulfing us to our very death.
We lose our identities to the thoughts that plague us,
and we fought life without a clue on what fate was.

When the past catches up; old melodies are played,
and then we remember the things that we forgot to say.
Torturing us through memories we want to erase,
And dying away like the corpses decay.

Friday, 31 October 2014

Fix My Broken Heart

My heart can't break anymore; the last piece has fallen,
No one can fix it now; my tears are falling.
A pain unbearable to any soul; silent screams,
No one can hear it or see the same violent dreams.

My cries are unheard; my sighs fade into words,
and slowly as I drift into my sorrows I question this world.
My heart is screaming yet no one seems to hear it,
and the darkness is approaching yet no one fears it.

Empty inside sapped of all joy; nothing is left,
it's like life has left; my mind and soul are dead.
I gasp for air as I lay in my bed; dying thoughts in my head,
could this possibly be the end?

I want to die; I want to cry,
I'm tired of the lies; I'm too tired to try.
I've suffered way too much to understand what's right,
I've become blind and surely lost sight.

I'm crying but it seems no ones there to catch my tears,
I'm losing my identity to the depths of my fears.
My dreams fade and my nightmares are becoming real,
Broken and no one will ever understand how I feel.

I feel numb in the shadows of the night that whisper,
A shudder runs down my spine like the frost of winter.
I'm broken and I reside in a place where silence lingers,
The flame has burn out and all that remains are cinders.

I'm forced to my knees; no one will hear my pleas,
stirred in emotional disaster; when will I find peace?
My hands up to pray; Dear God give me better days,
I can't bear it anymore; my heart has broken it's way. 

Fix my broken heart; I can't bear it anymore.
Fix my broken heart; I can't hear it anymore.

Blind Man In Love

I would gladly give my life to see whom I hold dear,
l'd never thought I'd find love when it was my biggest fear.
I've always been blind since birth without sight in my eyes,
yet I'm infatuated by what you are and you stay in my mind.

I don't want to touch your face to understand your beauty,
Sometimes I'd rather keep the secret alive like the winds that hue me.
yet the other half of my soul remorses over my lack of vision,
but I am not in misery because at least the stars listen.

Many people say that I could not love because I cannot see,
yet I'm here helplessly in love with the woman that set me free.
People pity me and show sympathy to my lack of sight,
yet can't understand that even I cry at night.

I cry because I don't have what everybody else has,
I can't see my present, or my future nor remember my past.
Some say it is a defect; but sometimes it can be a gift,
because I can listen closely to the ambience that finds my bliss.

It is not beauty that has me love struck and makes my heart beat,
It is the affection she gave me since the day she met me.
I can hear the stars speak; and she has become a part of me,
and with her love she envelops me and infects me.

I hope maybe you will realise no sight isn't just a defect,
It is a door with possibilities and today I have no regrets.
I found love without sight; this mean love needs no eyes,
It is a bond of the hearts; love is not at first sight

Wednesday, 29 October 2014

Echoes Of Silence

My hopeless sighs are fading into echoes of silence,
my thoughts die out like the lights that were once brightened.
My heart and mind struggling in a conflict of violence,
now my shadows haunt me; when before I would fight them.

Nobody can find me; I'm lost in eternal doubt,
A mystery forever a mystery when there is no sight or sound.
I'm residing in a place where I'm certain I can never be found,
slowly decaying and drifting away in the skies like the clouds.

My life has no purpose now there is no value; it is worthless,
remembering once when I had an idea on what the world was.
Sinking into the memories of the times when I could smile,
now it seems like everything out there just wants to hurt us.

I can't find my balance or where I'm supposed to be,
I find no comfort in family or those who are close to me.
My identity snatched away from my very being,
And destroyed are my dreams of everything I ever hoped to be.

If pain could be put into a string of words,
the dictionary itself would feel the way it hurts.
I've forgotten everything I value and my self worth,
and without doubt it is certain we live in a cruel world.

So why are my screams unheard by those who can hear,
why are people able to live their lives without restraint or fear?
I bleed from every orifice even from my very soul,
yet death is the very same thing that people revere.

A vortex of unknown disparity, no more clarity,
Unfolding into a void evolving into violence
We dream up fantasies; and ignore the realities,
And we listen to the echoes of silence.

Friday, 24 October 2014

Please Listen

The misery of the dark shadows seem to plague me,
I'm living a life wherein it seems even my family hate me.
This vortex of emotions stirring seems so crazy lately,
It's like the devil on my left is working to break me,

No one wants to listen when I pour all of my heart out,
silent screams that can diminish the moon and the stars' sound,
I'm haunted internally by hell; taunted infernally from what my past tells,
A mind clouded by rhetorics and questions enforced with growing doubt.

No one can hear my screams so should I whisper?
it's cold where I am as if it's already winter.
I live in a place where even the echoes linger,
it's where my soul dwells; there used to be a flame,
now all that remains are it's ashes and cinders.

The night sky was my friend; it would listen,
I could share all my secrets and the stars would glisten.
I was free to breathe; I could find my inner peace,
now it seems that this pain will never cease.

No one wants to understand that even I will cry,
I don't write without reason; even I will gasp a sigh.
Yet I extrude no tears; It seems I'm diminished and dry,
and my reflection is wishing that the rest of me would  die.

My heart is broken and I was always left hoping,
And that hope relied on the cigarettes I was smoking.
I will never share my feelings again with anyone for as long as I live,
I learnt keeping your heart locked away is the only way to bliss.

Thursday, 23 October 2014

A Stranger's Sonnet

Your eyes grace the stars with humility in awe,
a glimmer and sparkle; such as never seen before.
Your eyes like diamonds from heaven in the skies that soar,
A majestic magnificence that defies the earth's laws.

If the moon in full radiance could prostrate to you,
If the sun could sing songs of this glorious truth,
If the heavens would split asunder for losing you,
the melodies on the harps of angels will forever play their tunes.

I speak little but envision greatly in words that I write,
recording the rhythms in a heartbeat in first sight and in first light.
My pen runs only on the inspiration it can use as ink,
and with you I can keep writing without a moment to think.

You transcended spontaneously; I was taken back infamously,
Never have I ever set eyes upon a poet who extruded so radiantly.
Though we've only just met; I say words I never regret,
and in the essence of honesty I'm glad that we met.

Not many people can speak the language of the heart,
yet you speak it fluently as if amongst the very stars.
You conjure up some of the most magical verses,
And you understand perfectly exactly what this world is.

Salute, you humble me with your gift.
And with those talents I hope to share in your bliss.
I stay humble ever searching for evanesence and peace,
and in poetry I find I can always smile with ease.

Sunday, 19 October 2014

If My Heart Could Speak

I have never been so lost that I couldn't find my path,
I've misplaced my direction stuck in the past.
Questioning my character and all that I'm meant to be,
and how long this pain could possibly last.

My smiles have been taken from me; my heart in pieces,
my pen writing faded words; I no longer understand what peace is.
My dreams are now nightmares and my will has been defeated,
love is a beautiful lie and I was a fool who believed it.

My world has coming crashing down on everything I desired,
I've lost my passion in this life and It feels like I've retired.
Everything I dreamed of; Everything was just a fantasy,
nightmares become reality because I'm living in agony. 

If my heart could speak words it would surely bleed,
echoes of pain heard in every rhyme that it feels.
If my heart could speak words there would be no end,
an infinite story of sorrow without a moment or breath.

 I can't cry because It's dry and I don't trust my eyes,
till the skies I believed every single word that you lied.
I tried but I was infatuated and blind; I ignored doubts in my mind,
And gave you all that I was in heart and in sight.

I've lost my identity; I don't know who I'm meant to be,
you've taken it and destroyed what was my destiny.
You wasn't meant for me; more like an enemy,
yet I adored you like a fan with their beloved celebrities.

I'm on my knees and it's only God that can hear my pleas,
the world is deaf and unaware that sorrow can never cease.
A broken heart can never truly be healed; or revive the things that we feel,
and our identity is our soul; It chips away like the blood we lose when we bleed.

Tuesday, 14 October 2014

You're Just A Memory

Today is the first day that passed without thought of you,
no more remorse over the fact that I fought for you.
I can finally breathe without sighing your poisonous name,
and not recalling the days we spent together in the rain.

You're just a memory; clearly we never had a destiny,
You weren't meant for me; it just wasn't meant to be.
so just let me be; forget me and just let me breathe,
I'll remember you so stop talking and just remember me,

You're just a memory; let go and please just set me free,
verily it was love but not enough to be a story or a legacy.
We weren't Romeo and Juliet; a story endorsed by celebrities,
we were just a normal couple who had friends and enemies.

You're just a memory; and without you life has given me serenity,
through a burden free way of living; I possess no miseries. 
Did you believe in fate? That it was you that kept me be?
I refuse in controlling what is meant to be; so just let me be.

You're just a memory; give up and go your separate way,
it will never go back to the way it was like it was those days.
You're just a memory; stay out of my life and out of my mind,
I can see with my eyes now; in love I was blind.

You're just a memory; so stay as a memory,
let me forget peacefully that you weren't meant for me.
You're just a memory; you was never my destiny,
so let me be; because it was never meant to be

Wednesday, 8 October 2014

Enliven Me

There wasn't a day wherein I hadn't prayed,
Dear God put an eternal smile on this face.
A broken heart that seemed unable to repair,
after fighting a life of misery and infinite despair.

I woke up the following morning simply not knowing,
what was to occur; I simply let the day keep flowing.
An angel entered my life as bright as the sun at it's zenith,
with a heavenly aura and smile that seemed to never stop glowing.

When we started talking my heart was rejuvenated,
my eyes struck in awe; was I hallucinating?
Eyes like diamonds from the sands of a golden paradise,
I find myself smiling again after being so emotionally paralysed.

Colours were brought to my world again with her resplendent grace,
I simply have no words to describe her elegant and beautiful face.
The beats in my heart are as fast as they once were before terror fell,
now I feel a joy in my heart today as I have once never felt.

I never thought I'd find joy or a smile again in my life,
yet she arrived and became my guiding light.
A feeling unexplainable; indescribable; I can't find the words,
from a stranger on twitter; within a second my entire world.

A letter from happiness that has engulfed me once again,
thank you for removing all of my sorrows and darkened pain.
Oh radiant moon, your beauty knows no bounds or limits,
and my heart wishes that you come over and visit.

Today you come and enlivened everything that was once dead,
from my smile; my beating heart to my whispering breath.
Today I've smiled again after an eternity had passed,
you've enriched my present and now I'll forget my past.

I have no words to describe your beauty that captures me,
those hypnotic eyes cause my heart to jog and raptures me.
Your grace is praiseworthy amongst both worlds that exist,
but in this world it is only you that is my eternal bliss.

Tuesday, 30 September 2014

A Father's Tears

My happiness is soaring and reaching eternal joy,
because the heavens have blessed me with a little boy.
The stars are singing of his day of birth,
and the winds whispered when he entered this world.

My son; my little baby taking his first breath of life,
my treasure; the apple to my glimmering eyes.
My dreams of being a father have today been granted,
and the odes bless my son; the ones the angels have chanted.

I could never be happier in my life for days to come,
alas I can finally say I have someone after me; my son.
Who will take after me; take example from what I teach him,
and he will become a figure whom everyone shall believe in

But the sun is dying and the winds lose their voice,
and the day grows cold while the magic is destroyed.
Why is it that I can no longer hear him breathing?
And why is it that his heart is no longer beating?

Who is that at the doorway; a crooked cloaked figure,
and he'a pointing towards me with a bone for a finger.
"Your son will not live for I have taken him,
And henceforth you shall always regret making him"

Suddenly the world has frozen around me,
my ear's reject all sound; my mind denies all doubts that found me.
My heart crumbling away; the darkness enveloping the day,
because I can no longer hear my son's wails.

He's dead. He's been taken away from my hands
and I don't want to believe; he never had a chance.
My heart is screaming the pain I dare not let loose,
For hell shall die of its reputation because of this truth.

Death will show no mercy even to the toddlers just born,
Like the lightning amidst the evilest of storms.
My tears flow like the mountain streams to rivers,
this pain is so unbearable; my joy has been hindered.
It's colder in this room; colder than the winter that lingers,
I just want to be burnt alive in the flames and the cinders.

Today my life no longer has a meaning,
and these questions; who were they deceiving?
The one who was preaching or the one who was believing,
in the end we will all be bleeding in our feelings.

My purpose has been taken away; my pride destroyed,
My joy has been sapped by the darkness without choice.
My tears are dry; no water remains inside for me to cry,
I bleed through my orifices asking God to let me die.
For there is no tomorrow that I ever wish to see,
and forever in misery I shall be as long as I am me.

Monday, 22 September 2014

Whispering Heartbeats

In the cold dark silence I seem to hear something faint,
even with the winds cries and pelting of the swift rain.
I seem to be able to hear it wherever I am; wherever I go,
like a voice inside my head that tells me yes or no.

My every thought seems to be communicating with me,
and those heartbeats grow stronger and seem to lift me.
It seems my heart is whispering secrets my mind rejects,
a melody of love composing  but for my mind it is a defect.

If i let loose my pen to record these hollowed words,
would I still live to be able to see tomorrow's world?
Were I to spill out the contents of my aching heart,
would you be able to comprehend the whispers of the stars?

These throbs that I feel; it was just heartbeats whispering,
a rhythm of the soul; a composition of love lingering.
These thoughts that pass through the valleys of my mind,
doubts that cloud my emotions and force my eyes blind.

Spasms in my arteries when thoughts of her invade,
her beauty painted in the gallery of my heart incased. 
My soul shivers to the rhythm playing; the silent song,
and I hear my heartbeats whisper that love can never be wrong.

The world is just a prison to those who never listen,
greedily living to their own rules casting aside visions. 
Love rules those who have a heart; those who learned to feel,
and slowly through infatuation it will overwhelm everything that is real.

And you will hear the whispers of your heartbeats...

Thursday, 18 September 2014

Love And Hate

I'm struggling;I'm fumbling; my heart is torn in two,
And my mind is confused and afraid of the truth.
I don't know what to believe anymore; I'm lost,
It seems everything that we once had is now gone.

Yet I know that I will never let go of what we have,
even if what he had has slipped into the past.
You're pushing me away with your lies and deceit,
And for some reason I'd still rather hold belief.

Maybe it's because I love you more than I hate you,
And my love has always been the one to elevate you.
I revered you more than my own life and joy,
And gave you all that I was; all that's expected from a boy.

We took this journey together with our hands in hands,
Fingers in each other's empty spaces; you made me a man.
We grew up together and nurtured the love we that cherished,
and now it seems that magic we once had has now perished.

You lied and you deceived me; yet to me I pulled you close to
I could see it in your eyes; you cheated but I still wanted to hold you.
Today I stand; my heart completely confused,
Whether I hate you or I love you; I'm far from the truth.

I don't want to see you but I don't want you to leave,
and It pains me to say that you were once my joy and peace.
Why is it you defaulted on your oaths and promises,
because I thought I had fallen in love with your honesty.

Why am I stuck on a thin line between love and hate,
Why am I stuck on choosing my own fate?