Saturday, 17 December 2016

The Beauty Of Day

During the hour of birth, the sun rises like a phoenix,
majestic in all of it's glory extruding a heat we're all feeling.
As it reaches its zenith, it paints the skies orange then blue,
and it's a wonder that makes us grateful that we are living and breathing.

The morning we call it, hours of bliss and peace,
birds taking flight while the trees dance with the breeze.
The universe is a miracle we could never understand how it came to be,
sometimes even reality can seem as though it is a dream.

The clouds look like cushions designed for those that dwell in the skies,
a resting point for the wings that cleave the air in flight.
and the sun at it's peak, we couldn't want a warmer light,
such beauty forever unappreciated through our eyes.

And as the sun lays to slumber, the colours change in ambience,
like the clouds hiding the thunder in minutes of transience.
Coming into light a blackness fused with shades of blue,
Here, even the greatest philosopher shall fail in sapience.

The stars shine like lanterns embedded into a blanket,
one that stretched across the universe, wandering like a bandit.
Celestial galaxies, silk like milky ways and marbles we call planets,
 a beauty unfathomable far beyond the dreams we are having.

On which edge of the universe can we find divine gates,
of which, on entering shall find us in heavenly place.
Through the billions of night lamps, new memories our minds taste,
far beyond comprehension of mortals is the entire creation that God made.

Saturday, 3 December 2016

Lost Love

You were the sun rising majestically at dawn,
the skies painted blue when the morning is born.
You were the rainbow breaking through after the storms,
the beautiful rose found after climbing up the thorns.

You were the diamond I found from a million stones,
the only name that I liked seeing on my fully charged phone.
You were my wonder of the world like the millennium dome,
but now I'm stuck here writing poems alone at home.

I gave you everything you ever wanted from an infatuated lover,
I spoilt you with love and materialistic things and all of the others.
When I was with you I never dared to once look at another,
you were the kind of girl I wanted to introduce to my mother.

You were the star I wished upon during the hour of twilight,
I had never seen anything more beautiful than you in my eyes.
It's like I was walking through a tunnel and you were a bright light,
right at the end and then suddenly I found you at my side.

How did I lose you to another when I tried my very best,
I tried to make you smile every time with every text.
Roses and chocolates, teddy bears and jewellery,
and still you make me wonder where the century went.

I still have our memories, the ones we made together,
It's funny how I thought that our love would be forever.
Only, it was I that was in love and you really never,
and in the end I felt like nothing after every endeavour.

It's okay, I shall lay here in the pieces you left me in,
while you forget I existed I still have the memories you blessed me with.
And how easy it is for you provokes me, it makes me think,
what did I mean to you? what was the point of everything we did?

Friday, 2 December 2016

The Syrian Child

Bomb after bomb,
screaming and bleeding.
All the buildings are gone
silhouettes are visible
while the dust is receding.

A myriad of infinite lifeless corpses
as the earth is stained with their blood.
The world leaders are but snorting
as my brethren are falling in the dust.

Mothers are crying for their sons,
for their daughters lost in between.
The world still has it's back turned
while they watch tv and songs are sung.
It is we who are suffering, getting burned,
bodies piling up  near a crimson ravine.

New borns losing life before it started,
their screams are the background noise.
Will nobody take pity, it's all a darkness,
can't anybody hear our dying voice?

We no longer have a place to call home,
it is but damaged rubble on the ground.
We have nothing left, and no more hope,
the one slaughtering us is evil and proud.

You're not the ones used to seeing a painted red,
while you sit lavishly in your peaceful houses.
It is not your world filled with nothing but pain and death,
you are enjoying life with your siblings and spouses.

Everyday a son dies, a daughter dies, a mother dies,
a father dies, husband dies, a wife dies, a friend dies,
there is nothing but pools of blood in front of our eyes,
there is nothing but dark grey clouds and jet fighters in the skies.

How long will our screams remain silent till you hear it,
how long will our blood be spilt until you see it?
There's nothing of my home anymore, I have always feared it,
but the world will stay blind while we continue bleeding.

How will you answer for my dead mother and father,
who will wipe my tears away now when life gets harder?

How will you answer for my lifeless brother and sister,
a mutilated body and they're missing a few fingers.

How will you answer for the babies who died on their first day,
not even a week in the world because you took them away.

How will you answer for destroying the home of a people,
was it the result of your nature, the result of your evil?

In The Stars

It's been so many years and I still wonder how you are,
why is it that I still see your face whenever I look at the stars?
And in that moment all our memories flood through my heart,
an overwhelming whirlpool of emotions that makes breathing hard.

After so many years here I find myself still thinking of you,
thinking of what was and what could have been If I fought.
Regrets haunting me of how weak I was and avoided the truth,
and now I seem to be losing myself every time that I pause.

Remembering those days, the magical moments on the balconies,
staring into your beautiful eyes and in them I only found me.
Love had embraced us and it made me believe you were bound to me,
and in silence I could hear the songs of my heart when you were around me.

Remember how we paraded through town with our hands locked together,
It was my happiest memory and those days I believed this love was forever.
It was like the world was watching as I cherished you as my treasure,
making you smile was my priority and the result of my every endeavour.

Remember when our lips met for the first time and it was beyond magic,
like we flew to the doors of heaven shrouded by a divine bliss.
An unforgettable feeling so losing you to my weakness was beyond tragic,
to rewind time back to those days is my one and only greatest wish.

I wake up in the mornings still remembering holding you in my arms,
to feel the comfort of your body pressed so tightly against mine.
Remembering a promise I made to keep you away from all harm,
and now you've gone away, this wasn't that oath I had in my mind.

Two years later, and my heart still weeps for your gentle touch,
the smile that used to melt me even when I thought my soul was frozen.
Those moments when I stared into your eyes so full of a heavenly love,
dreams and memories they remain and reality leaves me broken.

I was destroyed in the first instance I realised that you were gone,
your shadow lingered as did the feeling of the touch of your fingers.
My heart won't move from place, the person I was is now dead and lost,
locked away in a corner, writing away through the cold fells of winter.

Wednesday, 30 November 2016

A Dead Soul

Bloodshot eyes with blatant signs of fatigue,
bags that cradle the sockets that have leaked often.
This is the face of someone who just wants some peace,
as pale as death while he continues choking and coughing.

His tears are dried out yet his heart continues to ache,
a silent scream that shatters all boundaries of the world.
No one left to question about this infinite pain.
his fate has left him silent without anymore words.

Sipping on his coffee during the monotonous mornings,
No beauty found in the reflection of his eyes.
An empty person with a heart that's forever mourning,
and his shell is slowly corroding, eventually all of him will die.

He sits alone in his room, his fan blowing wind,
the air caresses his face as he stares blankly at the ceiling.
No thought invades his mind, it's blank,
It's like the person he was is kneeling and bleeding.

A shallow shell, a broken heart and a mind gone dark,
what is left of his identity as his memories too fade?
Overwhelmed by depression, and engulfed is his heart,
was this always deemed to be his very fate?

He remains but the shadow of the person he once stood as,
a blank expression claims his face and stays just as dead.
Some say that his heart is dying and is as good as,
Dead, there's nothing left, no more whispers in his head.

Friday, 18 November 2016

Bleeding Poetry

My heartbeats are slowly dying,
It's rhythms are fading away.
I've finally given up on trying,
the sun won't rise again on a new day.

My heart continues to crack like ice,
enduring torment till it can no longer cope.
No one can understand the story
that is hidden behind the tears in my eyes.

A bleeding heart, a screaming heart,
yet silent to the world it remains.
The fearing stars are fleeing far,
each light blown out like candle flames.

The cries of a dying heart tend to echo,
It pierces the veil of reality and life.
Reaching the boundaries of the universe; it bellows,
and it beckons so much so that devils begin to cry.

The angels take pity and the heavens weep,
the moon is distraught and the sun feels cold.
A tremble that could even catch death in his sleep,
a tremor that could quake our very souls.

my tears are extinguishing the light in the skies,
and washes away the colour that the sun had painted.
Reverting life back to black and white; a ghastly sigh,
this sorrow travels and touches all that it has tainted.

This heart is shattered into so many tiny pieces,
It has become impossible to become whole again.
Emotions no longer contained, the host is defeated,
this threatening screech has driven my soul away.

You'll find me still but just as a hollow shell,
the life inside me evaporated as my heart broke.
I lived in this world inside the dome of my sorrow's hell,
and I lost to the devil and thus the stars have flown.

There is no happiness within the smile that you see,
it remains an act of habit that contains no feeling.
My thoughts are empty, I am no longer as you knew me,
but still you'll find my tears leaking and my poetry bleeding.

Monday, 14 November 2016

You're Ugly

Hey you, yes you. You're ugly,
don't come near me, stay away from me.
Every word that they say, it hurts me,
they've no idea what they do when they judge me.

Nobody likes you, nobody will love you.
You're hideous, how can anyone ever trust you?
Words I have heard every day of my life,
and it was worser than me just getting cussed too.

I have lived every day of my life feeling alone,
being alone, crying alone, it's all I've ever known.
This world is cruel and the truth is nobody cares,
that's why I don't go out, that's why I stay home.

No one understands what it's like to be me,
living in a reality where no one wants to see me.
No friends to comfort, a family that pays no attention,
and it's so bad that even my shadow wants to be free.

I don't have a comforting hand to catch my tears,
instead I drown in them and I drown in my fears.
I dream of a friend, and I wish they could be here,
but it will only be a dream and it will never be real.

What's the point of living, what's the point in trying,
nobody will be there on the day that I'm dying.
If my shadow can leave me, then nobody needs me,
false hopes fluctuate through my breaths when I'm sighing.

I sent a letter to death now I'm waiting for an answer,
It's time put it all to rest now, my soul is terminal like cancer.
My heartbeat is dead, my mind has left, my soul is gone,
I'm just waiting for death's knock on my door
but it honestly couldn't come any faster.

Sunday, 13 November 2016

Saving Grace

my world was so dark and so grey,
before you came and coloured it with your smile.
It was losing life through the nights and days,
but then you arrived and filled it again with your light

I only knew how to shed tears from a breaking heart,
but you fixed it with grace and everything was alright.
I had lost hope from a moonless night and fading stars,
but your beauty changed that and the universe was revived.

It was like I was drowning in every one of my sorrows,
i was gasping for air in a world filled with hate.
I fell to my knees in tears without a hope for tomorrow,
every day is written for us, every day is another chapter of fate.

It was you that saved me, filling up a shell left so hollow,
extinguishing the flame of a mighty fire that blazed.
Every day pushed me to the edge with every strife that followed,
Lost in my ways as there was no answer whenever I prayed.

Then you came along and changed everything that was wrong,
you saved me from the depths and offered me a hand.
And because of you, my head was filled with a new song,
you're a miracle that I'm struggling so hard to understand.

You're the cure to my misery, the healing I've been seeking,
a new rhythm to my heartbeat that almost died.
You're like a bandage that stops the wound from bleeding,
whenever I look at you, you will be able to see heaven in my eyes.

I am so emotionally attached that losing this bond would break me,
fears of losing you fill my every thought while I lay to sleep.
This bond is also the very same that remade me.
the peace I have always searched for in life and in dreams.

Friday, 11 November 2016

Voices Of Freedom

You will never silence our voices,
You will never take away our choices.
We stand united, hand in hand,
against hatred and evil, we protest.

Nation with nation, under one banner,
we are all representatives of humanity.
We will not fall to your injustice's hammer,
you are not this country's hope;
you are mankind's greatest calamity.

Dividing our races with your speeches of hate,
dividing the places with the bleeding of a race.
What kind of monster could possibly be a leader,
so despicable are many of the statements that you've made.

You cannot make America great, it'll be greater without you,
A truly united nation and that's without a doubt too.
From the Muslims you oppress, the LBGT community you oppress,
the hispanics you oppress, the women you oppress,
It is a consensus that it's better that your voice is put to rest.

United we stand, and divided we fall,
and being divided is exactly your call.
But united we stand and united we stay,
and one day soon your tyranny shall fall.

Just A Game

The skies were blue before his life had changed,
the moon would still set at the end of each day.
He used to live life to it's fullest even in the rains,
Oh he was so oblivious to what was to come, an ignited flame.

The sun was at it's brightest the very day he met her,
to him, she was his muse and the most beautiful girl ever.
He fell in love with the pleasure, he thought he'd love her forever,
and he submitted his soul to her, his heart he had surrendered.

Memories they created on balconies and in many gardens,
eyes connected in love defying all boundaries and margins.
She was his queen, she ruled his heart with persistent sovereign,
she became a thought that would never once leave his conscience.

She was the song that his heart would beat in rhythms,
this infatuation changed his entire mental state and system.
His friends knew he was entranced and became one of cupid's victims,
while he declared his love so loudly that the stars would listen.

He wanted to spend his life with her so he proposed,
he just wanted to prove that it was he that loved her most.
Yet to the idea of marriage it seems she was opposed,
and thus she refused with the most reluctant "No".

He was devastated and his mind filled with floods of confusion,
hastily trying to figure out an answer, some kind of conclusion.
And suddenly he started to feel less than he was subhuman,
sudden realisation hit him that her love had always remained unproven.

So he asked her if she ever loved him the same,
did the feelings ever exist after she made that claim?
The reply she gave him overwhelmed him with pain,
she said she thought it was funny to play with his flame.

She dropped the heart he gave her and it shattered,
the truth was that his love never really once mattered.
It was just a game to her and she stabbed him with a dagger,
and once it hurt him, she turned and walked away right after.

He was destroyed; disintegrating from the inside out,
he was speechless, and no word could escape his mouth.
But the scream was loud even though there was no sound,
his mind became heavy as he looked down to the ground.

He dropped to his knees tears falling from his face like rain,
each droplet able to extinguish the mightiest of flames.
It was like his strength had been bound forever by chains,
he had nothing left, nothing but the remains of his name.

The blue skies had lost it's colour and it was suddenly a grey world,
everything became black and white as if death roamed the earth.
The sun never to rise again during the morning's birth,
his pain was loud but the scream remained unheard.

His heart was gone so his soul now wanted to leave,
his mind was in chaos never again to find peace.
Questions invading his thoughts as to why he continues to breathe,
so he get's back up to continue walking down the street.

After walking so many miles and now so far from home,
he read all his messages one more time on his phone.
It broke him again to be driven back to the only thing he's known,
Solitude. His entire life he had always been alone.

One voice in his head now haunts his every thought,
A suggestion was whispered that causes him to pause.
Tears flowing like streams down his cheeks and across his jaws,
it's time to let go, he said. It's time to end this war.

He then walked across the road so that he'd be hit by a car,
he couldn't bare it anymore, he was tormented by a missing heart.
A speeding vehicle finally hit him and suddenly his world became dark,
he smiled one last time because he knew it was time to depart.

Love was nothing but a game she played when she was bored,
and invited cupid's victims in to her open door.
To this day she remains unaware of what she had caused,
time pass was all he was, the only thing that she saw.

He fell in love yet it was the thing that ended his life,
a punishment for simply dreaming of making her his wife.
He was already poisoned but again stabbed so deep with a knife,
and no one could ever possibly understand what was in his eyes.

A letter was found in the hand of his lifeless corpse,
his blood stained the streets as found in investigating reports.
It was in his writing addressed to the girl who manipulated his thoughts,
his friends drenched in tears when they read it without pause.

It read:

I fell in love with you but it just wasn't enough,
why did you let me fall just to break my trust.
You played with my emotions and gave me hopes of us,
even though you knew you would one day leave me crushed.

what did you hope to gain in breaking every piece of my heart,
what did you want from throwing me back into the dark?
I gave you my life only for you to just rip it apart,
I guess this was your plan right from the very start.

I hope you're happy because I've lost my will to live,
you never appreciated any of the love I wanted to give.
My life was doomed the moment I tasted the poison in your kiss,
I guess it's just better for me to cut into each of my wrists.

I truly loved you and it was more than you ever deserved,
before you, I was always alone and always reserved.
It was a lonely life and it was only my solitude I served,
you built a flame inside of me and It was I that got burnt.

I can't live another day like this so I'm just going to end it,
my life had always been false just the way you pretended.
My blood is going to be on your hands, remember the pain you cemented,
I hope you're happy, this is the result of everything you intended.

Don't let someone fall in love if you don't intend to catch them,
Love isn't a game to play, it's the strongest ppassion.

Friday, 4 November 2016

The Girl On The Bus

there she arrives so elegantly,
hair browner than chocolate.
A beauty so divine and so heavenly,
the fear inside I can't seem to stop it.

I just want to go over and say hi,
because she's got me distracted.
She's the reason I turn my eyes,
but I'm too scared, tis what her impact is.

She looks like Camila from fifth harmony,
my favourite from the group of five.
Her voice is the life in my arteries,
and she looks like her, why can't I say Hi?

I'm frozen inside with fear just thinking it,
social anxiety will destroy a man.
Day dreams of writing her a poem,
and it seems like I'm singing it.

I just wanna be a friend,
but she's probably got plenty.
And I'll stay scared till the end
living with this feeling so empty.

Social anxiety, my bane and my curse
and everyday it just seems to get worse.
It's making a hell out of this horrid world,
I'm a poet who can't even say the words.

Wednesday, 26 October 2016

Dispersed Mind

Damaged and broken,

that's how you left me.

Shattered in the moment,

I'm deep in my sorrow

yet my heartbeats are empty.

My mind is dispersed,

my thoughts are scattered.

You said those words

like I never really mattered.

I doubted my doubts

but you still stabbed me 

 with the sharpest dagger.

I gave you all of who I tried to be,

I spent my entire life trying to build me.

How was I meant to know,

that I was supposed to see,

that you would be the one to kill me?

I trusted you without hesitation,

cause your love was my medication.

The sickness I suffered, you cured it,

but you have turned out to be 

the reason that I'm left devastated. 

A heart is the most fragile thing,

it breaks so much quicker than glass.

Nothing made me happier

than your last smile did,

but you knew this bond wouldn't last.

You could hear a snakes hiss

but yours was ever silent.

You faked being my fates gift,

I wonder how you managed to hide it. 

It was like you poisoned me in my sleep,

while I was seeing you in my very dreams.

You became the devil I feared,

I could feel the sting in my tears,

It's true; they say nothing is as they seem.

Damaged and broken,

that's how you left me.

None of my doors are open,

fearing for tomorrow

yet I still hope that you'll text me.

Thursday, 20 October 2016

Whispering Stars

I'm so scared to tell you

that I'm so in love with you.

I'm scared that you'll say,

"I thought I trusted you".

I'm scared to open my heart,

and let my emotions run wild.

Causing a whisper in the stars,

the reflection and sparkle in my eyes.

All I ever see is you,

when I'm awake or asleep.

All I ever do is miss you,

wether it's now or in my dreams.

I fell in love with you and I know,

we're just friends and nothing more.

But I was weak and I let myself go,

now you're always stuck in my thoughts.

Your fair skin, your beautiful eyes,

the way that you're caring,

and how you've brightened my life,

sometimes I can't help it

and I can stop myself from staring.

Your make up is always on point,

my heart has made you it's choice.

It gets so bad sometimes that

even in silence, I'm hearing your voice.

I've fallen in love with my best friend,

and I'm always waiting for your next text.

I've never said that I've been blessed yet,

but who falls in love with their best friend?

You're in my mind, you're in my heart,

you're in my life, 

can you hear the whispers from the stars?

It's a new start, you're a light in the dark,

And now you are my life.

Sunday, 16 October 2016

Locked Away

I'm locked away inside myself,

no rope to escape, I'm stuck in my hell.

It's dark in here, I'm alone in here,

why does it look like the sky fell?

I can't see that painted blue anymore,

it's a closed heart yet with many doors.

Which one to open to find the light,

i'm drowning in my sorrow and many thoughts.

You don't know me so how can you judge me,

I could guarantee after 5 minutes you would love me.

Or I used to think that, sometimes I would even sing that,

now it's like I can't trust myself so who would trust me?

It's a new thing everyday, something has to change,

and if it don't then you know it's about to rain.

Grey skies, Grey clouds and a grey mind,

I guess grey is the colour behind the shade of pain.

Fuck it, I whisper this everyday when it's fucked up,

there's always tomorrow to try again and love stuff.

I stay a poet but sometimes I wanna sing about it,

but then I'm like nah, that shit'd be fucked up.

Sometimes I don't really know what my mind is,

sometimes I can never understand where the light is.

It's a challenge just trying to find out what my identity is,

but I sleep on the same knowing how fucked up my life is.

This isn't something Shakespeare or Allen poe would wanna read,

It's for those people who feel the same shit that I feel. 

Fuck imagery, I wanna scream out to the world about me,

and they might hear me, and accept me as another boy with dreams.

I bleed the same way you bleed, breathe the same way you breathe,

scream the same way you scream, sleep the same way you sleep.

Stop treating me like I'm nothing like you and I don't hurt,

this is for those that'll read this and understand how I really feel.

Sunday, 9 October 2016

A Letter To Death

Oh spectre, I'm waiting patiently for your knock at my door,
so I can open it and invite you in to fulfil your daily course.
I'm tired of this life that I'm living, the one I was given,
I appreciate the blessing but I can't take it anymore.

Every day is the same, not a single thing changes,
an ignorant eye from those that pass, friends and strangers.
It's like nobody cares anymore and this is society,
a world full of devils and they've killed off the angels.

I see lovers walking hand in hand sharing in joy,
and my heart yearns for it so with a silent voice.
Yet I was made unattractive and there's nothing for me,
a loving personality is no longer the reason people rejoice.

I feel like I'm hated, and it's making me question what my fate is,
to live a solitary life of pain, is that how had God made it?
It's a test and it's meant to be one we all suffer
but I'm giving up slowly because damn, I fucking hate it.

Even the devil shares my sympathy so he does not provoke me,
he won't whisper to my desires because I'm already lonely.
I don't know how much longer I can continue living,
a life wherein I don't get a text and nobody wants to phone me.

I can't even make friends, they ignore my words,
they shrug me off thinking that their arrogance wouldn't hurt.
It's like I'm not even an actual person in their eyes,
and it's shit like this that truly defines exactly what I'm worth.

I can't take it anymore,  come take me away my friend,
I'll happily give you my soul If I can find my end.
This life is not worth the pain I have to endure,
Please come soon and extract away my final breath.

I have no use for feelings since nobody needs it,
I have no use for screaming since nobody hears it.
I have no use for blood since no one cares If I'm bleeding,
I have no use for life because since day one I've always feared it.

I have no more tears to cry, my suffering has left me dry,
I'm sure you can hear the echoes of the pain in my sighs.
You can usually see life but I have no reflection in my eyes,
I've truly given up and it's time I left this solitary life.

my heart is shattered and broken, my mind is forced open,
what do I have left, what reason?
No happy memory, not a single moment,
I'm just waiting for you through the seasons.


Every morning I stare in the mirror wishing

and despising what I see.

And in those thoughts my mind is drifting,

a little bit of love is what I need.

But there isn't anyone who wants to give me

any affection that I'm dying for,

it's been a long time since anyone has kissed me,

and every day is another reason I'm sighing more

I'm alone and my shadow is nothing but a trace,

a silhouette of the identity that I'm hating.

And it seems like a corner is the only place,

in which I continue to cry and despise what my fate is.

I hate the face that I have been born with,

no one will look at what's inside my heart.

I'm so ugly that they just decide to ignore it,

and I can't even look decent in the dark.

Personality means nothing unless you're attractive,

you need to look like brad pitt to find love.

And to my repulsiveness It seems I am held captive,

never to feel free to find somebody I can trust.

This is a cruel world, wherein weapons are words,

and they can destroy a person to the core.

I'm always at war and it seems I've lost my worth,

it just hurts, I'm being eaten alive by my thoughts.

I'm ugly, a fact that I've lived with all my life,

and I've just learnt that I will never be loved.

No matter how many tears fall from my eyes,

there isn't a lock for people like me, like us.

Thursday, 6 October 2016

Tears In The Rain

I love you.
but you don't feel the same.
Tears in the rain
yet the fire is still a flame.
I love you.
A light in the dark
yet it's still that pain.

A whirlpool of emotions,
in a cycle of it's own motion.
Repeating until a final breath
yet my heart will remain open
until the day it meets death.

I won't let go and I forever say so,
and my heart refuses to.
And each day ends as I pray, though,
as my soul weakens
my heart denies what the truth is too.

I don't know why I love you like this,
my heat beat refuses another rhythm.
Wishes that one day you'll be my kiss,
a moment that even in heaven they listen.

You are an angel veiled
travelling through the world proudly.
Your smile, a beauty so detailed,
how is it that someone like you
could ever had found me?

My love always fails
dabbling at some words profoundly.
Your eyes, a beautiful vale,
a hypnotic sight that causes
me to ignore everyone around me.

I have loved you from the first moment,
you stole the words I thought I had.
You entered into the heart that was open,
and now I appreciate everything I have.

Your presence is a blessing and I'm glad,
thank you for everything that you are.
You sober me when I'm drunk and sad,
Remember, you'll always be in my heart


Sometimes it's hard to find just the right words,

to structure a sentence that would become an epic verse.

A poem that could far justify the beauty of the universe,

a poem that would contain everything we ever learnt.

Sometimes we get writers block and it's difficult,

not being able to write away becomes extremely irritant.

And we doubt ourselves and think our gifts are limited,

when once upon a time this feeling was simply innocent.

I used to feel invincible with my rhymes but now I'm invisible,

but then I've always felt like a nobody, a soul so pitiful.

My existence was mythical and no one believed my poems were original,

How low I felt; heart imprisoned like a life serving criminal. 

Everyone used to doubt me, I couldn't get a sound out, see,

thus I couldn't defend myself and no one found out I was me.

Society judges you on exactly what you look like,

and define your abilities by what they see with their eyes.

So I wrote away, I wrote things I couldn't say,

and they rhymed and so my identity was made.

The world acknowledged my feelings in my own way,

and they realise that I am someone fighting his own fate.

Sometimes It begins with a message or two,

and they evolve into your blessings and truth.

Sometimes they in reality are the lessons you choose, 

let it become you and the very heavens you view.

Sometimes it starts off with a letter you read,

containing advice that it's better you speak.

Live your life and leave the rest of you to dream,

and record them so again they are memories to see.

Sometimes its an email or a text that you open,

a sincere wish from someone; the best that they're hoping.

It's still a message and in every breath and the moment,

united hearts with doors set to never be closing.

Messages. Meaningless to some but it's more than a word,

It's usually the poets that can see the truth of it's worth.

The definition, the context can be left to the literates,

this is something that is the ignition of our world.

Sunday, 2 October 2016

A Chance

Do you hear my heart screaming,

do you know why it cries so?

Did you know why it was beating,

a pain it wanted none to know.

Solitude has been it's only friend,

just the whisper of wind to embrace.

Not a sliver of affection upon it's breath,

the poems it composed just to impress.

Every rising sun and setting moon,

wasted time never to be used again.

One day somebody will hear this tune

through the showers of a winter rain.

This heart cannot even say Hello,

it shies away and hides in fear.

They'll think "who's this ugly fellow"

and I find my self paralysed

never ever to appear.

Afraid of what they might say,

afraid that I won't get a chance.

Dear beauty this is a new day,

Will you please take a look

and see how my heart may dance?

This could be

this should be,

the start of a fairy tale.

A love that

would be,

or could be,

a strength that never fails.

I'm capable of loving you that way,

the way you wish for inside your heart.

These secrets are told to me

by the tangling of the very stars,

so maybe take my hand this day?

and let's create a new start.

Judge me and you won't love me,

just try and you won't run away from me.

Take my hand, I know that you'll hug me,

my words are a letter from my heart,

darling, may I ask that you just trust me?

Thursday, 29 September 2016

Every Verse

I glared into the centre of the painted blue skies,

with a hopeful heart that I'd one day find love.

My shadow's touch could not comfort my eyes,

it is emptier than my heart and it's forever broken trust.

Walked on like a door mat, shattered like glass,

it despises and fears to open itself once again.

It hopes for no future driven away by it's past,

with a belief that there will never be a cure for it's aching pain.

Solitude is all it's ever known as it takes shelter in chest,

surrounded and engulfed by darkness that never rests.

It questions why it has always faced trial and test,

as claimed by those who comfort it to remove doubt from head.

The same answer as repeated, It must continue to wait,

for it has yet to meet the one chosen by fate.

Confused, how much more must it bleed and take,

before said right one appears to cool fiery blaze?

It screams in pain that rips the fabric of the universe,

with poetry written that provokes tears in every verse.

It's agony felt in every single blood shadowed word,

it humbles the very heavens and quakes this shallow world.

Death himself pains for this heart's suffering is beyond it,

taking away it's aching rhythms would not silence it.

The angels called upon it and it no longer responded,

the very lights fear to approach with intentions to enlighten it.

It is now in a state succeeding death and end,

there is no possible healing cure to regenerate.

No amount of love, not even by the grace of a friend,

It would not revive should even the soul meditate.

It is devastated and all sonnets have been serenaded.

to placate it would be the same screech resonated.

The memories that destroyed it once again emulated,

repeating once more forcing the world to quake to what it emanated.


I was lost until it was your brilliance that saved me,

now I can't think of anyone else who I want to embrace me.

Your glowing smile and eyes that pierced right through,

a spark igniting a flame that burned away the loneliness that made me.

Every day is a day I look forward to if you are in it,

I'm in love with you and it sometimes feels like I'm winning.

I can't imagine my life without you, it's way too hard,

If you walk away now, everything I have built would be finished.

I remember your voice even when we're  not on the phone,

it's only you that I ever think of whenever I am alone.

I knew I loved you but I was too afraid to admit it,

And that's when I thought that it was better you didn't know.

Dreams of making you happy till life itself ends,

I would have made it my oath on my every single breath.

Nothing could stop me from caring, not even death,

but these are only dreams, wishful images I see in my head.

I'm not the kinda guy that you would ever want to be with,

not your type,  nothing special in your eyes, ugly not fit.

You got the attention of the guys who have more than I do,

I will only ever wish inside that I'd be your real kiss.

I'm so in love with you and I guess you will never know,

it's so hard to be around you when it haunts my soul.

My heart aching for you to acknowledge it's loving song,

I was climbing a rope but I guess now it's time to let go.

I was always invisible, a shadow with no attention,

just a ghost with a heart full of so much affection.

In the end, my mirror shows my reality in it's reflection,

nothing could ever cure or repair each one of my defections.

If I were to leave, If I were to go, would you realise,

would you notice, would you see with your real eyes?

No one would love you the way I did, the way I do,

so many of these pathetic boys telling you all these real lies.

I'm not fated for a love story, I'm only your friend,

If only you knew that I will love you till my last breath.

Oblivious you remain to the truth that is in front of you,

I will stay invisible forever until I'm found  by the arms of death.

Wednesday, 28 September 2016


I'm struggling with my identity,

I seem to have no memories.

What the hell is fate and destiny,

is it what's written for us,

why can we not narrate our legacies?

I know not what's meant for me,

destiny claims that it's not meant to be.

Release me from this bondage,

Just set me free and let me be.

I'm tired of acting like I pretend to see,

the truth of life, to confuse us endlessly.

Death is another mystery,

what is it's history?

All we know is that it is certain,

the only guarantee in life

and it causes but misery,

instant with or without injury

oblivious to what's wrong or right.

It takes any soul as it pleases,

extracting them is very easy.

It will simply touch as he see's it,

freezing over the remains

as he passes and leaves it.

Why are we cursed with emotion,

sorrow as deep as the ocean.

We find our hearts are always open,

impossible to shut it's door,

as pain passes through in a motion.

Morning light or the night's darkness,

those of heart or those who are heartless.

If our souls are connected and joined,

there would be none who could part us.

An astrological love like the stars kissed,

or the very devil's whispers with dark gifts.

Fixed or broken, weak or strong,

word or rhyme, or lyrics to a song,

at least we still know where our heart is.

Upon discovery it seems life itself is a test,

it started from the first day, first breath.

And each day lived is our written answers,

with hope resulting pass and find an end,

to create abodes that we find after death.

Will we reach the very stairs of heaven

or are we fated for the depths of hell?