Sunday, 31 December 2017

Drowning

The ink to my pen is the pool of emotions I drown in,

and it was in that grasp of shadow that life had found me.

No one has yet heard the screams that my heart has sounded,

deafened by the world and veils by which they’re surrounded.


I was once living my life, you could hear my heart pounding,

my arteries marvelled at my heart’s coronation and crowning.

It once belonged upon a throne before being forced around it,

and the echo of that subjugation was definitely the loudest.


It was the grasp of darkness that had bound me.

no longer able to freely fly, my soul was kept grounded.

It was in that river of regret and misery that I was drowning,

all that is left is the silhouette of my identity left screaming and howling.


Sunday, 24 December 2017

Love’s Reality

Many people seek love,

without knowing what it is.

A bond of affection and trust,

a dream turned into infinite bliss.


Well, that’s only what they think,

the reality is actually something else.

It’s not what we hear in songs we sing,

it’s a disease that has emerged from hell.


A way to trap our gullible human souls,

and it’s an effective way to control us.

A feeling that has been proven cold,

It’s a warm illusion that seems to hold us.


A poison that infects us through our veins,

through our blood cells and pumping arteries.

A marathon with hurdles of nothing but pain,

and at the end, it’s supposed to be harmony.


Cupid isn’t an angel, he is a devil in disguise,

his heart shaped arrows are his weapons.

And our open hearts are why he is inside,

Love isn’t bliss and certainly not a blessing.


But we’re too blind to see, 

the truth that is hidden.

Yeah; Life hasn’t been kind to me,

but this isn’t my opinion,

It’s the reality we’re living.


Friday, 8 December 2017

Empty Feelings

Every year that passes seems like an entire decade,

bereft of your living love that cured and  healed me.

It seems that over this delayed time my heart has decayed,

It is now desolate of all of those emotions and feelings.


My world has now been covered and engulfed in darkness,

an evil blight for those who are considered an artist.

A thorn on the beautiful rose, a melody for the heartless,

that once brightest star has now become the farthest.


Your memories carved on the walls of my mind,

etched in like writing on a stone tablet, never to be erased.

It was only your reflection that people saw in my eyes,

but for losing you, it is only I who can be blamed.


I always wonder if you’re doing much better without me,

It haunts me when I remember how shy you were around me.

I was proud of the angelic aura that you were surely crowned in,

it was like I loved an angel, and she too was happy she found me.


But I shall always fall and drown in this misery and regret,

every time I look in the mirror, It is myself that I detest.

A mistake that cost me an eternity of suffering, and I am beset,

by the shadows of my past and there is no way to reset.


Saturday, 29 July 2017

The Rain

Sometimes I just like to stand stagnant in the rain,

It feels like its slowly washing away all of the pain.

No one can see the grief that's smeared all over my face,

or hear the terrible things that my heart wants to say.


The storms are the perfect reflection of emotions,

displaying heartbeats in disaster and sorrow in motion.

Can you imagine a teardrop that falls into the ocean,

would you be able to find it if bereft of devotion?


Dancing with my shadow in the torrential storms,

tempest winds as calming whispers when clouds are formed.

A darkened sky cursed with a grey paint hiding when the sun is born,

for mornings never arrive, never shall it again be dawn.



It's the devil's world engulfing the planet in a darkness,

twas the sun first, the moon after and then the stars next.

Our songs are becoming silent so now we become heartless,

and this shadow blinds those who were once considered artists.


Poets speak about beauty that dwells in this world,

but they were just stories and remain as empty words.

And though we do not see the flames, this universe burns,

for our eyes are closed and ears deafened to knowledge unheard.

Friday, 21 July 2017

A Dark Place

I've run out of words to write,
my mouth is also running dry.
The ink in my pen no longer leaks,
even the tears that used to 
fall from my eyes.

The colours have faded from my world,
the life I lived has gone from this earth.
It started off bad but kept getting worse,
every day defined how little I was worth.

My heart used to 
dance to it's own beat,
It's soul was the poetry 
I used to speak.
It was my speech, 
and even in defeat,
I would stand up again 
before slumber and sleep.

I could wake up in the mornings
with a dream I wanted to chase.
Now I barely sleep, with nightmares
and misery that overwhelms my face.

The song I could hear has gone silent,
all the emotions in my heart have collided.
A big bang that became ever so violent,
but I was just way too weak to fight it.

Spent too many years on my own,
living alone, family there but still alone.
No comfort from the friends on my phone,
this misery rotted through to my very bones.




Friday, 7 July 2017

Unacknowledged Beauty

Days beginning when the sun rises like a phoenix,

the clouds are it's ashes and it's glare is so heated.

The skies spectrum of colours in it's appointed time of revealing,

a dark orange, fusion of yellow and red like it's bleeding.


The birds in flight during the hour of morning's birth,

their songs rehearsed, waking those who have heard.

Such majesty leaves the insomniac poets without rhyme or word,

such is the impact of a marvel and beauty of this awe provoking earth.


Time is the design of this canvas following the order from Above,

His will flows through the cycle of life in everything that we love.

The world unfolds when the skies are blue and the dancing doves,

waltzing in a rhythm, cleaving the air with songs unknown to us.


The gentle breeze that whispers to us as it passes ears,

caressing our faces when travelling the road bereft of doubt and fear.

Revitalised flowers blooming as the sun dries up their tears,

such a finely tuned planet so immaculately engineered. 


Can you still question the beauty that engulfs this planet,

Do you still question that this world does not have it?

Like the discoveries we make of hidden skill and talents,

do you see the trees that stand to shade us, so proud and gallant?


Imcomprehensible sights to our minds and the design that's behind it,

we could only awe at this masterpiece created by the One who revived it.

We stay thankful to Him who gave us a life and thus defined it,

and I pray that this narrative needs not for me to rewrite it.

Thursday, 22 June 2017

Not alone

You're not alone, it isn't you and those voices,

there's people who love you and your choices.

People who want to find where your voice is,

and help you get rid of all those bad noises.


You're not alone, there's people at your side,

they want to help you stand up and fight.

They'll help you get through this terrible life,

don't fight it on your own through the nights.


You're not alone, believe me, you are loved,

and we know that you may think its not enough.

You're running, lost, finding someone to trust,

someone with whom you can share your "stuff"


Be strong and if you find that you're gonna fall,

someone will catch you before you crawl.

Just give that call, with your soul and your all,

and you'll find there are no more walls.


Don't be consumed by the thoughts in mind,

if you fight it alone then you will become blind.

You won't be able to see the light in your eyes,

let your loved ones be there by your side.




Saturday, 17 June 2017

Your Name

I can remember the very first time,
the day that you had graced my eyes.
And when their gaze fell upon you,
It was certainly love at first sight.

Your hair was like brown velvet,
cascading down to your shoulders.
You said hello once and I melted,
I knew it from then that my life was over.

Because once you fall in love,
It is a hold that will never let you go.
Unless you somehow find strength enough,
to rid yourself of the grasp that holds.

I still see it now, I still remember today,
your smile that would ease away the pains.
And in that moment, I never knew what to say,
but I will always remember when you told me..

Your name..

it was something engraved in my heart,
I saw the light of it written in the stars.
It was a guide for me when my life got dark,
and that's how I knew that you weren't that far.

I wanted to love you the way you wrote about in tweets,
I wanted to be the one to bring you that semblance of peace.
I wanted to be the one that helped you make difficulties become ease,
I wanted to be the one who was the centre of your every dream.

Yet you still went back to that type, the one you complained about,
and you called me your friend, your very best friend.
It's like you liked the pain which is why you went back around,
and hurt the one who would never hurt you until his last breath.

A lot of girls seem to fall for the guys that enjoy breaking hearts,
and those that truly care are the ones left in the dark.
Left to rot in the friend zone without hope of another star,
and slowly our very identities are being torn apart.

Sunday, 30 April 2017

Living Ugly

You can't look at me
I can't look at me.
I know its my face,
but this isn't new agony.

I've always hated my self
and now you do too.
Never had admiration or respect,
and neither should you too.

I used to sit alone at school,
during lunch breaks I was alone.
No one ever thought I was cool
so I always just sat on my own.

Even the teachers disliked me,
they made me sit at the back
where no one was behind me
and I just heard them laugh.

They laughed at me despite me
ignoring all they had to say.
Bullies kept wanting to fight me
but I just kept walking away

They thought I was hideous,
and I felt like I wasn't human.
They thought I was oblivious
but I felt everything,
in my tears it was proven.

I couldn't make any friends
and it was like that for a long time.
I sought out a companion called death
but he said it was the wrong time.

I felt like even he didn't want to know,
and that's when I had no where to go.
Not school, not home,
how was I supposed to let myself grow?

I turned even uglier as the years flew,
love was mythical to me but even I knew.
There's no such thing as a beautiful soul
who could look past the exterior "you".

24 years old now and I'm still waiting,
sat by a fire and I kept that fire blazing.
It was my hope and I sheltered it
even during the days it was raining.

Maybe one day someone will tell me,
"There's nothing wrong with you"
I had dreamt that somebody held me,
and they'd say "I will always be with you"

Where are you, will you ever find me?
Do you exist, are you behind me?
If I turn around, you won't be there,
I guess the truth is...hope blinds me.


Sunday, 26 February 2017

Devil's Poison

I didn't think about it,
I was dumb and confounded.
I just dropped and fell,
and it was cupid that had found me.

Piercing my soul from the stars,
heart shaped arrows enlightening the dark.
And suddenly I was lost,
a new melody beating within my heart.

I fell in love, a different dimension,
a different life the stories would mention.
And every feeling, I certainly felt it,
And I now curse every one of those
that had said infatuation was pleasant.

I was destroyed,slowly and painfully
till there was nothing left of me.
I used to let my reflection keep blaming me,
for idiocy of fighting against my destiny.

Love isn't a remedy, it's the worst poison,
killing you slowly but surely as it's corrodes.
Losing your soul, your heart, your voice then
and before you know it, it shatters your hope.

It runs through your veins just as our blood does,
and bounds our hearts in chains torturing it by love lust.
There's no cure, no healing potion that can fix a broken trust,
suicidal thoughts creep in when everything becomes too much.

This is love, it destroys you as it ignites,
I beg you, please don't let the devil inside.

Friday, 3 February 2017

Dear Heart

Dear heart, I can feel you torture yourself in screams,

echoes that rupture the barriers of reality and dreams.

Bleeding so profusely and cascading a crimson stream,

you just want to be heard but the world remains deaf and asleep.


Dear heart, I can feel you beat like the pounding of drums,

I feel the vibrations in my chest that leave me paralysed and stunned.

I can hear you questioning cupid and his policy of love,

I can hear you crying and hating yourself for not being enough.


Dear heart, I can see your pieces falling the more you break,

it's amazing that you still stand after conflicting with fate.

You stood firm for so long while you struggled through the rains,

and I can feel you losing your strength as your melody fades.


Dear heart, you seem to be lost without the embracing sound of bliss,

you only sought to feel the magic when your host had found a kiss.

To shower in the warmth of true love has always been your wish,

and you've always considered affection to be a blessing and gift


But today you've lost the will that made you so strong,

you suffer so terribly and it seems your soul is gone.

It's the end of the song, defeated like you've been walked upon,

and for you nothing seems right anymore, everything's wrong.


Dear life within me, If you fade away today, I too shall die,

and you can hear my pleas as my tears drown my very eyes.

The rhythm we had shared is changing like the skies,

spectrums through time that would provoke our minds.


Dear heart, I need you. I've always believed you,

I'm sorry that so many had come only to deceive you.

The pain that you endured was something I received too,

I need you to stand again so I may find relief too.


Tuesday, 24 January 2017

Remembering Memories

A blazing flame eventually dies and ends in ashes,

memories fade and become a part of what our past is.

The lightning speaks in sudden bolts of white flashes,

and the thunder too sounds in mighty roars as it crashes.


The skies are born with spectrums of colour, orange, blue then black,

Clouds floating across the world caught by eyes so fast.

This is how days pass us by and memories become a thing of the past,

and fade into nothing as if they were never meant to last.


We create them from nothing and weave them into our souls,

our every thoughts and dreams that comfort our hopes.

Some of them joyous times, some become a shadow and haunting,

even so recorded, they are why we've become educated of the unknown.


They forged us into the people we have become today,

and as we continue to grow as people, they begin to fade.

They ignited that flame, they caused us smiles and pain,

but today as the sun sets, they grow even further away.


They are as the stars when we wake upon a new morning,

lights from the night only now seen in our minds.

They would fill our heads whenever we kept on falling,

and now they are but thoughts that barely linger like the nights.


Wednesday, 11 January 2017

Bejeweled Love

A crimson sun partnered with a silver moon,
and sapphire skies when the orchids bloom.
clouds like whipped cream, a heavenly delight,
and all too on a bright warm summers afternoon.

Dancing trees during the tempest's whisper,
and asleep they stay during the colds of winter.
In all 4 seasons, thy shadow shall always linger,
in heart, in mind, and in feeling in the tips of my fingers.

Your existence was one from amongst a million,
sweet and spicy was your tongue like cinnamon.
Dictionaries could be laid out in sonnets in the interim,
yet enough it could not be passed all rhyme and synonyms.

You were as the blossoming of roses growing in grace,
your beauty to continue in bliss as time devours it's days.
A delight signalling amidst a thousand stood in a single place,
a dream woven into reality could be seen upon your face.

You cause hearts to live, colouring them with life from stone,
and they dance in perfect rhythm within the chest they call home.
It fleets quickly now in subjugation when once stubborn upon throne,
It answers only to you and this itself is for certain something known.

Friday, 6 January 2017

Murdered By Love

This could be yet another story and famous tale,
about how a young man had lost his beating heart.
To a beauty unlike any other without shrouded veil,
a treacherous journey whispered to the stars.

His first sight was caught and trapped in a magnetic glance,
one he could not pull or turn from, the attraction was strong.
Dreams filled his wishful thoughts of asking her for a dance,
and inside his heart he could hear the
start of a new song.

He saw her every single day and was blessed with a smile,
one that would cause a new rhythm in his heart beats.
He would become distraught if he did not see her in a short while,
questions of her whereabouts would disturb his heart's peace.

She was truly a marvel, a new wonder of the world,
one glance from her would render him without word.
These emotions stirred, these feelings were unheard,
and his heart ached for them to be spoken yet mind considered it absurd.

Mustering the courage to tell her became a great battle,
This conflict between his mind and heart stretched in time.
And when heart emerged victorious, he was puzzled like scrabble,
for as time had travelled, his beloved was no longer in sight.

She fell into the arms of another, one who promised the same,
An embracing love that would protect her from all harm and pain.
His heart split in two, and he threw the pieces into a flame,
and he stood in the cold, emotionless and drowning his sorrow in the rain.

Hoping it would wash away yet it lingered like a shadow,
his poetic pen fallen once considered a gift yet fallow.
His eyes turning to the skies while he inhales his tobacco,
exhaling the fumes with a sigh, people exclaiming that he's sad now.

He truly loved her and it's a shame that she never knew,
that feeling he was holding on to was the only thing he believed true.
Now this misery pushes him with a belief of being forever doomed,
it's become silent whenever he now looks at the moon.

On a day, she finds him and in smile she approaches but he turns,
she stops to question clueless to the love he had yearned.
A note drops from his pocket as he heads towards a bridge,
she picks it up and appears a face of astonishment for what she just learned.

The note read;

Maybe one day you will finally know how it is that I felt,
all this time I have done nothing but keep it to myself.
Afraid of what you might say, or the friends you'd tell,
and in my embarrassment I would be punished as If I were in hell.

I have fallen in love with you and the grace that you show,
a day never passed wherein I didn't want you to know.
Emotions were stirring and this heart beat became a flow,
like the river streams and the droplets that turn to snow.

I was nothing, though, not a soul worthy of you,
like a speck too small to notice, I yet everyday grew smaller too.
You continued to bless the world like the light of the moon,
and I continued to hear the songs of love as if a whistling flute.

Yet, should you read this, know that I've loved you since I knew,
and I have never loved another the way I loved you.
I speak like this because in the time you find this truth,
I shall be no more of this world bereft of the dreams I wanted renewed.

Tears fall from her cheeks like droplets as she cries,
turning quickly to his direction but he's no longer in sight.
She chases him longing to find him and the reflection of his eyes,
To find herself in them yet it was too late, he had died.

He had jumped off the bridge and his corpse was dismantled,
his blood stained the ground like the love he abandoned.
She falls to her knees, eyes leaking viciously like an open tap,
uncontrollably, screaming at her life because this wasn't how she planned it.

His words made her love him the way he always wanted,
her heart now beats the very same way his heart did.
But it was too late, he's gone now, her world is darkness,
he wished upon the galaxies but she questions the betrayal the stars did.