Can’t really define what I’m feeling.So many kind of thoughts that I’m dealing with,Instilling my soul with a boat-load of smoke rising out of my ceiling.I’m,Temporarily sealing a void with a cloud preventing me from revealing many truths I’ve needed to face.Forget a blunt to my face as I’m wincing in pain,When I’m flicking my... Continue Reading →
High Spiritz
Not much to say when you wake up knowing how lonely your day will be.Nor is there many things for you to do except bring a daydream into reality,My chance for me to sit and conjure a smile through an art defining a life going by unnoticed.And,Does it ever strain my peace of mind?Does it... Continue Reading →
No More Glasshouses
Free.Free is what I feel when I lay distant from a family devoured by their guilt and sorrow.Free!Is what I feel every moment I recite poems,Hoping they become a good omen for another reading to alleviate their worries over the anticipation of Tomorrow.Free!...Is all I can feel as I isolate from what is toxic to... Continue Reading →
Truth Of Our Matters
Sorry, Not sorry, Mom. For my depression. Half of the time, I could barely feel the left side of my face whenever I think of how I was left neglected. Those moments as an adolescent, Where you could've taught me how to stick out my and chest and stand up for myself instead of, Reminding... Continue Reading →
Plugged In
Easy,Ain’t it?To tell someone to,“Just do!”Especially,When you haven’t received a single ounce of respect you’ve earned.When depression seeps into your mind first thing in the morning while you thirst,For a smile you can see within a scratched mirror you’ve clawed at ferociously for answers… The disaster it is when a human mind is cursed by... Continue Reading →
Relieved
A relief! To be isolated so much so, That, I can die today, This very moment! And, Not a single soul would know... If anyone wonders how and why I'm so sure of this, Just, Look at my call logs and check the conversations I was having. Ask yourself, "Who did he call and who... Continue Reading →
Me, Myself & Poetry 2
No one ever wants to lay down on a cold brick,Trapped behind bars within an insane asylum fitting all the demons you can think of inside of your own head wondering,Will I ever get out?Even if you do escape for whatever reason,It’s a flashback striking your mind like night terrors in the daytime… “How did... Continue Reading →
Me, Myself & Poetry
All I’ve been yearning for is,To be like my old self again.But,Much less flawed than before.Although nothing in this world is perfect,It’s all that’s left to strive for.Because,Friends I don’t have,Alone I am,With a poem in my hands!I mean,What else should I be doing with my time in a world refusing to understand…How much it... Continue Reading →
Depression?
Depression. Real and, For the most part? Unexpected. Never do you take notice until that bottle in your chest explodes, As each piece of glass ricochets off the walls you've built brick by brick. Never do you feel it coursing through your veins, Until you're classified as useless by those you love, Who've grown sick... Continue Reading →
The Only Answer
Anger can take you to the point where all you have left to do is surrender. Surrendering to the fact that you have no control over what others think of you. You get so sick of your story's narrative purposely being skewed by others who refuse to see your personal progress. Especially in a world... Continue Reading →