Poetry Blogs (2020, self hate)
Seeing the beautiful sky,
From my dead eyes.
Wondering the beauty in the holy night,
Dark was the only colour which helps me to hide.
Hiding my sadness my sorrows my fear my cries,
Trying my best to keep the face with smile.
My hobbies,my joy, my emotions were becoming day by day a bit fewer,
Now I am just existing in the world, can't even face myself in the mirror.
Monday 7th September 2020 6:58 pm
To learn everyday was what taught to me,
Sinking in an ocean, moving steadily;
It was the ocean of knowledge and believes,
Suddenly the world changed, and power came to cease.
'Look at him, look at her', comparing to the whole world,
Trying my very best, to win in every word.
Becoming a good son, a dear brother and good friend,
But that 'I', was lost in the end.
I became what you want,...
Friday 10th July 2020 3:05 pm
I feel no warmth in your stay,
only light flames from your exhaust lead the way.
The deadliest parts of you,
I hold high and mighty.
“Clearly it’s not working out”
you tell me while I’m crying
what’s wrong with me
Sunday 16th December 2018 5:12 am
I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.
That's all I can say for now.
You're selfish, you're heartless and nobody wants you around.
Why would anyone ever like a selfish cow like you.
An inconvenience, a burden and a terrible person to be, too.
I wish I could forgive you but I can't stand your sound.
You're pathetic, you're ugly...please just don't come around.
You can cover your ears and deny w...
Monday 27th August 2018 10:31 pm
-To all the girls who love their beautiful curly hair:
Life just didn’t treat you fair.
You started off as a soft delight
then darkness grew, as the nights took flight.
They screamed at you with venom,
So you hid from their mighty bite
You ran home crying,
because a bully tried to put up a fight.
Coming home with mascara running down your face,
Thursday 7th June 2018 7:44 pm
Today I woke with the all too familiar feelings again. Those never changing Feelings , except perhaps always only in depth. The Familiarity , like the type of stranger you've known all your life, rattles me every time .Each time it happens I feel something stirring deep inside me, a shift at the depths of my core. The slightest of movements almost like a wisp of air it silently flutters ,briefly ,...
Wednesday 1st November 2017 8:35 pm