Tag: deep thoughts

A poem – Automatic

Navin30 Comments

It’s simply automatic & kinda symptomatic when I’m out to see the unsystematic flow of this inner darkness when I layer myself with the transparent sheet that looks quite fantastic coz it’s ornamented with the fragments of my provocative thoughts

But the sword on my claustrophobic plot is dancing so hot as if it’s about to sore & cut open my throat to penetrate the screaming walls of my cracked fort that in reality can’t even afford the heavy blows coz then it throws the red pearls out to the shore to shut down the light of my burning core

This whole coat the unseen holes on my shaky course with the pragmatic approach to integrate the scorching arithmetic quotes by simply torching floors filled with scouting horrors with the glow of a rhythmic unknown to simply show the unmatched power of the so called smoking soul

But then this cinematic scene explodes & I freely fall on this ecstatic floor where I start transcribing my countless flaws with my crazy traumatic claws into the poetic form where I take an accelerated pause to finally get lost in the edges of my sleepless jaws to wait for another daunting but quite exotic dawn

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This Very Time

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The scene changes at this very time
When darkness surrounds my every sigh
My mind then starts to whip a cry
Is this the beginning of another sleepless night?

I want to flame my burning thoughts
And I wish to tear those storm clouds
To reveal the moon full of darker spots
Was everything a dream or just a fog?

The shadowcast on my inner wall
The silhouette of my naked scars
The intensity of my dreamy eyes
Why didn’t I see the blinking lights?

The demons are crawling like tiny spiders
The surface is bleeding with shiny diamonds
The heart is beating with noisy sirens
Have I started loosing my edgy grounding?

Arrows are piercing through my lyrical mind
They’re hitting me hard & smashing my silence
I’m drowning in these waves of the lows & highs
Is that why I’m screaming these crazy rhymes?

The learning of this beautiful life
To accept the unexpected with open lines
I let loose myself to be that kind
Am I smoking into the deadly sign?

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Mindless Brain

Navin44 Comments

The drops in veins
Are the thoughts insane
The talk in vain
Is to prompt the phase
The song I sang
I drop the face
The sign that rays
The darkest day
It’s time to race
And write the date
To account the rate
Of the countless deaths
Of the tiny cells
That reside in shades
Of the mindless brain

The doubts are bad
Are like dots embedded
On a darker shed
That’s propped with paints
But honestly
It’s to pop the pain
On a block with pen
So I strike the pins
To disembark the bane
I rock the string
To shock the wave
And I shot the blame
To fog a name
That’s bothering
The inside of me

The sky is red
And the ground is rain
I lost the track
So I walk the lane
To find the peace
I define the pace
I blind the drapes
To light the sense
I side the rage
To sight the sage
I spine the strength
To eye the main
I fine the thread
And dissolve the ends
To embroid the change

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A verse from my upcoming poem

Navin12 Comments 
 The drops in veins    
 Are the thoughts insane  
 The talk in vain  
 Is to prompt the phase  
 The song I sang     
 I drop the face  
 The sign that rays  
 The darkest day  
 It's time to race  
 And write the date  
 To account the rate  
 Of the countless deaths   
 Of the tiny cells   
 That reside in shades  
 Of the mindless brain

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Freeing my Soul

Navin38 Comments

Clicking my jaws
Flipping my flaws
Painting my falls
Skipping my pulse
Breaking my calm
Screaming my raw
Caging my thoughts
Snapping my bars
Forming my sword
Slitting my form
Revealing my scars
Bleeding my drops
Paining my dark
Chaining my dawn
Burying my ground
Burning my whole
Freeing my soul

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The Edge

Navin45 Comments

This is the first time ever, I’m doing Spoken Word. It’s about my struggles, which I could see on my inner screen. So I had to write it as it was coming to me & then record it.

I sit sharp on the edge of my bench in the dark with a hatchet in my hand to break open my senses & to claim that my pain in the veins is not vain but insane

But I get so mad & a bit sad when I spread metal scraps on myself coz then I bleed the beads so discreet on my crease to decrease the misery

So I feel quite shaky as if my skin is so thin like a leaf & it starts to burn instantly to create the debris that comes out from the heat of the seed

I’m torn at my core that I feel this need to ease & burn my peace into pieces on the street that’s filled with so many deep & some holes unseen

So I scream in infinity with my fluctuating beat coz I can’t simply breathe & it seems I’m the beast hinged to the scene of the shattered dream

I relapse on my screen coz this all feel so diseased when I see this degree of release & then I step explicitly into the bed of fire to become the deceased

But then I focus on to drop my sores with the source of my scope in this hope that one day I’ll for sure end this whole to simply blow everything to the pure

—– The Edge —–

The Edge is quite a different kind of poetry. It’s about my struggles, which I could see on my inner screen. This poem was flowing into me & I’ve written those images in the form of this freestyle poetry. It became so intense, at least in my head, that I’ve recorded it in my voice. This is the first time ever, I’m doing Spoken Word. So bear with me. I think, I’m mostly doing it for me coz it feels right, irrespective of my voice or lines.

Spoken Word – The Edge

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Please check these poems as well: (1) nightmares in me by messedwordly, (2) Freestyle Roar

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