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This Very Time

Original poetry, Poems about sleeplessness

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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I’m trying to close my sleepy eyes so I can finally fall asleep
And I’m covering myself in layers before I impatiently start to freeze
But my anxiety is propping me to fall hard on my once operated knees
So I end up playing in dark this reckless game of hide & scream

I’m seeing countless spots on this black & white transparent plastic sheet
My mind is bleeding red diamonds when I walk barefoot on this edgy street
My numbness is on/off frustrating me, it’s wanting me to switch on my freak
I’m turning blue, so I’m blueprinting a list if you know what I mean

Can you see my lids are carrying these bloody tears?
Can you feel my blood is boiling in my crazy heat?
Can you believe I sometimes feel like torching my entire scene?
Can you even reach when I want to bury my body infinite feet?

But then I dive into your green sea to see me with pure clarity
I play your crystal clear music to string me with sweet melody
I absorb your fine lines to levitate me with this magical imagery
I write the (U’n’I)verse of love when I sense your profound energy

I see the moon is shining with open mentality
I see the stars are burning in azure spirituality
I see the sky is evolving with colorful theme
I see the sun is beaming hope inside of me

This all reset the entire picture of my entangled reality
Love is stitching & healing my scars in peace & prosperity
I know, I’m not leaving yet coz I’ve just come out of catastrophe
You’re my sacred mirror, I can see the white light inside of me

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Spoken Word – The Edge

Original poetry, Spoken Word

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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A Poem – Images

Dark poetry, Original poetry, Poems about aggression, Poems about pain

I am a ticking bomb but I don’t want to really snap
This ground is shaking, it’s just me not the quake
I look like a solid rock but I’m crashing down to simply crack

The countless spots in my scan, are like bullets fired at close range
This image is burned into my head, where I’m shooting with my rage
I’m trying to find my peace but it’s hiding behind those layers

When I stare at my ribcage, I see a broken heart & a broken face
If only I could cut open my chest to let loose my inner pain
I’m screaming loud in closed space so my heart can finally escape

I see this picture up in my head where I’m lying down on my bed
Publishing my last lines on wordpress & texting goodbye to my friends
Talking one last time to my family while my soul is about to ascend in air

I’m not afraid of death & honestly, I haven’t given up on my myself
I’m just enraged coz I can’t always fix the pieces of my broken frame
So I get engaged with my demons to char them into burning flames

I’m losing balance on my tricky track, so I pause to take a deep breath
To simply sense my manic phase, it feels as if I’m breaking into flakes
One day the fire will penetrate & change everything into smoke & ash

—– A poem – Images —–

A poem – Images is about how I feel from time to time. I’m impatient coz it’s not easy to deal with my condition & sometimes, I fall in the deep hole, where I’m picturing my own death. It doesn’t mean I look negative at my situation & my life. I accept these moments as they too are equally important & there’s place to feel them in my system. Life isn’t just positivity, happiness & sunshine 24/7. There’s also space for anxiety, sadness, pain & darkness and some other shades. I don’t believe in hiding & I’m not ashamed how I feel. Light or dark, sunshine or rain, clear or cloudy sky have their meaning & importance.

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Please check these poems as well: (1) Ocean by Desert flower, (2) Loosing It

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A glimpse from my upcoming poem

Dark poetry, Original poetry

When I stare at the burning stars
It feels as if I’m a frozen dot

A poem – Burning the Soul

Original poetry

Curves on my scene
Writing on the screen

Spots in my brain
Mending the frame

Numbness in arm
Playing the b-ball

Sweating on forehead
Focusing like insane

Restless is my mind
Resting to thrive

Snapping the strings
Isolating in my crib

Losing my skin
Feeling so sick

Death in my voice
Tearing ocean to dive

Burning the soul
Stomping the floor

Staring at stars
Sensing the void

Closing my eyes
Balancing the path

Beasting the art
Beats of my heart

—– Burning the Soul —–

Burning the Soul is a poem about my struggle. I fall, I rise & then I fall again. I don’t rise every single time. Sometimes I need help & sometimes I keep trying until I rise again. It’s a learning process if I look at the things from one angle. It’s a new way of living this life if I look deeper. Everything appears so tough & difficult from time to time and yet every single thing can be simple, beautiful & mindful. I do have two different pairs of spects – i) to look only upto the surface, ii) to see through the layers. I use them both from tip to toe, depending on my state of mind / heart.

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Please check these poems as well: (1) Drop-dead, (2) Magnificent Bastards by YouLittleCharmer

Thanks to runjidoesart for letting me use digital image of her beautiful painting.

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Lightning Rhymes

Original poetry, Poems about anger, Poems about anxiety, Poems about disease

Living in thoughts could be comfortable
Embracing the present seems unacceptable
Reality can be so unbelievable
Painbody is snapping me to unusual
Loving edges of perfect imperfections
Healing the soul is sole intention

Deep scars on my brutal blood surface
Arrows piercing in my broken top shelf
Bleeding river from my sensitive vessels
Crying ocean when I’m feeling restless
Feeling crazy when I skip the deep breaths
Unleashing devil when I’m manic anxious

Extinguishing sparks to calm the burning ashes
Expressing emotions to hit the freaking reset
Grinding patterns to feel the pure sand
Writing lines with my wondered senses
Lightning rhymes with my thunder pencil
Riding waves in search of peace & balance

—– Lightning Rhymes —–

Lightning Rhymes is a poem about the struggle to free myself from the sticky web of patterns & emotions. Sometimes I succeed & sometimes, I simply don’t. I’m learning every single moment to “deal” with me in order to find the inner peace. When the snapping snaps; when I loose my balance (psychological as well as physical), the whole ground shakes. It’s just not myself, who get affected.

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Please check these poems as well: Conjurer by PoeEternal (1), Parentheses and blinding light by Choices (2), My Hissssing Eye (3)

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A Dot of Hope

Original poetry, Poems about aggression, Spiritual poems

I’m just a dot if you zoom out to see the spot on this beautiful & lively zone

That’s all you want if you wish to lock when you hold the schaft & look patiently through the scope

I’ll turn into thick fog if you take a shot with your tainted thoughts painted with senseless strokes

You dreamt that I would rot when you put the mark at my heart from the other side of the shore

You better check your clock coz I’m on your watch to put a stop on your timeless goal

I know you wish & want but you simply can’t block coz I’m simply a free & formless soul

It’s the way I talk whether you like it or not but I’ll free you from the twisted knots crippling your core

I promise I won’t haunt from the very top to crop your vulnerable & shielded ghost

Coz I’ve walked on the path full of thorns & my drops that looked like the bed of roses

So I’ll simply take you to the dark to show you the burning sparks from daunting dot of beautiful hope

—– A Dot of Hope —–

A Dot of Hope is a multidimensional poem, that portrays the importance of hope, when we feel as if nothing can be done to dissolve the pattern; to come out of the pain body. When you are in touch with the inner peace, nothing can break you. You can also help others to come out of their patterns by guiding them in the right direction, by showing them that little dot of hope.

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Please check poem about: Inner Peace (1), Libra Heart (2), Brewing (3)

A Poem – My Bits

Poems about anger, Poems about recovery

I know you feel that I screw your head with my crazy snapping bit
Just don’t misinterpret by interrupting me, you’re making me insane & very sick
Just don’t tell me to leave or zip my lyrically slippery lips
I’ll then turn everything into gloomy shades of ashes, coz I’m simply so lit
So don’t make me glare at you with my demon eyes, your ground will burn & then split

I’ll spin my twisted pen to scribble alphabe(a)ts on your sensitive skin
I’ll flip out on you if you play plain judge when you sit on that judgemental seat
I’ll mentally hammer you down under the surface with the firing words that I spit
I’ll slit you into pieces with my edgy skills if you match my level of devil so big
So stay away from me before I pour your floor with the intense flow of my bleeding ink

I do trip every now & then when I keep loosing my weakend grip
I do hit hard on my ground & damage my brain, full of spots & pits
You see, healing with time is nothing but just a believable myth
If I’d simply sit back in my pit & wait for life to turn so slick
Nothing will ever change & I’ll remain a freaking sick

I’m trying to gather my pieces in peace to make a proper fit
So I’ll keep ripping my skin to stitch every single bit
To steer my unbalanced wheels for this wicked trip with no tricks
I promise, I’m gonna be around for the family in thick & thin
Jitter & sparks in my messy circuit but there’s no switch yet to make me quit

—– My Bits —–

My Bits is a poem, where I’m trying to gather myself after being provoked to the monstrous level. It’s like I get blinded by my rage & then it’s very difficult for me to come out of it, especially, if others try to match my noise level. I’m suggesting others to back off when I’m in this red zone. Talking about consequences, ordering me, raising voice or similar in that moment would only make the situation worse.

In the second half of the poem My Bits, it shows how I’m learning to observe the silence closely before the storm hits, to control my snapping. Writing poetry & talking about such matters openly, helps me to heal faster and it helps others to understand to a certain extent how I see the world when I feel imbalanced, angry, insane, numb & very sick at the same time.

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Related: Poem About Brain Hemorrhage and Stroke | I See Me (1).

Warmzone

Original poetry

It’s like when things become difficult from time to time, when I burn extra energy to focus on simple things, whether it’s fixing, cooking, carrying a tray or cycling, the mood crazily shifts & swings – feeling of frustration & anger pops up. Because it’s still difficult to accept a few things, even though it’s my new reality. It doesn’t mean it would be easier to go with the flow without struggling. It doesn’t mean either things aren’t moving. I’ll keep on fighting & pushing my limits as that’s the only way.