A poem – Loneliness

I feel sometimes as if I’m dying slowly due to my longing & craving, which makes me feel lonely.

It’s late at night as usual & my mind is on wandering spree
I’m very sleepy at present but sleeping is not my first priority
Spears are slowly piercing in my head, they’re paining me constantly
I’m hearing a loud knock on my door, oh it’s my spiraling anxiety

My loneliness is about to lit the dark side coz my screen is burning the molten beads
I’m scared of closing lids of my big eyes coz my craving is flowing like bloodstream
I’m holding the edge of my bed coz I don’t want to let loose & scream
So I stare in darkness with my scarred phase when I sense the river of my salty tears

I can’t take it, I’m breaking
I can’t brake it, I’m shaking
I can’t make it, I’m falling
I’m loosing my senses & it’s driving me crazy

I’m sinking in deep hole as if I’m slowly dying
So I start to talk things out as if I’m freestyling
And I jot my feeling down to create another rhyme
But deep down I long for a pure touch, my heart is simply crying

—– A poem – Loneliness —–

A poem – Loneliness is about my longing & craving, that I’ve been experiencing since quite a long time. It has come to this point where I become anxious & restless quite often, which lead to sleepless nights. I would rather walk on my trip-track than to zigzag. The fact is, it’s not a defect to feel this way. So here I am to reflect instead of choosing to deflect.

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The Edge

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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A Poem – Images

The feeling of being impatient, restless & angry. Basically, it’s about having difficulty in accepting my situation from time to time, which bring pain & sadness.

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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Poetry – Am I The Only One?

The feeling of being lonely is so intense that it’s been expressed through this poem. The words were simply flowing in me as if the emotions were pouring out from my dark holes.

Am I the only one feeling like this?
Am I the only one shredding in pieces?
Am I the only one screaming through verses?

What’s happening to me that I’m tearing?
What’s hitting me so hard that I’m breaking?
What’s giving me this numbness that I’m shaking?

Why am I looking in dark with empty eyes?
Why are my lips sealed & throat so dry?
Why am I feeling like fire, that’s about to die?

How can I survive when the light is fading with time?
How can I walk when my track is disappearing into broken lines?
How can I breathe when the air is suffocating my silence?

I’m shivering the shimmers with pure tremors
I’m twisting the beautiful minds with my terror
I’m traumatizing the hearts with my demons

My temple is screeching, I see the cracks in my brick
My heart is lonely, I stand at the brink of my flips
My soul is bleeding, I inhale the ashes covered in my red ink

—– Am I The Only One? —–

Am I The Only One is a poem full of different emotions. Everything has changed instantly in the moment of insanity. Perhaps I’m not the only one feeling like this, where the nights are darker than the darkest shade. The eyes are empty, the lips are sealed, the throat is dry, the heart is lonely & the soul is bleeding, as if I’m diminishing gradually. There is a state of shock.

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