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Your Presence

Right in this moment, I’m craving for you – Crazy for you
I wish to kiss your soft lips – Flow of passion
The desire to bite you – In pure ecstasy
Just want to dive into you blindly – A beautiful moment
I won’t be able to keep my hands away from your body – The curvy forms

But it was time to open my eyes from the subconscious
You weren’t here with me in your physical form
I felt though your pure energy from the sacred zone
You’ve set my heart on fire
It’s beating heavenly & hot
I feel your presence close to me
Pure intensity in a single shot

No, it wasn’t my longing – I felt your touch
It was so tender & deep
No, it wasn’t the moment of desperation – I smelled your scent
It was so fragrant & toxic
No, it wasn’t my anxiety – I heard myself scream your name
It was so real & yet surreal

The first alphabet is so curvy
Just like those loving beats so divine
Just like the hypnotizing dance of that serpentine
Just like the sensuality in spiritual form
Just wish to show you this crazy reality
You are simply the wave of my heartbeat

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Your Presence

Original poetry

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Beast of the Beats

Original poetry

The heart is always singing & playing some fluctuating beats
Get ready coz I’m about to kill these crazy & deafening melodies
The beast is looking at me constantly while it’s feasting on my blood & meat
It’s tearing me apart in pieces, while I’m bleeding ink rapidly

The holes in me are dark & many, if you look in my head very closely
This darkness is slippery & is about to stick just like the thick grease on my grid
It feels as if I’m about to leave, to find my hell or be one with the heavenly
But I’ll not try to find the God, coz that pure energy lives inside of me

I know the beast can’t reach the core, from where I breathe & live in totality
But I don’t know how to breathe, coz the anxiety is kicking restlessly
I’m affected & shaking quite often after checking my recent prints on the computer screen
This beast is like a thief, who keeps stealing my vitality

I’m trying to blow positivity in my whole by therapy & self healing
All I need is to love, live & care from the deep in reality
Feel free to play judge & jury, but I don’t care what you actually think of me
I’m simply playing these beats to transform beast & its norm, so it stops preying on me, calamity

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Beast of the Beats

Original poetry

Quarrel

Original poetry

These days I sit in silence
To avoid the quarrel
With those high sirens
To stop the violence
By not pointing the cold barrel
At my hot head to reduce the noise level

The imprint of my top shelf
Appears so dark from the shooting range
If you look closer, it’s in deep pain
My ground is covered with hot bullet shells
Ready to scream & layer my screen with thick red
The whole of me has uncountable dark spots, which make me spit lead

What have I become?
Why do I feel so frustrated?
Why is it still difficult to accept my new reality?
Why is my gun always loaded & pointing at me?
Why the feeling of pushing trigger to balance things?
Why am I wounded so badly?

Working hard to change my patterns
Life is on stake & is actually threatened
At times my body & mind are so drained
Difficult to find peace in that piece of frame
The feeling to drown in deep ocean to clean my stains
To heal my soul that has been bleeding since ages

Yeah, I can change all this with a blink
I’ve been working on this but sometimes patterns do stink
Building the physical & mental strength of my outer & inner skin
Trying to quit the quarrel & healing every particle of me
I’m burning in flames every single moment on this sacred journey
To form the new me from my ashes, the true being

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Quarrel

Original poetry

These days I sit in silence
To avoid the quarrel
With those high sirens
To stop the violence
By not pointing the cold barrel
At my hot head to reduce the noise level

Related poem: Spinal con-fusion: a poem by a survivor (1)

Loving & Living

Original poetry

The flow of blood, that’s streaming
The flow of air, that’s breathing
The percussions of heart, that’s beating
The thoughts of someone, that feeling

Butterflies
Connecting
Dancing
Dreaming
Healing
Shining
Sighing
Singing
Smiling
LOVING

But then the lightning struck in its own beautiful form
The shields are up to protect & push away ones own reflection
Everything changes in that very moment, pure deflection
The lungs inflate & deflate heavily in this painful reaction

Crying
Emptiness
Longing
Missing
Restless
Sighing
Tearing
Thinking
Sadness
LIVING

It feels like the heart is burning in the ice cold furnace
Phrasing phase to face requires enormous courage
But this crazy love won’t disappear from the core & its blood surface
Love is the heart of this beautiful, light & dark universe

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Rocking Emotions

Original poetry

My vision has become so Blurry

Coz I feel Broken inside

I’m one of those Heathens from the suicide squad

Who always ends up doing something Wrong

Even though I’m ready to offer the blood of My Sacrifice

The Pain I suffer in going through this all

When my right side of brain bleeds The Red

The left arm & hand become so Numb, I feel so sick

I still don’t know What I’ve Done

But I know somebody has stolen my heart just like that Car Radio

I just wish My Immortal will leave me alone one day

I’m doing everything to Bring Me To Life

To relive the Sweet Child O’ Mine

Coz it’s Never Too Late

To feel Alive once again

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Coming for You – A Fantasy Poem

Original poetry

I’m coming for you & your bloody devilish mates
So you must start running as fast & faraway as you can
Before I start moving to you & catch you with my bare & strong hand

I’ll reach you & will find you, even if you hide in your secluded den
I can see, the demons are sitting with you as your very cool mates
But I’ll burn them all in a split second with this lazer sharp flame

If you won’t give up, then I’ll lock the heavy gates of this haunted place
If I have to, I’ll hammer your hands with long & sharp nails
If you still try to run, I’ll chain you with the heavy steel rings

I’ll snap your hand just like that little twig, so you can feel so much pain
Just stop running from me, else I’ll chop your legs with these sharp & edgy blades
I’ll cut your whole body into small pieces just like I cut wind & waves

You got to taste your own dark shade of bitterness as a pretty tasty snack
You can’t escape anymore from your own bloody fate
So stop dropping the sickening stories from your own filthy slate

You’ll find me everywhere coz I’m a part of you, I’m your crazy phase
Be real infront of me, just stop painting your own face
I’m simply writing a fantasy poem & it’s neither about the hurt nor hate

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A Poem: Guiding Myself

Original poetry

I’m asking myself to guide me
So I remain focused
I need to push myself to higher level
So I don’t end up where I once was
I must discipline myself for betterment
So I build up the strength that I need

I must listen to my body’s physical & mental side
So I give enough time to myself without the guilty feeling
I must not be hard on myself
So I accept not all days are crazy cool

But I must heal the inside of me first
So I can treat the outside wounds
I must give myself the love & empathy
So I can feel the universe is love
I must meditate & practice mindfulness
So I can calm my nerves & learn to breathe again

But I could also choose to do simply nothing
But then I’ll leave the whole family in trauma, misery & pain
The choice is mine
If I wish to live & shine
Or end up into ashes & die

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