I‘m a man they said
calm and composed
For when I speak these knives come out
cutting the air on its way
For my lips are the whestone
sharpening the blade these words are
whenever I speak my heart
For the pain I carry is the dark obsidian
forming the edge
where I would fall from
Dec 20, 2024
Dec 20, 2024 at 2:57 AM UTC
Even if I‘m rich and famous
have a family and loving wife
I‘ll write poetry
to keep healing this broken heart
from all the sins it committed
in the past
only to be better and composed
in the present
Jul 5, 2024
Jul 5, 2024 at 1:42 AM UTC
Back here after years
_different_
This canvas soaks the blood
from the same broken heart
We are here again,
How did we get here?
Box full of pencils; Paper and clay
Her artistic soul painted my dreams
_I found her_ Told her I loved her
Talk to me
Apr 25, 2024
Apr 25, 2024 at 11:40 PM UTC
I am made of dreams,
the world is not for me
_everything _ that's not me
I am the life that I will never live
or I'll ever be
In my head, I'm not me
In my head, I'm some person I met
or I'm with a girl I really like,
a careless 13 year old with lots of homework
and nothing to do on a sunday afternoon
Meeting everyone until I will find me
Feb 27, 2022
Feb 27, 2022 at 1:15 PM UTC
Metaphors; _nested_, unconncected.
_High order_ entaglements due to a damaged brain.
Fulfiled, Afraid, confused, dreams make you petrified.
Ask yourself those questions.
Conceptualised, formulated and executed
in a damaged brain.
Tremendous courage and steady blood flow through my veins
clamp your fists and hold on tightly
I will make it through _sane_
on both my feet
even if I have to strain.
If its you who love me, I shall dream of you
and write about you,
from a damaged brain.
Jun 22, 2021
Jun 22, 2021 at 3:56 PM UTC
_Museums_; Statues; Words
Step into you,
keep you alive
_in me_, young I am.
Call me weak
for needing a canvas and a pen
_strong_, I call myself brave.
These ***** of feelings,
I'm not ready to show,
to each and everyone I wrote it for.
_Years be_: I won't forget about you
I will write about you, think about you
on a rainy sunday, while eating ice cream
_last felt_: They call it love
I don't miss it anymore
Jun 10, 2021
Jun 10, 2021 at 1:10 PM UTC
They make you, vulnerable
_Expose_ you, let the people
figure you out.
Find the weakness, and pinch right there
But for I am strong and fierce
For I will not shed a tear
If anything happens
I shall remain upright on my feet
and if the day darkens
I'll paint it yellow
and stand by
this creed
Jun 4, 2021
Jun 4, 2021 at 2:45 PM UTC
_Frost_; Snow or ashes?, her tears
rain down on me.
Floating and _falling_, attentive but _lost_
into you.
Closed the door and went downstairs
with you in my mind.
Kicked the pedal and saw you from the window
with tears in your eyes.
last seen, crying in the bathroom
_if found:_ tell her, I'm in the sky
I will wait for you
Apr 30, 2021
Apr 30, 2021 at 3:24 PM UTC
Far away he went.
_Holding hands_
He writes about you,
sings about you
and he doesn't stop
neither does the people
watching him.
"And this one for this girl who loved me".
Strings had the ability to compress a lifetime of
a journey
into music.
Apr 10, 2021
Apr 10, 2021 at 4:27 PM UTC
Slept with someone else,
_night_; thinking of someone else.
drunk,
and a broken string.
I have loved you even though I never heard you.
These broken songs that I play and sing.
_last found_: eating chocolates
I can't stop thinking about you and him
Nov 13, 2020
Nov 13, 2020 at 4:25 PM UTC