I am drawn to him
in the way
I don't understand.
I don't need to see him.
His voice only gives me
goosebumps.
And now I can handle the pain.
It's his voice in my head
Reminding me of how long
I've handled it,
that haunts me.
My heart hears nothing but
audible gold from his mouth.
So now I know
that I don't need much
from my life.
Just need to hear his voice;
sometimes.
A Fragment of happiness
in my life.
Jul 6, 2019
Jul 6, 2019 at 6:06 PM UTC
Your voice is beautiful
As a Melody composed on heartstrings.
Washes away my pain
and rein in my mood-swings.
Jul 6, 2019
Jul 6, 2019 at 5:35 PM UTC
the job of the artist
is to be
luminous and dangerous
*luminous to others
by being
dangerous to themselves
when the words are ripped from the chest,
atmosphere disbursed by the body’s projectile messes,
starburst fireworks,
luminous and dangerous,
luminating the shared night,
laminating your truths,
in poems disguised*
and so the job,
our work,
begins
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 6:30 AM UTC
A friend asked me
how to be a writer.
I wanted to say,
lock yourself in a room,
scream until you have
a poem and no voice.
Open your veins and bleed
until you know that your bones
are pure words and sorrow.
Act as if you slit your own throat
and all you can bleed
are your own regrets
and all of the darkness
you boxed up for inspiration.
Write your mom a letter,
tell her you're leaving
and you won't be back for awhile
Because being a writer is traveling
through all seven layers of Hell
and denying anything is wrong.
Forget loving yourself
when all you have is a pen and paper
fused to your wrist
and Jesus is tapping at your skull
saying turn back now.
Warn the neighbors that if they smell burning
It's just your soul
clawing at the front door trying to get in.
Learn how to be alone.
Learn how to lose everything you have
in order to feel release,
learn how to only feel deceased
from now on.
A friend asked me
how to be a writer.
All I said was
don't
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 6:19 AM UTC
Its all about night
when only we find, peace of mind.
With our heart pure,
but wounded never to be cured
We wish at 12 to love and to be loved.
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 8:39 AM UTC
Stop living in the dark,
Just dive deep into your heart.
Dont let your demons control your mind,
Freedom is exactly what you need to find.
Fire up your thoughts and write it on,
Take out your word-hoard and shine it on.
Let the poetry wrap you up,
Gather the words and blow up.
Memories will try to take control,
Let 'em coz that's how you write your best.
It might hurt a bit in chest
But that will help you in solving your quest.
Dec 21, 2017
Dec 21, 2017 at 4:15 PM UTC
Thou hast the ability
to seek the flickering light,
of hope in the dark
Thou hast the power
to gather thy shattered pieces
again and again.
O thou real artist!
Thou paint the colors
in thy life.
What thou do is not so easy
when thou choose what thou like
rather than being bound by hallow promises and fake love
Thou finally free.
O thou real beauty!
What thou do is not so easy.
Gathering thy broken pieces
holding hand of those who once betrayed.
masking pain with thy most beautiful smile.
O thou touchstone!
What thou do is an art.
An art to be practiced.
Art of choosing.
The hard way to right destination.
O thou real artist!
What thou do is not so easy
To be true to yourself
to be honest that make thou so lovely.
O thou beauty!
thy sedate tone...
After all the hardships of life.
proves thou a king.
O thou real artist!
thou paint the colors
in thy life.
O thou king!
thou got no jewels in thy treasure
but when thou unlock thy word-hoard
In whole world's treasures,
there left naught.
O thou king!
O thou beauty!
After losin' everything.
Thou win, thou win, thou win.
O thou touchstone!
Dec 14, 2017
Dec 14, 2017 at 3:49 AM UTC
He died and she was alone
But she stood strong
For she was wearing
Tiara of his love
And still clearly hearing
His voice echoing
I'm with you
Belove.
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 5:32 AM UTC
The way life betrayed me,
Caused' a havoc in my mind.
Roaming in the deserted graves,
Thy ghost is what m' tryna find.
Shadows of the dark dancing around me
Screaming and crying, m' in a bind.
Wind's whispering my name,
Asking me to seek you around
As it's a game.
Darkness tryna get it's claws on me,
Closing all my ways to escape behind.
I surrender,
So knackering this hide and seek is.
The lights of hope flickered last time,
Seeing everything clear with eyes but my soul's gone blind.
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 5:01 AM UTC