I yell and I yell
enclosed by the air
and yet I can't feel it.


I want to hurt myself
just so I can feel something
So I try and I try
but not a drop of blood shed.


I shoot and I shoot
I clash my cymbals
I set myself on fire
I bomb the whole **** cloud.

Nothing moves.


I am stuck in an infinite circle of an alternate reality.
Isolated from life.
I sit and sob
in a cloud of white air.

Loathe
Power verb
Direct, yes
Though,
Verbose is
How I wrote

Still I write in open circles
Even I don't know what I mean. Trust.
Looping back, is there not an artistry in that?

Together
Adjective for the ages
Cut to form,
Don't get me wrong,
It sounds fitting
With the way you lead your life.

Your confines.

Look at all my fitted pieces.
I bend the lines with word as waveform.
Looping back,
Fulfilling is
As useless
As it is
Useful

You’re not a poet because you know those ‘fancy’ words
You’re a poet because every word you write comes straight from your heart

You’re not a poet because people admire your work
You’re a poet because you write for your own contentment and not for people's consent

You’re not a poet because you feel alone
You’re a poet because pen and paper are your biggest companions

You’re not a poet because you understand emotions better
You’re a poet because you let them flow freely

You are not a poet because you’ve failed in love
You’re a poet because you’ve been in love deeper than anyone else

You’re not a poet because you are strong
You’re a poet because you don’t hide your weaknesses

You’re not a poet because you can heal hearts
You’re a poet because you know what it means to be broken

Red
Seeping down my thighs
Staining my skin,
Forming ridges
And valleys
Monuments
That only I can see
Attesting to what I've done

What if the sounds of heavy winds -
Were calls of souls in despair
Tormented by oblivion
As our memories of them fade

Standing behind my closed window
Gazing at the swaying leaves
Would the misunderstood chaos cease
If the unseen was to be seen

Like those souls, were my tears
They poured for you to see
But you spared them for oblivion
To be swallowed by my cheeks

I understood the crying winds
As they understood my tears
So I opened up my window
Welcoming in the unseen

Furious, you ran towards me
Pushing the window shut
I reached out as I fell with the wind
But my arms remained untouched

It was then that I realised
The truth about my tears
Like the wind, I was living -
On the other side, unseen

So my calls of despair began to fade
Whilst heavy winds rain away -
Into far-off skies, accepting fate -
Of my forgotten soul in decay