In between the greying
and the silvering
work and life
the sombre brooding of time
and the lull after the storms
poetry crept upon me
word by word
phrase by phrase
in a metaphor
letters from the heart
filling voids of loneliness
with welcome solitude

A stranger knocks at my door-
I opened it and saw,
Loneliness standing in front of me,
Saying, “Hello, old friend."

When you look at me,
What do you see?

Someone calm and composed?
Who dares not speak ablaze.

No, 'tis false.
For deep inside of me,
is a anger so wild and deep.

It consumes my mind and thoughts,
I wish I didn't feel at all.

I do not want to give in to the fire
A prayer I lifted to Heaven at dawn,
"Save me from my wretched, wicked heart."

You try your best, you really do-
To be the friend anyone can run to.
But, it seems you are just a spare,
And no one is there to care.

It seems like a terrible peace,
How the waves drown and roar like a beast.

I imagine myself in its darkest depths
Taking all these deep, deep breaths.

Its creatures lie hidden to the naked eye
As if waiting for a reply.

But yet, I find in the treacherous sea-
A place called home, for you and me.

my scars
should I be ashamed of them
the answer isn't clear
but what I know is
that I find them beautiful
they may not have came from beauty
but they grew to be

the scars erupted from pain and misery
I was searching for an escape
an outlet for my despair
I found it in blades

they marred my skin
but I love them so
I don't want to be judged for them
but I find beauty in the pain