Niklaus

Niklaus Sep 2017

Every image of you buried
in different parts of my skin
Every line you gave, I carried
in different places of Berlin

Each time they mention love,
it breaks the little things inside
Even if still a mourning dove
I know in time, wounds heal from above

Love is such a sad word,
Sadder than sad, there are tears
Misunderstood and unheard
Everything about love is all that they fear

They say love hurts the most
But I do not blame the heart
They say love hurts the most
But I think humans had done their part

Wounds will heal
The next will soon arrive
The future will also be real
Regardless of the past, the hope doesn't subside

#love #sadness #hurt #real #healing #tears

Niklaus Jul 2017

The difference between you and I

The difference with you, sadness
You are the extreme loneliness or madness
You are temporary, and you can be thrown away
Once the circumstances change, you fade away

The difference with you, anger
You are the height of any issues and murders
You make them impulsive
You absolutely love it when they get abusive

The difference with you, attention seeking
You often deceive, telling everyone that everything's depressing
You urge them to mislead them, you want them to think depression is foolish
You find your peace when they get all the attention you have wished

The difference with all of you, I'm what they called "depression."
A mental disorder which seeks medical assistance
None of these changes can me go away in an instance
I make them turn their backs to their healthy lifestyle
And push them to an irregular and abusive lifestyle

Not everyone who I possess, slit their wrist
Some of them can actually resist
I never gave them the chance to articulate my causes
That is why people call them nuisances

The others think it's just feeling and temporary
No, I'm not, I'm real and far more than ordinary
I do deceive people by making them do happy things
That is why others tell them what to feel and do, saying it's nothing

Not all people whom I hold onto right now
Recognize my existence because I keep it low
I'm not sadness, anger nor attention seeking
I'm something you have to pay attention to because I'm not joking.

I hate it when people think I'm joking whenever I say, I have depression and anxiety

#depression #anxiety #sadness #anger #attention #seeking #poetry #feelings #people

Jul 2017

Venga

Pardon

'I cant help you
If you dont talk'

Maybe I cant
Talk
I Silently whispered

It is a swamp
Of silence

Not even my
Therepist
Can sweeten my pain

My unwarranted
Pain

The pain that
Shouldnt exist

Im too young
To know what
Pain is

Too young to
Have scars on my
Soul

The sun should
Always be on my
Youthful face

So i move on
Ignoring my
Invisible pain

The scars nobody
Cares to see

Jul 2017

Nadia DeLevea

Glass is Sharpest when Broken

Weary, so weary. ..
Exhausted I'm spent.
I'm broke down,
I'm damaged,
Ive got nothing left.

Weakness taken hold,
Strength nonexistent.
Dazed and confused,
I just need a minute!

To catch my breath!
To find my sight!
Before I lose my balance!
Just hold on!
One more step!
Where's the map?
I'm lost!
I've had it!

With bones of glass,
With paper skin,
With hands that won't quit shaking.
I can't hold on,
Alone again,
I'm cracked, I'm suffocating.

My mind frazzled,
My heart defeated.
My courage lost at sea.
Dragging my baggage,
I stand at the edge,
I cannot even see!

I scream straight from my soul.
Holler out with no control.
Fatigued, defenseless, collapsed,
Silent tears soak my knees.
I sob, I weep, I cry out loud,
Why me,
Can't breath,
Knocked to the ground.

Yet no one will know,
Or don't seem to care.
How fragile they've made me,
Each taking their share.
I beg, I plea, I gag on spite,
I hear them laugh in great delight.

They light me up,
They burn me down.
They dance on top,
They spin around.
They drag me under,
They watch me suffer,
They walk away,
They grin and chuckle.

Gasping for life,
Pull myself from the rubble,
A shadow of ashes,
An outline in dust,
Flames lit in my soul,
Give strength from within.
A Phoenix I rise,
No choice,
I must.

Glass is Sharpest when Broken™ By Nadia DeLevea

#strength #heroine #brokenness #defeated #rising #unbreakable

Niklaus Jul 2017

Deck of Cards; He's the King of Hearts

God took a new set of cards from his shelves,
And he began to shuffle the it
He named it Andres,
The hand pulled out a card which etches
"Life" and placed it at the bottom,
Instantly, the man started to breathe.

He took another card and formed his appearance
Arranging everything from its external points to internal ones;
Once the God was contented with the patterns,
He placed him down the desk which he called it, "earth."
After he secured the last layers of the man,
God let the people take the cards in his newly shuffled ones,
And they placed their own behind.

Most of the cards were fine,
Some cards are were torn apart
Some were beautiful, filled with roses and it's shining,
Some were made of numbers,
Some has vandals of poetry and drawings
Some were made of mechanical parts,
A few ones were made of diamonds and gems,
But Andres noticed that he kept on giving his king of hearts to the Queens,
And none of them ever held it for long.

He then asked God,
"Why am I bad at love?"
And the highest took all the cards that were left behind,
He spread across the table
And explained,
"You can't have everything, Son."

#love #tragedy #god #creation #human #man #woman

Niklaus Jul 2017

A Writer's Eulogy

What if this attention or what mortals called fame,
Vanish all of a sudden, will you still stay the same?

What if time slowly takes my voice away,
Will you turn your back and finally stay away?

What if life keeps me under the soil of the earth,
Will you ever voice out all the pieces I've written for the youth?

I'm a small pilgrim of the earth,
I'm the most trusted of the Deities
I'm the enemy of the mother planet
A tiny dust breathing under the vast skies,
Soon I will die and be one with the ground
And fade away like the sunset,
Letting the dusk that they call death
Take over and be in union with the night sky.

#death #writer #art #poetry #life #sky #youth #fame