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Slam Mar 2017
I saw her line fall flat
It was a sign that she's not turning back
A while ago i checked on her
It made me cry a river

I asked a question
But her silent told me everything in her position
A sound I'll never hear again
A beat that skipped a thousand repeat

I long to see
Her being with me
But all acts are nothing now
She has bowed her last show

I waited for her to come back
But it was a time to accept the fact
That she is no longer breathing
And she is in the great unknown just smiling

I wanted to say goodbye
Not knowing she already did
Like the last song i never heard
From the stereo i always listened to

She was and still the best
She deserves a rest
Rest in peace
When my time comes to an end
I shall see you again...
This is a poem i wrote for my grandmother who died last year. Our time together has come to an end. I know all acts are nothing now. It all happened so sudden. One moment you were smiling. Then the next time i came to see you... I was too late.
Slam Mar 2017
I want to breath but I'm not allowed to
I am suffocating with everyone else
Their voices are ill
I can't find no comfort
It is excruciating
Feeling the stabs of guilt
All the emotions are loud
I have not spoken though
Not even for once my ache
I am tired and sleepless
Finding a home i am restless
I hate them
I hate myself
All the anger i felt inside
I wanna cut myself open
Let it bleed
Feel the draping blood of agony
Curse the idea of healing
So painful
My mind is injured
Every bone i have is breaking
I cannot understand
I want to feel
All the emotions i can have
But this is all i have
I am scared for life
Chained in the burden of living
Slam Mar 2017
I used to feel free
Doing things like climbing a tree
Looking at the view past my insecurity
Pointing my fingers to the sun
Running around with no care
Feeling the emotions with sincerity
Painting my imaginations with silence in my sleep
Placing the moments inside so deep
Believing the great unknown
So hopeful in ways that is known
In morning songs the melody of my heart is revived
I was taking one step at a time
Making use of wasted time
I was good at staying alive
Letting myself breath in the greatness of world
Slam Mar 2017
As i lay down in bed
I have thought about thousands of words that infected my head
From my brain to my actions
Dazed and confused
Been hearing the same things
Feeling different emotions
Oh... So heavy
Decoding each phrase
Encoding each meaning as wounds
An awful way of truth
Slam Mar 2017
I am beneath my skin
I hide myself within
What you see is my body
So real like everybody's

There is war within me
The clashing of authenticity
What makes the ideal
Who am I that is real

From my skin to my bones
I am tough as stones
Deep inside I am alone
I am no king sitting on a throne

I am free from chains
But a slave to the influence of chance
Falling for the hope of unknown
Trying to pull myself closer to be known

The darker my heart gets
When the light illuminates
Who I am is what I think
In my shadows I am at sink

Everything I see in the mirror is reality
Untouchable but seen
Scared from the feelings
The shadows that live within
Slam Mar 2017
As the bone of the body decay
Everything in the world remain
The Cycle of words polluting the air
Continously sleep walking in circles

People looking through the unknown
In stranger places
Less cruel than the crowded home
A place where pain is tolerated

All the way down
Feels like hope is gone
Everything has just gone wrong
Journey had become too long
Slam Mar 2017
Today I felt the loneliness
Standing alone by the hall
Holding a bag and waiting for someone to call
Walking home with my shadow
Passing by people talking
Going to my house with shoulders down
Straight to my empty room
Face the  wall in hopes of escaping
In hopes of letting go of this life
Ending the pain found beneath
Lay down face the roof with questions
Who am I?
Tears fall down with each word being said
Shaking hands touching things around
Thinking if this body exist
Thinking if there is still a heart within
Each emotions are rotting
There is nothing clear of what to feel
Only the voices outside become real
I become invisible each day
Each morning
Each time
Each and every each of what i have
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