Do not look in the mirror:
What will stare back will be sure to cause
Futility; what you thought would look back is just a face
Your mind has created: alas it is what you would like to see.
But in reality all you are left with is undesirable.
Quick, where is the moisturizer? I see some lines.
Dark circles? I thought we weren’t wearing makeup anymore.
You said we weren’t, we’re only 27 there can’t be lines
Impossible.

You stole my heart with your silver tongue
with a voice so sweet from your crimson lungs
I beg for a day when my dreams don't consist of you
I lose sleep looking into your eyes, light blue
What's worse is the feeling that you'll never be mine
so I drown my heart in a bottle of wine
No liquor can remove the taste of your lips
or the warmth of my cheeks when your hands touch my hips
Maybe I'll forget how you laugh and you smell
but they pain you brought me... I'll take that with me to Hell

Lately, all I can feel is despair,
Finding for love everywhere

People threw out their arms and called it home,
However, in reality, all they wanted was to me be alone

I could measure my significance,
Yet I wondered have I made a difference

Only to see myself dwelling into invisibility, Releasing pain by saying, I hate everybody

Hated upon everybody,
Yet couldn’t find reasons by anybody

Puzzled! what have I done wrong?
Do I have to suffer in this misery lifelong?

Day by day only exceeding my tolerance,
Will I ever get my Solomon?

My only wish was to be a part of something,
But fate had only written nothing

Reached out for help with a glimpse of hope, Figured out that the almighty replied nope

Never knew helping others can be harmful,
Until others acknowledged me as awful

Each day I gave up, also yelled I am done,
Only to find myself weak and burned

Now I know I do not want to be a part of this,
Remember this time I will not be there to pull you out of the abyss.

Epitome of despair
A little Impaired
Agony and hatred
Entertained by Clair

-Oh, Clair how are you?

Once, I wrote down all my happenings.

On an old paper

Invaded by a stranger

Myriads of night, crying


My friend has been exposed

"Hatred" is the thing with claws-

that slices through us all.

And leaves a wound without it healed-

then, captures for it's thrall.


Torn by it's embrace with pride.

It infects all that it leaves behind.

But love could be it's mend

that keeps our hearts enshrined.


I've seen it rip and tear lives-

and play with them like prey.

Yet, never, in experience

it suppresses love with it's pain.

** Based off an Emily Dickinson poem