the fire burns bright,
clouding my mind
with the smoke
of an angry heart.
with all her might
to put the blaze out —
will she succeed?
i am so frustrated right now.
don't expect me to do for you
what you don't do for yourself
don't mistake your right to be wrong
for my respect
the worlds collided, merged
what you attack rules over you
the song i've known for years
makes sense now but
i still won't play it out loud
but i'd watch you dance anyway
i will tell you what i have been dreaming about
since i chose to be useful
those are my real hopes
that i want out, once and for all
but that would never be allowed
i am, we are, exhausted, anyway
your anger is justified by everything you lack
there is no point in teaching
you need to be left to learn
here is my last line
everything this masochistic mayhem is about
it's fine to be alright
it's still normal to feel okay
it has been always normal
for you to be okay
it is okay to show vulnerability
you are human after all
but always remember to defend your keep
steady now and don't lose your footing
this will be my mantra
I don't know what to write,
But my hands itch
For the sweet release of poetry.
Just like the ears yearn
For the smooth symphonies,
Just like the eyes call
For the breathtaking beauties,
My hand reaches
For the blessed release of inspiration.
I know this feeling is just a lack of dopamine,
Believe me when I say I'm trying
Trying to find some dopamine
To motivate me...
i am a plastic bag floating upon the waves of an ocean
simply allowing them to carry me wherever i am destined to go
with every word said
she became smaller & smaller.
"Who is there for you?"
of words that stab her heart
she now believes
& haunts her.
now she is as small as a bug.
"Who is there for me?"
as she herself couldn't be there for her.
[ e.i. ]
Floating, head's up, afloat
one with mud
grass and whatnot
Didn't even notice the smell
No thing makes my skin crawl
What's to come? My mind draws a blank
In my mind, racing, tracing along the bank
Noticing, not feeling
Seeing, not watching
Under the gentle sun evening
over biscuits and tea families gather
My heart has sunk, somewhere
somewhere... drown in this dark water
muddled, and riddled
cold... cool cold water...
Small hands grabbing strong strands,
feet in sunk in pulling sands
Let this be my habitat...
until everything lays flat
Until my heart...
restarted to the start
slowly crackling inside,
shattering little by little,
while I'm sitting.
but not really paying attention:
noticing but not focusing.
Let's NOT forget how fragile we are,
with all our fears and problems,
staring at a delicate image of us,
while others gaze at the sky.
we used to leave our homes thinking
that we’re going to change the world,
but all we do now is close the door behind us
thinking that we’re going to change two metros and three buses on our way
The only thing that’s fragile in the room is the mirror.
our vulnerability is one of our main strengths,
our ugliness is, actually, the beauty that others seek for,
our “shower/grower”, “pear/apple”, “spit/swallow”, “oral/normal” abilities are not on anyone’s interest list,
other than the one made-up in our head
stress creates distress.
Let’s NOW forget how fragile we are and start living a little!