Speak your heart out,they all keep saying;as they turn away their glassy stares away from your face. Out of the abundance of our hearts our mouths speak,still said by the many...but what happens when all that's in our heads is let out?

Ain't you just tired of how all seems to keep going and going,I mean, opening the floodgates of your heart, blaring your soul out to other lost beings, but still cage all that which burns and screams within your head?

Thus you choose to write poems. Writing them down for the few who seem patient enough to wait the ripples to settle,making the words much clearer and thus create a less treacherous path to your bleeding self and tormented head.
You take up your feelings and words straight from your over punctured narcotic-filled veins, sharing the learned and acquired lessons in your mind and maybe...maybe seeing the beauty within and amidst your pain.

But...our world being what it is,they all stab you in the back as you lean in for that homely embrace that signifies acceptance and familial bond. Through this it dawns upon you, that you really never stood a chance with them at all...that you were the only standing chance that you needed,and nothing exists in humanity save for our physical lust and greedy wants.

And in all this,you become one with your struggles, not a runner from reality but more of a believer;a crusader for pain.
So next time  you hear them say speak your heart out,just look for the next exit,and run. Run....for your own sanity depends on your agility. And oooohhhh....forget not your pen and paper when you run, for in each step you make,your thoughts and words shall follow you.
All that which resides in your head shall never abandon you. Your blessed curse.

©JoyRedd

Gone those days
When we waited for the perfect day
To propose
And express our feelings directed by our heart
Long plannings were made
To make the moment perfectly perfect
But we too feared and hoped
We don't hear a NO.
If it was a YES,
A smile from the other said was enough to let us know.
But if it was a NO,
Friends said, they had smelled that long time ago.
Some said you wasted so much money to buy those roses dear,
If I had known your intentions earlier
I wouldn't have let you do so.
Poor heart only felt the sorrows
It didn't bother about the financial loss
The almost empty pocket had got.
It only wished to fall in love and nothing else.
It only whispered softly and said
Let's fall in love
For all beautiful future days
Which will be happy and prosperous
If we are together forever from this day.
But no one was there to listen to our heart.
Only silent breeze and setting sun witnessed the drowning heart
Into the deep sea of sorrows and tears.
Those days love really mattered.
Those days sorrows were really heavy enough to shatter us.
But we never got demotivated Because
Loving friends were always there
To cheer us up and stand beside us.
But

These days everything seems so fake,
Even the words of love comes with asterisk conditions apply
That the beautiful words-
"Let's fall in love..... "
Seems less precious these days.