#bane
That dark desire clouds your mind
It whispers something profane
Asking for pleasure that bind
Filthy corruption and bane.
Dec 12, 2024
Dec 12, 2024 at 10:54 AM UTC
Recklessly I cruise a plateaued plane
One I call memory lane
Which in hindsight was kind of insane
I'm not sure what I was looking to gain
There's not much other than pain in the ones I retain
I know this, it's beyond first hand eyewitness obvious,
Even prior to being forced to meticulously explain
Becoming increasingly familiar with that ruthless domain
Thankfully some truly cherished living snapshots remain
However, most have broken free from their neglected, rusty chain
And I'm left cursing the bane of my existence,
While, in plain sight, the flashbacks that cause my eyes to drain
Swerve in and out of my lane
Joy ridin' my misery or being metaphysically driven to the torture of the mind and soul,
Instigated by a fraction of a fractured brain
That to this day isn't clear on what's it's actually sayin'
Can not seem to refrain from immersing myself in self inflicted pain
Forgotten or slain?
What's it matter if the outcome will be the same;
Me, laying motionless in front of a raging train,
Leaving only a crime scene stain
One that'll go as unnoticed as it did when it flowed through a main artery vein
'Till any and all evidence of my unspectacular,
Super localized reign
Washes away in the rain
And I become nothing more than a name
©2024
May 12, 2024
May 12, 2024 at 12:25 PM UTC
If our paths never cross again,
I want you to forget the pain,
Forgive me and be sane,
Do spare me of the bane.
Nov 23, 2020
Nov 23, 2020 at 1:56 AM UTC
No one could ever dream to have you beat
in self destruction, self pity and defeat,
it’s almost bittersweet.
But you get by, it’s you not I,
you get by with a plan to only die.
Yes you get by, with any chance to cry,
never noticing another’s sigh.
You know with all the licks you’ve been taking,
we’re both surprised that you’re still waking.
Oh and with the hits you’ll keep taking,
don’t be surprised that you’re still shaking.
Let’s get straight to the root of the problem,
slam our heads together; we’ll forget if not solve them.
So what’s your story you’ve got for me today?
I am no stranger to your sad tales,
though you push them right off the rails,
and my own attempt is exempt and always fails,
I’d have better luck pitching them as sales.
As you’d get by, just for a high,
only to try with your plan to die.
Yes you get by, it’s always you not I,
claiming life’s got you in it’s eye.
You know with all the kicks you’ve been taking,
it’s a wonder you’re still not breaking.
Oh and all the tricks you’ve been making,
are you shocked we think you’re faking?
Let’s get straight to the root of the problem,
you act the saint and cast I as the goblin.
So what’s your story, exaggerated allegory, today?
Let’s cut right to the root of the issue,
my hands are full but do you need a tissue?
I’ll say sorry, just ignore me and what I have to say.
So open up the bursting flood gate
direct the flow to where I seem to wait,
it’s truly my ears that suffer the most,
I abandoned thought not my post, though I now am late.
But you get by, and still yet defy
magnify on your plans to die.
You’ll always get by, call it a lie,
focusing on rain ignoring you’re dry.
Oh with all the trips you’ve been taking,
It’s no surprise you’ve been strongly flaking.
And with the drips and the lies that have been caking,
you can’t comprehend anyone else aching.
So let’s get straight to the root of the problem,
I’ll start a list and another separate column.
So what’s your story, for attention or glory today?
Let’s cut right to the root of the issue,
hands on your neck and checking your wrist too,
it’s mandatory and obligatory, but morally grey.
Jul 3, 2020
Jul 3, 2020 at 12:16 AM UTC
I fill my days with delusions
Minimising any time I have for myself,
For that is when I lose it
My thoughts are my own bane
They are my own nightmares
Sleepless nights turn into desperation for a way out.
I know the guardian angel to my affairs
And what he would have me do but,
Will I regret it?
Jun 1, 2020
Jun 1, 2020 at 3:40 PM UTC
I talk with myself sometimes,
Sometimes, I weep too.
But, all of a sudden, when I take my pen.
The emotions flow through it.
The pen weeps too.
A heartbroken poet is not new,
This feeling is not rare for me too.
I roam under the dark sky,
Through dark forests, maybe all in my mind.
All in a quest to find you.
Amidst the mist of false love and lies.
I ask everyone where my love lies.
You linger and play in my Castle of dreams
But, you are missing in my Palace of reality.
God knows where you hide.
He won't tell me, for I'm a poet.
I suffer a curse to have a broken heart.
To lay on thorns and still sing songs.
A poet's heartbreak is a bane.
Until death, It shall ever remain.
Mar 13, 2020
Mar 13, 2020 at 11:34 PM UTC
Let I lie with my hopes duly.
Rested in an assurance that I will be found by an ally of fondness.
Pondering to a multitude of angles.
Stranded in just a brink of a nightmare.
May I awaken from this perpetual slumber.
Covet a warm heart of studious and charm before me in attraction.
Lest there be another death to the fall of this curse.
Cursed in miserable repetition, a pattern of repulsions and rejections.
A bane to my heart, parching its ever-yearning desire.
Neverending torture binding my soul in solitude.
Does there remain a path free of this maze?
Won't there be a light to lead the way to freedom?
No one could settle in a course without expiration leading bitter.
A youthful vessel grounded in the rootless sea of brought by time.
Flowing it may be, may it lead my wavering hope into a full victory.
Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 10:01 AM UTC
I bite my tongue when I'm afraid.
It's not easy for those who stay.
It's colder this coming Winter.
I can already feel shivers.
I see my soul staring at me.
I wonder what it just might see.
And all of this causes me grief.
A little one,
So Cold,
Crying...
This time of year, a bane of sweets...
Caught by surprise, nowhere to flee.
I've lost it now,
A lock, No key.
A darkened path,
No light to see...
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 9:13 AM UTC
I race against my heart’s beat.
There’s a wild call hanging in the still air,
A call of longing slips, escapes from my throat.
An answer to a thwarted hunt.
The Dreamer a delusion.
The Trickster a fool.
The Philosopher a liar.
The Musician a bane.
And yet I hope – struggle.
The hunt will be successful
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 2:36 AM UTC
daunting nonstop rains,
such mayhem landslides and pains;
rain: boon if not bane!
Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 1:15 PM UTC
Fabricate the world,
tile by tile,
Until the towers sway.
Overlook the foundations,
in your frenzy;
cement them another day.
Let the buildings descend;
frightened humans,
their lives in jeopardy
They felt invincible,
now are vulnerable-
their lives have become tardy.
* * *
the bird soars high above
the streets are empty
its screeches for
we are no more
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 12:33 PM UTC
Anxiety... the bane to my existence
At the opportune time opposing my resistance.
Dragging me into an uncontrollable state of stress,
Where I stand idle, where I'm a mess.
All my insecurities resurface, and
I think that I can't handle this,
That I'm not that great after all.
That I'm not desirable in the eyes of all.
So I stand silent in desolation
In a state of isolation.
Where I wonder who would put up,
With this mishap of creation...
That happens to be me.
Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 1:05 AM UTC
Whether love is a blessing or just a bane
But it travels in my blood veins like a pain
Faith is enough to carry along even a grain
It makes assault on heart again and again
Beauty is a miracle,magic to play with strings
All the universe sings like in blooming springs
No one is saved when by love it is but it stings
Love, beauty are flying in a chain with wings
I want an eternal embrace from my sweetheart
We intend to be together never ever to depart
Love intends to read book of love part to part
Let me love fly to some other world on love cart
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 10:45 AM UTC
The world used to be better, I know, the AC used to work
no commitments or fetters, although, that's really not a perk
No hot water in the pipes, or electricity in the lines
nothing left but weak gripes, reading all the signs
Anarchy so attractive in my youth, just another word for free
a bureaucratic hidden truth, as fruit upon an unowned tree
The lack of controls and government, freedom now held high
not a religious or better covenant, never seeing eye to eye
Ah but to turn back the clock, and reverse the damage done
paying heed to the future knock, hoarding bullets for my gun
Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 11:56 AM UTC
*Everyone can't be tame
Like they're insane
Living life a hell of a game
Fame is such a bane*
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 8:52 AM UTC
If you stop stalking me,
Then I can think clearly
Maybe I'll have peace of mind.
If you stop stalking me,
Then I won't be talking to myself
Maybe people won't call me crazy again.
If you stop stalking me,
Then I can go to sleep
Maybe I won't wake with you staring
If you stop stalking me,
Then my doctor will know I'm sane
Maybe I won't need my pills.
Once I was filled with life,
Now all I cause is strife
If I could be the same,
Then I'll stop stalking you.
Maybe I won't be so lame.
If I could sleep at night,
Then I'll stop stalking you.
Maybe I won't fear the light
If dogs don't bark when I'm near,
Then I'll stop stalking you.
Maybe you won't shriek like a deer
But I can't stop stalking you
For I shall be stuck alone
I can't stop stalking you
Because I have no hope on my own
I can't stop stalking you
For no one will see me ever again
When my time is due,
Then I'll ease your pain
I wouldn't stalk you
If I'd died with ease
And my flesh put to rest
For my soul would be in peace
And free from this torment
And when you die
Maybe you'll find peace
Then you won't feel my pain
But until then, just like everyone else's
I'll always be there
Lurking in the night
Staring at night
Your stalker and your bane
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 5:15 AM UTC