The beauty of this world we cannot see,Cos we are blinded by the bright lights from the neon fake,And trying to find that peace that was once already there,Was human’s biggest mistake,We put ourselves in this daily nightmare,When we were meant to live a dream,We don’t challenge why or even...
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Me Performing “The Confusion of They” at Poetry Platform on 05/11/2024
Me Performing “Frankenstein’s Monster” at Poetry Platform on 05/11/2024
Me performing “The Lost And Unforgotten Flow That Is Also Known As My Existence” at Poetry Platform on 05/11/2024
The Lost And Unforgotten Flow That Is Also Known As My Existence
I’m floating on a lost breeze of depressional rhythm,Lost in an existence of nothing,With only my conscience that is aware of my being,My sleep deprived mind believes that the reality of life is actually a thing,I am like a vibration on a guitar string,As it is plucked from the tears...
My Attempt to Explaining Fate…..
Fate is a continuous and contagious flow of a rhythm of peace and disorder, set on a path locked into a destiny that is completely bound by the laws of an unclear existence, but it also has the ability of free will that can change at any given moment……Long story...
The Confusion of They
I’ve been raised up so I can fall,I’ve been locked in a prison but told I can open the gate,I’m told I’m worth it but they convinced me I’m worthless,I’ve been institutionalised by the self-hate,They tell me that I am unique,Yet tell me I’m exactly the same,They tell me my...
Frankenstein’s Monster
I am just a madman in your eyes,A dangerous freak in human clothes,With a mind that knows of only evil,And love and comparison is something I will never know,Your stories of my kind have defined me,Even if I live in a so called tolerant age,You may have released us from...
All Alone
As the woman I once loved,Laughs and sings her hate for me,I sit here begging life for the slightest bit of peace,Just for a few moments, to know what it’s like to be free,The memories and demons they torture,My beaten and fragile mind,Screaming such vivid depictions of a time I...
Pretty Bird Flying High
I look at all the pretty birds,Flying high in that sky,Free from all the pain of a human’s mind,Completely free, never to ask why,Even with all the problems that I face,The biggest burden that I share,Is that I am down here,And not up there,One day though,And one day soon,I will...
