A poet’s soul,
Is neither kind nor forgiving.
We have been hardened by life,
And moulded by its strife.
These are things we are not born with, but acquire:
Eyes that reek of judgement,
Tongue bitter from the taste of truth,
And an imagination that defies gravity.
These are things we do not dread, but desire:
Nights devoid of sleep,
Passion that burns a hole through your heart,
And a mind that obeys no one.
Green ones for my head,
Blue before I go to bed,
The white one helps me see,
Yellow, keeps me buzzin like a bee.
The black one, like my soul
Has a stench so foul.
All these pills inside,
They’ve got me bleary eyed.
How much can they really do?
But make you a little less you.
It’s not about what you say,
Or the things you do
Every second you breathe
I am triggered by you.
It’s either loving or hating
There’s no in between
I can’t live with you, or without you
How can you be so nice, yet mean?
You’ve got my heart jumping ropes
You toy with my hopes
Then you sweep me off my feet
Making this circle repeat.
Heroes speak of battle scars,
Knives and bullets that seared their skin,
The blood they spilled,
And the lives they lost.
Little do they know about
The wounds that words can cause.
They don’t know of all the haters
The cowards behind masks,
And the sordid whispers they wield.
Lately, the battlegrounds have shifted
And wars are camouflaged in civilisation.
Every night, we meet in a recurring dream.
Making new promises, to redeem.
Your eyes locked on mine,
Our fingers entwine;
Two hearts beat as one,
All the masks are undone.
I couldn’t walk, but with you I fly.
Amongst the stars setting fire to the sky.
I am pushed and pulled
Left to suffocate in silence,
A voiceless fool.
I am taut and teased
Stripped of my pride,
A spineless tool.
Made to feel so silly,
By a heartless bully.
You bring me down like gravity.
Have you ever felt so complete?
A heart so full that it could explode,
Into little pieces of nerve wrecking joy.
Sometimes it’s a good thing
To feel the weight of the world on your shoulders,
If it is your little girl asking for rides on your back.
Sadness can be a happy emotion
When it is felt for the loss of a loved one
You are lucky to have loved and lost.
Shot up nerves is the rawest of passion
When you’re on that first date,
And you can’t get over his smile.