Tag: Courage

  • What the Hell?

    They say that hell is crowded
    Yet, when in hell, you always seem to be alone
    You can’t tell anyone or they’ll think you’re crazy
    Those who escape hell never talk about it
    And nothing much bothers them after that
    Not missing a meal, going to jail, accidents or even death
    When you ask them, “how are things?”
    They will always answer, “fine, just fine…”
    Once you’ve been to hell and back, that’s enough
    Nothing scares you anymore, it makes you smile
    And the sun is always up at midnight
    It’s the greatest satisfaction known to man

    Charles Bukowski πŸ“–βœπŸΎ

  • Cappadocia

    Poetry is my shield
    It’s how my thoughts are relieved
    Some days I feel ten feet tall
    Some days I feel quite small
    But it’s better to fell either or all
    Than to just feel nothing at all
    So I write the writings that elicit
    If I don’t I sense a guilt of deceit
    As if the art will somehow wilt
    Leaving my throat all but slit
    A freedom that will come without delay
    But a cost that others will have to pay
    So instead of going through the motions
    Poetry is how I kill these emotions
    Before they dig deep in my mind’s hive
    And quietly burry me alive

    KJ βœπŸΎπŸ“–πŸ‡°πŸ‡ͺ

  • Divine Darkness

    I was at the edge of the cliff
    Barely holding on to myself
    I didn’t know what else to do
    It felt like end of the world for me
    One step forward I tried to take
    But You Called me, … I heard You
    I remember how Your Voice made me turn
    The world around me was ending
    Mine was just right there in front of me
    YOU.

  • SeeSaw

    You told me you love the rain
    Now I can’t sleep during storms
    It’s not because that I am afraid
    It’s that they remind me of you

  • Mystic Road

    I’ve been walking this lonely road
    For as long as I could remember
    Past empty streets and sleeping cities
    My shadow has been my only company
    My faintly beating heart keeping me alive
    Beyond every bend was a long blinding end
    It’s the worst kind of pain I’ve known
    Sometimes I wished someone found me
    I’ve seen enough sights to dread the unseen
    Now I’m stuck here at this crossroad
    Where am I supposed to go?
    To the right where nothing is left?
    Or to the left where nothing is right?
    I fell to my knees and closed my eyes
    Weeping for these roads untravelled
    Until I felt a warm touch on my shoulder
    Someone did find me

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