Monday, July 2, 2018

Mad Poetry - 3

I feared to face the day But survived what was in there Now it seems to be child's play To be vulnerable and bare
Moments that raced my heart Emotions that choked and strangled Now they inspire my art Though it is chaotic and entangled
I faced the day with all my might I was dying thousand times Yet I now have courage to sleep at night With all nightmares that confines....

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Mad Poetry - 2

Write... it says: 'Write what?” I ask myself. No one knows what's there at the end It's all in their head that they make up Theories of confusion bundled into one Trying to navigate the world with their thesis Peculiar are the ways they argue Since they are being swallowed by their own words Words are strangling them yet they avoid silence Silences that have an answer with no words Only when words are silenced there can be an answer......

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