ROOTS

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You’ve planted your roots under the humid sun,

pushing the earthen ground of filial obedience,

to find the water of appreciation and peace,

seeking the nutrients of innate contentment.

 

But you have been uprooted too often,

that your body is torn and bloodied, 

with the sins of your past,

with the karmas of your future.

 

You realise you only have the strength,

to gain stability in the concrete homes,

of those that never had the heart,

to give you loyalty in the first place.

 

Shiver at the ironic natures of this world!

 

The roots that you buried,

have been left to wither and die,

under the humid sun and the breezy winds,

the memories; the laugher.

 

Your living soul Is nothing but a distant past of a life once lived and mourned.

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WHEN WILL I SETTLE…

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Like withered leaves,
frolicking to autumn’s eddying air,
I’ll never know,
when will I settle,
satisfy the needs of innate contentment,
accept that the established sentiment,
of yesteryear’s regrets and dispositions,
were brewed; resonance of seasons,
of torment and wholesome blues,
the despair of crouching in broken homes,
lined with vines of toughened roots,
of darkened esteems and confidence,
to approach life.

When will I settle,
heal the chasms of neurotic inanities,
reject the weakened foundations of these paper towns,
glorified by the insatiable greed of paper people,
making cutout love in flimsy suburbia,
that failed to quench the pleas of adam-kind,
to erase the mistake,
of star-crossed sins and entwined hues;
the longing for better times,
to approach life.

BOY OH BOY

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Boy Oh Boy you’ve grown,

Shred heartstrings and life became a loan,

An embodiment of hope till you were thrown,

Now you’re fighting a battle all so alone.

 

Boy oh boy you grown,

Fine nightshade seeds you’ve sown,

Reap your fruit as they were your own,

Your karma, the testament to your bone.

 

BRUISED

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How can the brain fathom,

The sensual pain and sadistic pleasure,

As you bathe me in explosions of Lilac,

And paint me in auras of midsummer’s hue.

 

How can the heart fathom,

The lonely waltz in the silent night,

Moonstruck by winter’s frolicking cadency,

Imbued by old love and our darkest sins.

 

How can the body fathom,

The torture of inevitable misery,

As you kiss me with saccharine sadness,

And drink me sinfully; Ichor like nectar.

 

How can the soul fathom,

The drought of eternal mirth,

Fists of heaven; Mouths of cyanide,

The chaos of heartbreak that never sleeps.

DEPRESSION

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Pain in the head,

Wants to leave me broken and dead.

Broken ideals and thoughts,

Finding home in bones destined to rot.

Crying in the darkest nights,

Under the stillness and the broken lights.

The shadow of a soul I know,

Searching for myself I buried long ago.

 

Hollowness in the heart,

The change that threw me apart.

Destiny sailed me through oceans,

Bruised and Scarred my true emotions.

Dancing to the sound of my tears,

As the faults of yesteryears appear.

 

Arrhythmia in the soul,

That struggled to keep my body whole.

Buried alive into the stony ground,

When water couldn’t keep me drowned.

 

Silence in the body,

Demons love to make it bloody.