Control Or Flow

The need for control. I naively thought I could keep pain and worries away by looking ahead… how can you see, when there is a bright light at the end of the tunnel, blinding your next step? We all walk this unknown path, which is life, unaware of what is to come next, but some of us think they have walked this path before, thus, they think they know the way. Others, fear the dangers lurking and utilise planning as protection. Rather than planning your trip, just let the path take you and trust it is a safe and happy place. Release the illusion you are in control and enjoy the journey.

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Source of Memory

The well of sorrows holds my keepsakes.
I go down, time and again
To bathe in its wisdom,
To learn from those teachers
I once used to hate.
They didn’t lead me astray,
No,
They helped straighten the way
So I could find what truly lies
Beyond the pain.
The road to walk might be windy and twisted
But it is your path, so rejoice in it
Tomorrow a new day awaits,
This is your chance,
To make it great!

Frost

The street is cold and dark
like the corners of my heart.
My face carries the mark
Of a smile that frowns so hard.
Porcelain tear comes out in bleak nights

St

ops right on the cheek, it never falls on site.
It scars the flesh, It fogs the eyesight.
The blackness that arises

To

take over from the day
It’s greedy in the Winter.
Won’t let the sun have its rays.
It freezes emotions,
Stalls any relations
And prompts us all to hibernate.
On this shivering evening,
If I had one wish tonight
I would have you blanket me
with your body over mine

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Little Red “Hiding” Hood

I hide my pain with red stained lettering.

Situations are turned into paraboles.

Imagery, metaphors and synonyms

All make part of my tool kit.

I heal, with each line I inscribe,

Bit by bit.

Pain is life, suffering is optional.

Storytelling allows you to reframe.

You decide

Where will your suffering remain

Inside yourself or inside a paper frame

Heart of Crumbs

You shattered my heart, which broke into bits.
Like a jigsaw that’s missing a piece,
I can’t get complete.
You made crumbs out of our love
And you didn’t even scrap it off.
You had it crumpled up into a ball,
Making my feelings look small.
You denied we were good craic,
Only water off a duck’s back.
The ironies of love!
One sided connections,
Fuelled by distorted perceptions,
Sit heavy on this grated heart.
The weight causes it to get deflated.
For this longing never was but obliterated.
… Can it be love if it isn’t reciprocated?

Polarity Tides

(by DivaState)
You can lose everything,
But when you lose your sense of SELF,
Trust me, it is maddening!
You act like a fly, trapped inside a glass cup
Desperately trying to come out.
The effort is pointless, yet, you still doubt.
Haphazard flying only leaves you choked up.
Huffing and puffing,
Eventually, you give up.
You change your mind at any second:
I want it all… I want nothing!
The devil and angel
On your shoulders cling,
Constantly fighting to be beckoned.
If only I could escape from myself!
Unscrew my head, give me a break.
Stop this wishful ebb and flow tidal wave!
You say we find peace,
When we are asleep.
But my self is purely wicked.
It shakes and trembles,
Inside unconsciousness’ sheets.

Jet Setter

The joys of flying!
Such extraordinary feat!
A massive load of metal,
As heavy as concrete.
Swerving up in the sky,
As light as paper airplanes
Breaking clouds up high,
Flying over terrains.

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The moment of tension!
It grasps everyone’s attention.
The aircraft takes off!
Not a breath or word is mentioned.

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The airplane leans upwards,
Children shriek with fear and delight.
Other passengers hold on to their seats
Real tight.
I bet they are all fearing for their lives!

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I, on the other hand, hold up a smirk.
Eyes wide open, ears perked up.
I remember, I used to pray to come out alive.
So I can see my family and friends, one more time.
Now, the aircraft flies high…

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….and I don’t care.
I leave nothing,
No legacy, no heir.
I smile, for I am unfettered.
I have nothing to lose
My boat sails, unanchored.

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No loved ones to get hurt,
No mark to be left in this world.
I vanish in thin air,
Like the aircraft that carries us all,
To a sunnier hub.