You may already know it, I also write to express what I feel. It is my form of relief and expression. A good way to lighten my heavy chest and calm my overthinking mind.
I already published my collection of poem written in my darkest nights. Poems written in silence, solitude and darkness.
Read it here:
The sun always sets, and then there's darkness. There will be always be a darkness in my life, so do poems to be written.
I can't see in this vast darkness,
I dont know where am I heading,
And what's in there I need to face .
There is something that is missing,
My guide in life journey–the light
But now, it is not in my sight.
I'm tired and close to my collapse,
There is no support on my side,
I might fall in a day or half.
No thing to keep me up and guide,
A tough support–the foundation
But now, it is not in action.
My parents are far away due to some reasons. This poem is about the what I feel when the light and foundation of home is distant and not around especially when it's dark and you feel no support.
It's written last year, I'm okay now and don't feel something like this again.
The silence is deafening,
But my mind is the one shouting.
In hard times and when I'm alone,
Music is my comfort zone.
My form of silence around annoying noises,
My form of noise in lonely silence.
When ears are plugged, heart will mend:
Music can always be a friend.
I wrote this one for music appreciation. I always listen to music to avoid the noise around me and to distract me sometimes from lonely silence. Music helped me a lot and kept me sane.
"What you sow is what you reap, "
Same line uttered by different lips.
So it makes me wonder,
I planted the seedlings and gave care.
Then, I harvested different or nothing,
Maybe, my green thumb is not working.
I planted numerous efforts,
Why these are turning to failures?
The same with my concern and care,
I gained things I can't bear.
I grew hard work and determination,
But these turned to unappreciation.
I wrote this poem because sometimes what we gave is not what we received. What we sow is sometimes not what we reap.
It's sad because sometimes we don't get what we deserve.
i just got used to
my favorite black
coffee and my life
and i just got used
to both of their
darkness and bitterness
how can i
it's dark, i'm
stuck and tied
seems so heavy.
i occupy space
and I have mass,
but never mattered.
These are just my random thoughts I turned into poems. I am not used to write this kind of poems so this was just my practice works.
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