Lovers

My heart is unbridled, I cannot pretend,

That all I require is just a good friend.

I need a companion, a lover, and then

Maybe, just maybe, I’ll find love again.

I searched in my heart for what love should be,

I realised too late that it always starts with me,

To love oneself is a challenge, not a goal,

You won’t find redemption if you don’t have a soul.

My passion is a burden, too much for one man,

If I let if go I will be dead again

I will foster and keep it, then set it free,

I’ll use it to catch you and bring you to me.

A Mirror of Pen and Paper

I have a mirror of pen and paper
It is more intrusive than silvered glass,
Which relies on your image, else you are vapour,
Whereas my thoughts and words will outlast; surpass.

I take your image and fill the void
Replace the gaps with the truth inside
But the end result leaves you underjoyed
Even though the outcome is fully justified.

I have a mirror that sees it all
It reaches in and discovers your worth
I will write the story of your fall
Your central themes and back to your birth

Beauty is transient, subjective and biased
My words describe what lies beneath
Your reflection will degrade, get lost in a mask
My words will last forever, but your beauty will cease.

Inspiring the mirror

Just some random thoughts from a while ago, which then led me to write a poem.

The question is not where do I go from here;
The question is where was I going before you intervened?
What did I want from life?
I know what I can do
I know what I like
But what do I want?
Living life with no plan is almost as bad as failure
You have abandoned hope without even trying
Are the ideas I have truly things I want,
Or are they imagined distractions?
I need to search, I need to explore myself
I need to write myself on a page again
I need to embrace my mind instead of hiding from the answers I find.
The mirror is a pen and a page.

I am Afraid

I am afraid of who I am
I am afraid of how I feel
I am afraid to give a damn
I am afraid this is not real

I am afraid to speak your name
I am afraid to see your face
I am afraid it will be the same
I am afraid I will fall from grace

I am not afraid to speak my mind
I am not afraid to show I care
I am not afraid of what I will find
When fear is gone and I am laid bare.

Are you afraid of who you are
Are you afraid of how you feel
Are you afraid to give a damn
Are you afraid that all of this is real

If you are afraid then I am too
But I will never be afraid of you.

The World

The world is broken, the world is unfair,
The world doesn’t recognise if you care.
The world is ignorant, the world does not share,
The world doesn’t understand what is truly there.

I am myself, I am not who you think,
I am not afraid; even when I sink.
I will keep trying, I will not shrink,
I will rewrite the world with indian ink.

You too are broken, you know it is true,
I will not pretend that I am not like you
And you will cause a hullabaloo
When you feel a sense of deja vu.

The world is broken, but you are there
I recognise that you all do care
You are not ignorant, you will share,
You truly understand what is really there.