Tenderness of a poet And a fighter’s rage is what I pour down when I’m filling the page Poetry is an escape An escape from the cage An escape from the hate That I have for myself and society Who holds its head so mighty Slitting our throats slightly Taking away our freedom quietly And I try to turn a blind eye But everywhere I look is bloodshed and chaos Injustice join forces and it’s the helpless they prey on Purest hearts broken like crayons And I don’t expect a perfect world Don’t live in that confusion I perfectly know ‘perfect’ is an illusion I just want humanity to show some humanity And be kind to each other for once Rather than hunting each other like animals for lunch Let’s try and make a better world for our daughters and sons Who shall know generosity, love and peace Not wars, violence and guns.
Share when you have too much. Spread love when your heart feels fulfilled. Heal others when your wounds have recovered. Help others build their house when you feel at home. Guide others when you’ve found your path. Share your joy with the world. That’s all that matters.
Our hearts want the world at our hands We often forget we are mere mortals Dreaming such grandeur dreams While we aren’t even the masters of our own life We want to control everything so obsessively Like power will provide comfort to the mind All the rage, the anger, the bloodshed, the cruelty Causing wars and spreading horrors Diminishing the very meaning of the word ‘humanity’ We get so selfish with our own motives and legacy That we stomp upon the weak just so we can stand tall enough Not understanding how we are similar to just a dust particle, in the eyes of the universe What is a lifetime to us is a second to the cosmos But that doesn’t mean our lives are absolutely meaningless But it should provide a sense of humility Knowing that our time is limited in this place And we are blessed with gifts of nature That shall be shared and distributed equally That our connection to each other is as important As the relation between the sun, moon and the earth That we are gifted with empathy so we take care of each other Not destroy each others home But build a place where everyone breathes freely Only by helping others grow can we truly have a sense of satisfaction That we haven’t wasted our time here And that’s enough to create a meaningful life.
Follow your heart. It will take you on the most unexpected journeys. Be passionate and adventurous. Go through doors you were the most afraid to go through. And regret nothing. Because even though some moments will be hurtful, they will teach you about the unbelievable strength you carry within.
My tears only need a slight reason to fall They are not precious anymore I don’t save them for the best days I just pour them into a cup and drink my sadness away This heart has become a burden It’s too heavy for me to carry All the pain I’ve dissolved within Is now singing like a canary I sit alone in my garden Watching the flowers bloom and decay And my soul aches as it remembers How it radiantly bloomed only to turn ash gray There’s nothing left of me in myself This body is just an old rotten shell And within it is a beaten heart that has nothing but a few miserable stories to tell Which will eventually be forgotten As time moves ahead in it’s unstoppable train All these memories will disappear into the wind Never to be held or felt ever again.
To the painters, musicians, writers, artists in this world. You are worthy. You matter more than you know. The world needs artists. It needs art. Or else it will crumble down to bits. Art is one of the pillars that holds this world together.
But dear Artists, it won’t be easy. Won’t be easy at all. Your dreams will get mocked, your path will be questioned, your hopes will be crushed by minds who don’t yet understand the beauty of your creation. They’ll tell you who to be, they’ll force you to change your direction or they’ll shove their own dreams on your shoulders. And sometimes it gets difficult to fight back cause you don’t wanna hurt those people. Deep down you know they’re pushing you towards a safer path, a safer job, a manageable salary. But they don’t realise that they’re forcing you into a race you don’t wanna run. They don’t realise that they are killing a dream. Let them speak. Let them mock. But dear artists, don’t get knocked down. Use their doubt, their fearfulness, their inability to understand, as your fire. Put it in your art. Flourish it into a thing of beauty.
I won’t lie to you. You’ll get hurt. You’ll be rejected. You’ll start doubting yourself. You’ll start questioning your skills. But keep going. That’s the only way. Through the storms, through the flames, through the mighty rivers, through darkness and light, just keep going. Your art is precious. It’s needed. Your art will save more dreams, it’ll save more hearts from breaking, and provide comfort to the damaged ones.
I always feel like I’m not doing enough with my life I really wanna live, not just be a slave to survive I’ve been listening too much to the voices in my mind They tell me I’m born to fall, that I’ll never survive the fight But my will is still strong, passion becomes my guide I’m gonna build a legacy out of what’s left Clean up my mess and get my path right I’ve been burning down in the depths of hell for so long Now it’s time for me to rise and reach a new height I’m gonna run straight through the jarring storms And fly above the clouds like a fearless kite It’s time for misery to surrender It’s time for darkness to go out of sight It’s time for hurdles to shatter It’s time for me to shine in the glorious light