Psychosis

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Trapped within the confines of my mind,
The rest move on as I am left behind.
I fight hard to keep my demons at bay
But in the end I am left to decay.

Explain I must, to be a voice for the voiceless,
Pain I shall endure so our story may be heard with lucidity.
A bard for the deranged I choose to be,
So that my sodality may finally be free from insanity.

But how am I to be the spinner of yarns,
If my subconscious keeps me tightly bound,
My helplessness has no limits,
As I am shoved into the ground.

I finally give in to the dark beckoning of my mind,
Unable to tell you my story, words I cannot find.
Darkness all around, in grief I am drowned
Mind succeeds in keeping me shackled and crowned.

Hazed

This poem is not about me personally but it’s just something I feel people should be more aware about.

School is supposed to be fun they say,
Yet I just spend time trying to keep my tormentors at bay.
Always fearing the bullies around the corner,
Preying on those they deem a ‘Loner’.

Passing through hallways trying to be a ghost,
Not to invoke the anger of those who boast,
About the pain and anguish they cause,
Not once do they think for a minute, pause.

Kicking and screaming I’m dragged to hell,
Always subjected to the same torturous cell.
While others tremble for their mundane beliefs,
I fear the children you see playing under the trees.

They corner me in class, boisterous laugh,
Hoping to be saved by a winged seraph.
Can’t be brave anymore, waiting to be set loose,
Maybe I should heed the dark calling of the noose.

The Painted Lady

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Ripples of color in every hue,

Temptress drags you in with baby blue.

Further and further into her swirl of paint,

Notice how there is no white, gown of the saint.

Shades of red, yellow and green,

Morphing into a tone that can only be a dream.

Constantly enchanted by the rainbows in her possession,

Until she finally bathes you in fiery crimson.

Basic knowledge of swirling dyes is what you lack,

Maybe then you would know that all hues together give black.

Exonerate

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The flow of words has come to a halt,
Swirl of vocabulary has stopped with a jolt.
No rhyme nor reason to explain why,
The feeling of the poet has left me dry.

Digging for the verbs that might beautifully rhyme,
To create a poem that is utterly sublime.
However the search has been proven a waste,
For the inner sonneteer has left in haste.

And then the idea struck like a flash of light,
To jot down words that could explain my plight.
Write about the unyielding block itself,
And create magic with adjectives that speak for themselves.

Thus this piece of eloquent art was born,
Truth and patience from where it is shorn.
Maybe now the letters will come like a breeze,
Oh who am I kidding ? The life of a poet is never one of ease.

The Apologetic Visionary

Hello there. Yeah I know. Saying hello right now so casually might be a little annoying given the fact that I haven’t posted anything since November. But in my defense I haven’t really had the time to really sit down and write.
The past year has been extremely hectic. I joined college last August and it’s been an incredible experience but it’s been really hard trying to balance a social, academic and “inner depressing poet” life.

This is my first time ever doing a personal post so bear with me if it gets slightly redundant.

Anyway, I joined med school almost a year ago and it’s been an amazing journey but it sure has had a terrible effect on my blog. So for all my wonderful readers who have been coming here often just to check if this lazy, self absorbed writer got off his ass and actually did some writing, to them I give my deepest apologies.

As of now I’ve been having one of the largest creative blocks I’ve ever had. The time constraints also make it really hard for me to get anything done.

I had promised one of my most recurrent readers – Unbolt that I would do collaboration but I haven’t gotten down to it yet. Again I will try to do better.
If anyone else would like to do collaboration or even give me topics on what you want me to write or anything in general. I could really use the help.

So please comment below with ideas for a poem or email me at northernnevermore@yahoo.com

With Love,
The Apologetic Visionary maybe?

Wildfire

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Emerald flames rise and consume,
Corpses of the lost shall be exhumed.
Finally everything will be reduced to ash,
And the world will implode in a green flash.

Embers from below constantly grow,
Not a soul can understand how to stop the flow.
Could this heat be not of physical form,
Started from a tormented emotional storm.

Lightning of grief, thunder of sorrow
Rains of sadness fall like theres no tomorrow.
The eternal wildfire will not be quelled,
Until the monster inside is expelled.

Stardust

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Imprints of the past left behind,
Gears of time in a reverse wind.
Fast forward through all our days,
The morbid feeling of an intoxicating haze.

Always trying to get through life with ease,
Never stop to feel the invigorating breeze.
A moment will come when we will regret not giving,
A piece of advice we can pass only to the living.

Neither desire nor passion to leave a mark,
No fuel to set your life on a glorious spark.
Rotting away in the confines of your mind,
To this world you have no worthy bind.

So what have we left behind but our bones,
Our stories written only in the language of stones.
Lived an incomplete life gathering rust,
In the end we will be nothing but stardust.