Writings of a Phobophobe.
Stashed away,
Like an old toy in the attic —
A forgotten classic;
An all-time favourite.
We learnt life without it,
When reality got in the way.
It’s time for a shift!
They got into the attic,
Found this dusty toy,
Unrecognisable from it once was —
An embarrassing reality,
Yet remains precious in memory.
A touch of poison;
A kiss of death.
Your hugs were wreaths
Enclosed with regrets.
You’ve forgotten how to love.
You’ve forgotten your own worth.
Suppressing your needs for another,
At her beck and call.
Money, time and pride
You gave it all.
The beauty of love,
Is that it is mutual.
I’d show you,
If you’d love anew.
They say,
Home is where the heart is
I never felt like I truly belong.
I’m looking for an eternal home.
Home that feels warm on Christmas
Hugs, kisses and gentle voices.
Cheesecakes and whipping cream,
Creme brûlée’s a great choice too
One that allows my own pace and life,
Loves me on the darkest night.
Loneliness is being around people
Yet feel you never truly belong.
I haven’t found where my home is
Is it a purpose?
Tell me?
Is it a state of mind?
I’ll find it!
Is it a person?
If it’s you, come get me.
Life without a dime,
Deemed society’s crime.
You’ll be a mere mime,
In a race against time.
Restrained,
By the thick ropes and chains.
Society,
Is the one that changed me.
Artist,
Was all I wanted to be.
Happy,
Was all I ever seeked.
Money,
They will give when you obey.
Glory,
You get with compassion frayed.
Winners,
Are ones who betrayed trust.
Losers,
Are those who gave too much.
Since when did it become this way?
Since when did we make it this way?
Kinship is soon nothing.
Friendship is soon vanity.
Nature is soon dying.
What about us?
Soon we’ll be alone and obsolete.
Move in swishes,
Live on wishes.
We are all different –
Yet somewhat alike.
We all love,
We all fear.
Isn’t it strange we don’t care so much about each other?
Isn’t it ridiculous sometimes we’re afraid of each other?
Before the grave,
After all you gave.
We are all the same,
Yet somewhat different.
Isn’t it stupid to compare riches?
Isn’t it dumb to have made someone’s life difficult?
Blessings are the days living,
That’s all I’m really saying.
Be kind,
Be brave.
And soon you’ll find out,
They give our life it’s true meaning.
Flashing lights,
Trashy vibes.
Watch it you nay-sayers,
Imma’ a nay-slayer.
Guided by light,
I’ll take flight –
To where alleys are tight,
And to where it shines bright
Where exactly?
I’d fly down-under.
Why, don’t mind me?
I’m a neon light hunter.
Sometimes I feel like I forgot
How to cry.
Sometimes all we need is
Someone to pry.
Sometimes I want to rant till
My mouth runs dry.
Sometimes all we need is
That someone to try.
Going double
It spells trouble.
Son of a gun,
They call it fun.
Evil is love
Masked as a dove.
Twisted fate
And undying hate.
Left at the end,
A broken heart to mend.
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