Dirty Room

The noise suffocates,
its heavy tendrils twining round
There’s boisterous conversation
raucous laughter
alien voices
and I make no sound

We could be friends
or so they say
but actions speak louder than words
They talk and talk
the chatter hurts
I try to speakbut know I’m not heard

Invasion of private space
no, they’re not sorry
I see them there
but not at all
as I lay submerged deep
in my own melancholy

It’s nice to say
I’m not alone
But not to think
I’m not at home

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via Daily Prompt: Artificial


Three Stages of Fury


I see her, the epitome of beauty. She smiles, but not at me.

With every step she takes, my heart shudders.
With every laugh she makes, it bleeds.
With every smile, it yearns.

I have been watching her for almost all my years.
I have been with her through her sufferings,
her laughter and her joy,
her trials and her sorrow-
but why can’t she see me? I love her¬†far more than he does.

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Can you see
In this light?
So bright
So bright

Light casts shadows
On your heart
Light casts doubts
On your mind
Light casts fear
On your soul

Can you see
In this light?
So bright
So bright

Empty faces smiling
Empty hearts grieving
Empty souls lurking

Or so it seems…

Can you see
In this light?
So bright
So bright

Blindfolded we see
In a world full of light
On deaf ears we hear
In a world full of sound
With no tongue we speak
In a world full of voices

No evil here
No evil there
No evil anywhere

Don’t you see this light?
So bright
So bright

Circle of Freaks


Decked in red and black, my weary heart laughs. It is not a happy laughter, but one full of bitterness and spite.
Donning clothes of bright scarlet, it hides the bleeding with its smiles. Masked with giggles and tricks and everything up its sleeve.
Draped in dark cloth, to hide the stains on its spirit. For this love is corrupted.
Delving into self-destruction, my broken heart laughs to itself. For this love is its doom.
For this love is its pleasure and its happiness and its insanity.

We do make a fool out of me.


I know you can stand alone.
I always have.

But you see me as an obstacle to your freedom. You flaunt your so-called independence in front of me, in an obvious attempt to tell me that you exist as an entity beyond me. I got the message. You break off all bonds trying to keep yourself self-reliant. 

Well, I’ve had it with you.
You can be all strong and independent alone.

Why did you even enter a relationship in the first place?
To show off your strength?


Swinging and swinging, we twirl round and round.
But we’re going in circles.
Reaching new heights, we smile at the crowds.
But not at each other.

Walking on tightropes, we walk together.
But the tension in the air is killing me.
Hurtling through skies, we defy death.
But we are in danger of breaking apart.

We flip and we tumble and-
we fall.

This is a response to the one-word prompt Circus from DailyPost ¬†ūüėÄ