Author Of Pain Real Poetry

Call me anything but a failure.

April 12, 2023 Author of pain

It feels like my life is one big circle,
I’m trying to go forward
But I’m on reverse mode,
Time is telling me my only remedy is
Time.
If that’s true why do i kill myself
Trying to prove I’m no failure?
I do things I’m not proud of,
Made promises that i walked out on,
And i feel i don’t deserve love.
So you can call me what you want
Just don’t call me a failure.
I know I’ve had some,
I’ve felt like one sometimes,
Won’t deny that
But just don’t call me a failure.
My biggest fear in life is knowing that i never tried,
But each time i try
I just end up feeling like another failure,
But i get afraid of not trying at all.
If you go through my mental notes,
You’ll think I’m just a lost cause,
I understand that cause i feel the same way sometimes,
But my biggest failure
Is knowing that i never tried,
So whenever i see an opportunity next,
I’ll chase it and try again.
And if it goes south,
And you call me a failure,
Just know that I’ll still be here,
Standing on my two feets,
Looking for the next one.
So you can call me all names,
Just don’t call me a failure.

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Ramadan: A Month Of Blessings.

March 22, 2023 Author of pain

In the month of Ramadan,
When the world grows still,
And the faithful observe,
The fast with their complete will.

From dawn to dusk they abstain,
From food and drink and pleasure,
And turn their hearts to Allah,
With devotion beyond measure.

For thirty days they pray,
And give to those in need,
Fasting for the sake of God,
And following His creed.

It is a time of sacrifice,
And reflection on one’s deeds,
To seek forgiveness and mercy,
And fulfill one’s spiritual needs.

And as the month draws to a close,
Eid arrives in all its grace,
A time of joy and celebration,
With love filling every space.

Ramadan, a month of blessings,
A time to renew our faith,
May we strive to be better,
And find Allah’s loving embrace.

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No Puns Intended

March 9, 2023 Author of pain

There once was an author of pain,
Whose stories were all rather insane,
But if you asked him why,
He’d simply reply,
“Because my tales are off the chain!”

His pen was mightier than the sword,
As he wrote with an emotional chord,
And readers felt his power,
In every painful hour,
As their hearts were ripped and torn.

But sometimes he’d play with homophones,
Like “pane” and “paine” and “cane” and “plain”,
And he’d weave them into his prose,
Till his readers were all in throes,
Of laughter, confusion, and delight.

So if you’re seeking a story of pain,
Written with a twist and a brain,
Look no further than this master,
Of words, both dark and faster,
For his pen will drive you insane!

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Truth Hurts But Secret Kills

March 3, 2023 Author of pain

The phrase “Truth hurts but secret kills” emphasizes the destructive power of keeping secrets and the importance of honesty. Secrets can create a heavy burden on an individual’s mental and emotional state, leading to stress, anxiety, and even physical health problems.

While the truth can be difficult to hear and may cause discomfort, it is often the best course of action in the long run. Secrets can damage relationships and lead to a loss of trust between individuals. They can also lead to a sense of guilt or shame, and even escalate to more serious consequences if the secret is revealed.

It’s important to recognize that telling the truth requires courage, but it can also bring about positive change and growth. By acknowledging the truth and facing any consequences, individuals can move forward with a clear conscience and start to rebuild trust in relationships.

In conclusion, while the truth may be painful, it is essential to confront it instead of keeping secrets, which can lead to further damage. So, it is always better to be honest and transparent rather than keeping secrets that can cause more harm in the long run.

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Last Days Of Our Lives

February 6, 2023 Author of pain

We go through so much struggle for a life that even tho belongs to you, can be taken away from you at any point without your consent. Is this struggle worth it? So many people struggle with this debate in their mind. I won’t tell you that the struggle is worth it, but what I’ll tell you is, with patience, comes ease. The struggle might seem worthless, the dark days might seem never ending, but with standing strong and never giving up, i can tell you that these dark days, will be the good old times you’ll laugh about in the future. This piece reminds me of my favorite quote which proves nothing is permanent. “This too shall pass”.
Remember, it’s REAL till the day we die. If you ever feel like you need someone to talk to, someone that really understands what you’re going through, then you can always reach out to me. Author Of Pain will always be there, no matter what.

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FRENEMIES

January 16, 2023 Author of pain

Author Of Pain Real Poetry

Your enemies can always try, but they can never truly hurt you. They can always try, but they’ll never truly see you fall. Those creatures called friends, those are the ones you should be mindful of. Cause they’ll hurt you over and over and over again. They’ll eat with you, laugh with you, do everything with you, but behind your back, they’ll stab you over and over again because you gave them the chance to. Believing that everyone you love will hurt you is without doubt a lie, but believing the ones you love would never hurt you is a much bigger lie. Remember;
Sometimes the person you’re taking a bullet for, is actually the one pulling the trigger.

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FRENEMIES

January 16, 2023 Author of pain

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Things I Had

November 23, 2022 Author of pain

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Dear life,
Hi, its me again.
I know in my numerous previous poems,
I had talked about how you were never going to see me fall,
I talked about how i was always gonna stand tall,
Even when you try to make me fall.
I’ve always been a victim of your bad side,
For all I’ve ever known
Is nothing but pains.
You’ve seen me fall many a times,
But you never saw me cry,
That’s how strong I’ve been.
For i fought with every single drop of blood in me.
Guess i really did fought with every drop of blood in me,
Cause the heart beat in my chest feels weak tonight.
Guess this is the final goodbye,
Dear life guess you finally won,
This is my end.
I don’t see any reason for me not to take my life anymore.
This is the end of my road.

But…

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Things I Had

November 23, 2022 Author of pain

But before i leave you,
O cruel world,
I will make a list of the things i had.
Know if I’ll be missed or forgotten,
And prolly know if being alive is still worth it.
So this is a list of the things i had ;
I had a caring family,
That loved me to the moon and back,
A family that gave its all just to see the best of me.
A family that sacrificed it’s all,
Just to see a smile on my face.
Do i pay this family back with suicide?
Or what about the friends i had,
That supported me physically, emotionally and mentally,
The real gees,
The friends that were there,
When family could not.
How selfish of me will it be,
To cause them pains by ending my life,
To gain eternal peace?
Will there ever be an eternal peace for me,
Hurting and breaking their hearts
By committing suicide.
Some had legs but could not walk,
Some had eyes but could not see,
Some had ears but could not hear.
I had all these and they worked perfectly fine.

I had thought i had no reasons not to take my life,
But the little things i had,
Which i overlooked,
We’re the reasons i could ever need,
Not to end my life.
So dear life,
It’s me again.
You might have won again,
But this is not the end of me,
For the things i had are far more greater than those
I didn’t.
And for the things i had,
I’ll keep on fighting.

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I Was That Kid

July 11, 2022July 11, 2022 Author of pain

The other boys always laughed at me,
The kid that always sits at the back of the class.
The one with
his head down,
to conceal his lost frown. The one whose confusion led to
All the students intrusion.
I was that kid.
My tears was the other boys fun,
they most enjoyed teasing me of my attire.
As they ridiculed me and called me names,
I hid my face in great shame.
The bruises on my skin were not punishments for my own skins,
but they were cruelty for my differences,
and the consequences of my existence.
I was that kid.
I couldn’t concentrate on my studies as it was me vs the rest,
because I knew what
They’d do when they found me in the hall.
The teachers says I obviously didn’t try.
But they don’t know I break down and cry when I’m alone.
I did put in effort,
I did my part; maybe I was not just smart.
Then came the pressure from family, who were so clearly disappointed that my grades were bad.
I was punished,
And picked on for the rest of the year,
because I gave up on my future.
The worst part was not that I was a disappointment.
It was the permanent,
Never ending embarrassment of always failing,
of never being good enough.
I was left alone, no one cared about me.
Why remain in a world that cares not for me?
So i began to think,
Then i decided to give up on life itself and
Leave this cruel world and its cruelty
But i guess i was a disappointment to even death itself,
As it also rejected,
So now I’m stuck in a world,
Where i can never be good enough,
Where i am nothing but a disappointment.
I am that kid.

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Life Won Again

June 16, 2022 Author of pain

*If you need someone to talk to or you need advice, then talk to God cause he’s the only one that listens even when you think he isn’t.*

Dear life,
I have always quetched about me being strong,
I would always ignore your despairs and count my blessings,
I had said to myself,
Life is tough but I am tougher,
Now I don’t know who is tougher.
I have never hated you like I do right now,
Cause all you ever do is make me cry.
Whenever I pass by,
People always say;
“there goes the one who lost his virginity at birth,
For life had started fucking him up at birth”
Dear life I know you don’t want me around anymore,
You might have won again,
But this is not the end.
You may see my cry,
But you won’t see me fall,
You can throw all you got at me,
But you’ll never see me fall.
Even though you keep on winning,
You’ll never see me fall.

Dear God,
Hi it’s me.
I know I’ve been far from you my whole life,
I’ve never needed you like I do right now,
For my whole life is crushing down and,
The heart beat in my chest feels weak,
But I don’t wanna die yet,
I just wanna find my peace.
Cause all that surrounds me are traumas,
Life won again.

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Depression, Anxiety and Loneliness: Our Darkest Demons.

May 31, 2022 Author of pain

Have you ever been surrounded by people who loves you so much but yet you still feel so lonely. It’s true that you can feel the most alone in crowds of people, who is surrounding you is more important than how many. Yes, but you can still be with a few circle who mean the world to you, loves you and shows you care that has no limit but still yet you feel so lonely like you ain’t got no one. The thing about loneliness, depression, anxiety is that once it’s in you it hardly ever leaves. Once you feel you’re depressed or lonely it’s normal instinct for you to get close to people you love, people who loves you a lot and it’s the time you start to wear the biggest smile. For a second you might feel it’s working, you might think intimacy really is the solution to it all. But when the time comes, and these demons of ours comes back at us, it breaks us so bad and then we realize it never was the solution. It’s funny how the people who we see with the biggest smiles on their faces are the ones battling with the darkest of demons. What then is the true solution to depressions, anxiety and loneliness? Some opt in to talking to God, some addiction to drugs, alcohols, some therapy and many more. So back to the question, what then is the cure?
Seeing the smile I put on people’s faces, seeing people battling with these demons read my works and then feel a little happy, feel that someone out there truly understands how they feel, seeing someone drops an honest comment of how a piece of mine helped him battle his demons, those are the ways I battle with these demons, but it’s a never ending battle for these demons never truly die. We just have to keep standing strong, wearing the biggest smiles we can, and keep doing whatever is working for us, for we all have different ways of fighting this demons, as long as these ways doesn’t add to our hurt. Suicide should never be an option for suicide doesn’t take away your pains, instead it passes your pains to your loved ones. Keep fighting and never give up……………..

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12 AGAIN

May 17, 2022May 17, 2022 Author of pain

Wish I could be 12 again
Cause back then there were no pains
The only pains I felt
Were the bruises from playing in the field,
And the pains from losing a game.
But now the bruises from the field don’t hurt me no more.
But depressions and anxiety
They hurt me so bad.

Wish I could be 12 again
Cause back then the only person I loved was myself
So no one could hurt me so bad
But now each day,
A different hurt from a different person anew,
When I was 12
The only problem I had
Was how to get my uniforms clean for school
But now I face the problem
Of having to live with anxiety,
And dealing with depressions.

If I can be 12 again,
I’m gonna live the moment to the fullest,
Cause those were the last days,
Where I was happy but I wasn’t acting
Those were the days where I used to smile,
Those were the days where anxiety and depressions
Were only words to me.

~ Author of pain

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World Poetry Day

March 21, 2022 Author of pain

its World Poetry Day today. And as a way of celebrating this, I’ll be posting some of my old works. I hope y’all enjoy them. Do well to like, comment and subscribe. Find any one you like???? Do we’ll to share and post as well.

Don’t forget to like, and subscribe❤❤❤❤

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March 16, 2022 Author of pain

Do you know who you are? When you look at life and you talk about yours, do you feel proud? Are you leaving a mark or scared to make a bad impression? So you just go hide in the dark
Living and playing a part, knowing regret will come back tomorrow.
That’s what it does, ain’t it? Don’t know what we’re chasing,
But we all do it, just a part of life, I guess we’re all foolish,
Running after what we think will make us happy ’til it falls through.
And then we find out later it ain’t what we wanted
So we give up on it, then we pile the garbage
And we watch it grow and find a drug and numb it,
Til we hit the point that we can barely function.

Am I motivated?