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Nathan Feuerstein (NF)

Author of pain
Nathan Feuerstein

The music industry is getting bleaker by the day… People are now more focused on placing artists against each other in a battle of who creates the best music… And I think that mentality only exist among fans who only listen to music for the sound, beat and rhythm… not being able to connect with the message the music is really passing across.

I believe people who see past sounds and beats wouldn’t have any problem connecting with the artist cuz a real artist work is actually a reflection of the artist himself. It’s like the artist is letting us into his self-conscious… So it’s up to us to learn how to relate to it.

The likes of Nathan Feuerstein(NF) are rare. Not every artist have that constant willingness to open up the feelings confined inside. NF will always be a therapist to many! Real Music till the day we die, that’s the slogan.

AOP, Poetry

Failure

Author of pain
Posted On Campus Digest

I remembered my first day at school,
Too naive to see the difficulties that awaits,
Little did I know that it would be one hell of a journey.
Life is tough, that’s what every one says,
But waking up every morning and going to school is tougher,
Each day a life in hell anew.
My teachers said, I prolly didn’t try my best,
My parents called me a disappointment,
For giving up on my dreams.
But it was more of their dreams,
For I never wanted to be inside no class.
I had my own dreams,
And I needed no class or school to achieve that,
But who could I tell that,
I had try talking to my parents,
But they insisted I went to a school like every one does.
I dream of playing on a field I call my own,
If only they would let me,
I would become successful,
But they wouldn’t let me be.
After trying a couple of schools,
They still are blind to what’s best for me.
So here I sit again,
In a class I don’t want to be in,
Writing this poem,
Hoping one day, they’ll let me do it my way,
How can I ever get them to see?

©Author Of Pain

AOP, Quotes

LONELINESS

Author of pain

Loneliness is not about having no one around you. You may have a large circle of friends and still feel lonely. It’s all about having people that care around you. Having the right person around you is the best way to avoid loneliness. So next time you want to go out there and make friends, keep in your mind that “Who is surrounding you is more important than how many”.

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You

Author of pain

You, it is
In every imperfection you exhibit
I find perfections I’ll never prohibit
Your heart I know every path to finding
Because it was never yours alone to beckon with
Let me in on your flaws
And allow me to drink you in like an absolute tasty
Liquid simmered in sugar-coated strawberry juice
You it is again
Making me smile like I’ve never smiled before
Lighting up my day just by listening to your sunken
Voice of certainty
You it is
Of course, you alone
Looking at the same blue sky I’m looking at
And imagining me sitting right beside you with eyes
Filled with hopeful merriment
Hoping all these will never fade away…….

©Laureate

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Unhidden Scars

Author of pain
Some scars remain hidden. While some, unhidden.

If you fail to see the tangible amount of strength that I’m trying to pull up in order to mask my weaknesses, then, maybe…Just maybe you were way weaker than me to start with.
We’ve all always had weaknesses. You just failed to accept yours because you rendered them non-existent.
Until you’re ready to face your flaws, do not approach me on how to go about mine, coz I might have had greater encounters of positives and negatives that you’re still a learner to…
©fadis_urbanpoetry

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LOVE YOUR LIFE.

Author of pain

What your heart likes, welcome it with a hello. What your heart dislikes bid it goodbye. Never force yourself to like something because others do and never pretend to hate something cause others do. Always be yourself, and not the person people assume you to be. You are the author of your life, don’t let anyone write your narratives. Welcome joy and happiness to your heart and bid farewell to fear and hatred. Sometimes this life would be wonderful and sometimes it would be unfair. The world we live in today can be so cruel, no one cares why, how, when or where you do something. All they care about is the outcome. When you loose, they’re going to laugh at your face, but when you win they’re going to act like they’ve been supporting you since day one. Remember, no matter what you’re going through, never let anyone be the author of your life, own your mistakes and success. When the road seem impossible to cross, call on God and he will guide you through. You don’t know this, but God resides in you.

AOP, Poetry

My World

Author of pain

It’s not too far, I can see the end.
But when I start walking, I keep on coming back to the starting point.
It’s like my life is one big circle.
A little sweet, very much sour.
A little far, not too close.
Warm as a sweeter knitted of dreams,
But in a very cold world.
There are many more like me,
I’m not alone,
Who walks in his sleep with his eyes open,
Hoping to watch his dreams come true.
The one who falls everytime,
But rises like a phoenix,
Even the sun that has set,
Will still rise again.
Open eyes how I run,
How I run in my dreams,
Till the day I become free.
Let me in without a shout,
Let me in I have a doubt,
There are more many more
Many many more like me,
Oh, I just want to be free.

AOP, Poetry

Conversation with my demon

Author of pain

What are you scared of me?
If it wasn’t for me you would have never grown to be Author of pain,
I’ve been here for you, but how come you’re never there for me?
It’s a little bit twisted, but I miss when you and I had peaceful dreams,
But now all we have are scary dreams.
I remember when you still cried in your room,
Wishing you still had a heart……
Shut up! I don’t wanna hear about that,
Well that’s too bad Author of pain,
Now where we’re we?
We all wished you still had a heart tho,
So we wouldn’t have to read dark poems all the time.
You told me you don’t want me in your life,
Well that’s pretty hard to digest,
Cause without me you wouldn’t be here,
Told you I’ll leave when I die, but I ain’t dead yet.
You keep on talking to me like we are strangers,
But the funny thing is that we’ve been together since you were a kid.
Took you from the moment you lost your heart,
Told you everything will be alright,
Now you want to cut me off like I was never a part of you.
If you didn’t want me in your life,
You wouldn’t have let me in, in the first place,
It’s comfortable here and I love it.
You say you want to own your life,
Then wake up and take your own advice,
Guess you didn’t tell no one about the coldest of nights,
Where I helped you hold your pen…
Hey, shut up. I don’t want to hear another sentence,
I’m Author of pain,
Is it me or my demon talking?
What a dumb question,
Cause you and I are both one.
It’s real poetry till the day we die,
Isn’t that the slogan aop?
I thought I told you to shut up?
So what, you know I never listen to you,
You listen to me.
You’ll spend the rest of your life at the back of my mind,
I thought you had me in prison this whole time,
But I was the one holding the keys.

AOP, Poetry

The Story Of A Boy I Know

Author of pain

Let me tell you a story.
A story about someone I know,
It’s a story about a boy who came into this world,
Decades ago.
He has a collection of scars in his heart,
Nether received a kiss from a friend nor lover,
Nor felt the warmth of this cold world
He was a virgin and he was not a Virgin,
For life had fucked him up so many a times.
Despite all these odds
Life had displayed before him,
He still had his dreams to accomplish.
He painfully swims through his trauma, giving his all,
Just to have a smile on his face.
With time,
It dawned on everyone
That he never craved for
Money nor love,
But whom to trust
And whom to help him find his true self,
For he had only one dream,
To heal the world of its pain.
This is the story of a boy I know,
And that boy is
Author Of Pain.

AOP, Poetry

Lonely Addiction

Author of pain

Born in a trauma
It all started with a dream
And God made me realize
Life isn’t what you think it is
Selfishly inspired by a lonely heart
That brought me to my knees,
Now I realize that,
It’s ok to text me only when you need me,
It’s fine to remember me only on my birthdays,
It’s ok to not call me,
For life is not that hard.

Heart broken beyond repair,
Eyes wide open now,
I’m finally addicted to this loneliness,
This is the moment where everything changes,
This is the time to change,
This is where I draw the line,
I can no longer take it.
I don’t want to be selfish anymore,
It’s ok to forget about me,
For most of my life,
I’ve always felt invincible.

AOP, Poetry

Angel In Hell

Author of pain

I met an angel in hell,
She looked so evil with fire in her eyes,
But she had to be an angel,
Cause I’ve trashed the earth for so long,
And never saw anyone like her,
Her magical eyes, calling me to her,
Her voice was like a bell calling for a dance,
Her kiss makes hell feel like paradise,
Let’s produce kings and Queens,
She said to me.
But to do that,
I have to sign a deal with the devil himself,
Even if the deal was a very tempting one,
The devil is someone I promised never to negotiate with,
For he gives nothing for free,
Only eternal pains.
Indeed, she was the most beautiful creature
My eyes have met,
A beautiful angel
But,
An angel in hell.

AOP, Poetry

Broken Tears

Author of pain

I cry myself to sleep tonight,
Wishing I could change the past,
I try to convince myself,
But the truth is so clear.

You said you’ll love me forever,
But forever to you meant only a minute,
I had given all of my heart to you,
But you stomp on it like a door mat,
You wounded me so much,
But wounds do heal and mine would heal.

I no longer have the habit of wanting you around,
Without you I’m at peace,
The love I had for you has faded,
But why do this tears, keep pouring down my face?
Why do I cry myself to sleep every night?
You are just another pain in my heart,
But why do I still miss you?

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AOP, Poetry

A Hopeless Man’s Plea

Author of pain
There’s always a hope in hopeless, therefore there’s always hope even for he who thinks he is hopeless – Author Of Pain.

Hope is something I am not accustomed to,
But what is hope to a man who’s lost his faith?
Having trust for other people is something I don’t know how to do.
I say to myself, i can do it alone.
But I don’t know if I really can.
It’s like I’m dying slowly of hunger,
And then you offer me your breakfast,
But I would rather decline it and stay hungry
Than to accept that which you offer me.
What’s wrong with me?

You said, you’ve always got your hands out for anyone who needs redemption,
I guess I can’t continue alone, so take my hands now.
I give you everything, not just a little bit.
My soul is lost and what it needs is your direction.
I know I’ve said that I don’t trust in anyone,
But I lied to myself and
Everyone else.
I trust in you and all I want is your direction and to be in your light
Oh God.

Trust in God, and there’ll always be hope even when you think all his lost.

AOP, Writings

YOU ARE NOT ALONE! SAY NO TO SUICIDE.

Author of pain

 If you got questions or you need advice, if you feel like no one listens to you…… don’t let it all get to you. Talk to God because he is the only one that listens, even when you think he isn’t. No matter what you might be going through……just know that you are never alone. Find a friend or someone to talk to and if you don’t have anybody, then talk to God, he always listens. Stay safe and say no to suicide.

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Don’t Fall In Love With A Poet By fab_du_solvic

Author of pain

DON’T FALL IN LOVE WITH A POET 1

Do you want to love?
Oh no, don’t fall in love with a poet.
He’s a man with no heart
For like carrot he diced it
In a kitchen of books
As he turn it into words
Calling it art.

A man with thousand words of love
But like a sling shot against bird
A word of his can ruin castles
Making it desolate
How much more your fragile heart?
In shambles he will drench it.

Don’t fall in love with a poet
For the truth he will say
Even if it hurts
He cares not
What a cruel being!

Don’t fall in love with a poet
For their soul is more gloomy than darkness
Plant the sun in them
And a gleam of light you will see not
The heat will go cold
For their heart is not enthused to love.

Consent not to their handsome face,
Mind not their pretty lips,
Hidden beneath that is an ugly smile,
A cackle of devil.
If your heart worth’s more than gold,
Give it not to a poet.

For like the ink in his pen,
He will rid it of blood,
Until you go pale –
Whitish as snow.
Now and again,
Don’t fall in love with a poet!

©fab_du_solvic

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