Category: Poetry
This includes Author of pain’s original poetry.
SOFT COPY OF AUTHOR OF PAIN – THE JOURNAL: BE PATIENT AND TOUGH SOMEDAY THIS PAIN WILL BE USEFUL TO YOU.
The purpose behind this journal is to enlighten the general public on the importance of our lives. We live in a world where pain is inevitable, and these pains brings discomfort to our lives, and a lot of the times the end result is suicide. It’s a shame to us, that when we see our fellow brothers and sisters going through difficulty at some point in their lives, instead of helping them, we just laugh at them and use it to mock them. A lot of times we see this life as a competition, as a battle of the fittest which is why we don’t help others. The world is gradually coming to an end and it Is not right for us to end it with our own hands; the rate of suicide is rapidly increasing thus bringing the end to the world closer. Through the many stories, poems and articles from various writers across the world that seek to explore the crucial aspects of pains, I hope the world will begin to see people for what they truly are. It’s my prayers that the world will condemn suicide. The lives of each individual no matter how rich or poor, educated or uneducated, sane or insane are God’s gift to humanity and committing suicide isn’t a way out of any problem we face in this life. Committing suicide is a great sin in life, perhaps through writing, poetry and self expression, I and other great writers will successfully destroy this act that only brings more pains to your family and loved ones instead of ending yours.
Failure
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
My World
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.
Conversation with my demon
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.
The Story Of A Boy I Know
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.
Lonely Addiction
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.
Angel In Hell
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.
Broken Tears
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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A Hopeless Man’s Plea
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.
Hatred For Love
This thing called love, it can be so cold, It can be miserable, Or it can be beautiful. Sometimes it’s amazing
Sometimes it’s crazy. This thing called love. love is like a drug that everybody uses, You wanna know the outcome, Depends on how you use it, And some would say it’s tragic Some say it’s beautiful, Some say it’s black and it’s dark Like a funeral. Some would die for it, Some don’t think it’s even real. Some say they understand, But don’t know how it feels. Love could be your best friend. Love can be your enemy. Love can be the thing you wish you had, But you don’t ever see. I’m gonna sugarcoat it. Yeah, sometimes it might surround you. One minute it’s saving you. Next it’s trying to drown you Some people want to show it, But were never taught how to And some of us is searching for it Feeling like it never found you.
love is like a privilege, A lot of us abuse it. Do with it what we want, And start crying when we lose it. Pretend that it ain’t nothing to us, Pretend like it’s useless. We don’t know why we do this. But yet, we still pursue it. Love, it can consume you, Turn you into something else. Bury the real you so deep. That you can’t even find yourself. Love, it can change you. Love, it can tear you down, Be the best thing you ever had, And kick you on the ground. I don’t think it’s invisible. But I know that it’s blind
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Heartbreak
COLLAB WITH AVIANNA
Hi everyone this collab is a piece centered around heartbreak and the lonely emotions that come with it. Collaborating with Avianna was so nice. She’s a pleasure to work with and such a talented writer. You can follow her on Instagram to see more of her works @daughter_restored.
Mask Off
Until now, I’ve been searching
For the thing that’ll stop my crying
For someone who’ll erase my fears and tears.
When I least expected it,
I found the person
So now, it’s time to take off my mask
And show the real me to everyone.
But before I do, I have one question for you
Can you handle the real me?
AUTHOR OF PAIN
AISHA
Anger is a liar. He doesn’t have any respect.
I fell in love with my pains and I slept with my regrets.
Happiness saw this happen, maybe that’s why she left me.
Joy called me a cheater, said I cheated on her with pain.
She said she’s not coming back.
But after a while Happiness and joy came back to me
They came back in the form of someone else,
And this time they came with a new feeling
This time they came back with love
In the form of Aisha
A Poet’s Prayer
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