This is the Official Site of “Author of Pain” – the Twitter sensation that sent smiles to everyone’s hearts … and cause a ReTweet phenomenon happen, with just some Love, Words, and a Poem. Watch the development, watch the evolution of a great writer coming to life before your eyes. Read the poems, who knows what else we will make happen here. Thank you for peeking in! It’s an idea in your head, and a PLAN the second you write it down… ~ Mike
He sits in a warm, gold-washed room, dark glasses hiding his eyes— not for style, but to shield the weight he carries inside. His shirt hangs loose, books piled around him like tired guards, while he tries to map the human heart and all its quiet fractures.
People call him the author of pain, not out of insult, but because he names the storms everyone else pretends aren’t there. He dips his pen into the darker shades of feeling— the anxious grey, the heavy silence— and writes the words so many have never managed to say.
For the boy who barely speaks, for the girl who hasn’t slept in days, for the mind that spins with worry and the sadness buried out of sight— he builds a small refuge made of paper and words, a place where the weight feels lighter for a moment.
Readers find him everywhere—cities, villages, distant coasts— turning pages just to feel less alone, to see their shadows reflected honestly. He reminds them that brokenness isn’t a flaw we hide, but a thread we all share in one way or another.
Behind those dark glasses, does he cry for all he’s learned? Does he carry the thorns so he can hand out the rose? He spills himself into every line, turning hurt into something strangely beautiful— the author who takes our pain and helps us breathe again. The “author of pain”—not because he creates it, but because he helps us survive it.
Sometimes, I pause and look back on the journey I’ve traveled. It’s not been easy, but with every step, I’ve grown stronger. Life’s twists and turns have tested me, yet with perseverance and faith, I’ve made it through the darkest nights. I’m not naive to think the struggles are over, but I do know I’m in a better place now. Consistency, not perfection, has been my goal – consistently choosing happiness, not just acting it. I’m grateful for the progress I’ve made and the lessons learned along the way. With God by my side, I’ve navigated the storms, and though the path ahead may still be uncertain, I’m stepping forward with hope and determination.
I love the calm I feel when you rest, But your weight is crushing, and your grip so tight, I’m suffocating under your endless fight.
You whisper worries, of all that could go wrong, And I’m trapped in your web, where fear dwells, And I’m drowning in my own tears, In this dark anxious space.
But i’m done with the darkness, pain and the strain, I’ll break free from your grasp, Stepping into the light you’ve tried to shield away from me, Where Peace and calm unfold.
Farewell my dearest, But I’ll not be held captive night and day no more, Your whispers will get to me no more, As well as your taunts and might. I’ll shine with a light, that’ll overcome your darkest of nights. I love you to death my dear anxiety, But I can’t spend the rest of my life in this darkness, So I’m done.
It’s been a cold 365 days of living in anger, pain, depression, anxiety, pushing loved ones away, loneliness, OCD, low self esteem, S. A. D, among many other emotions. 2024 was not really the darkest of times for me as the previous years have seen me at my lowest. 2024 has been a year of epiphany. These circumstances don’t get to define who I am anymore, I mean I’m not the only one who thinks I’ve got a bad fu**ng life, so I quit playing the victim. Of all time I found myself drowning, I was the only one who picked myself back up, and that’s when I realized that I’m the only one who can help myself, so I had to take charge and quit playing the victim. I guess people will always hurt you, but that’s only when you give them the chance to. You can’t let anyone tell you who to be or write your narratives, you’ve got to be the author of your own life cause nobody can do that better than you. This past year was filled with days where the only thoughts on my head were suicidal, I’m glad o survived this phase and now I’m going to try something else like talking to God more often, cause I found out that he’s the only one that truly listens even when we think he isn’t. So whenever I’ve got questions, I need advice, or the suicidal thoughts starts coming back, then I’ll talk to God.
You are stronger than you think.
As I close the chapter on 2024, I’m reminded that although the darkness isn’t gone yet, the darkness I’ve faced has not been in vain. It’s thought me resilience, self awareness and the importance of self care. I’ve learned to acknowledge my emotions, to confront my demons, and to seek help when I need it. Most importantly, I’ve discovered that I am stronger than I thought, and that I have the power to choose how I respond to life’s challenges. I can choose to let my experiences defines me, or I can use them as fuel to drive my growth and transformation, that’s an epiphany. As I step into the new year, I’m filled with a sense of hope and renewal. I know that there’ll still be ups and downs ahead, but I’m ready to face them head-on. I’m ready to take control of my life, to chase my dreams, and to live with purpose and intention.
A year of transformation: From victim to victor.
To anyone who may be struggling, I see you, I hear you, I believe in you and most importantly, God hears you and sees you as well. Remember that you are not alone, and that there is always hope for a brighter tomorrow. Don’t give up, even when the darkness feels like it’s never ending, keep pushing forward, even when it feels like the smallest of steps. You are stronger than you think, braver than you feel, and loved more than you know. Don’t let anyone, including yourself, define your worth. You are worthy of love, care and compassion – not just from others but from yourself. Hold on to hope, and know that better days are definitely ahead. Keep shining your light, even in the darkest of times. And always remember that you are loved, you are valued, and you are enough. You don’t know this, but God resides in you.
It’s the rainy days that makes us cherish the sunshine. What am I trying to say?
Everybody falls sometimes. Just remember that that’s alright. It’s the lows in life that makes us cherish the high. And if it isn’t, I guess I’ll be fine believing a lie. When you’re alone, and you feel afraid, just remember that you’re not the only person that isn’t okay. There’s millions of us just like you and at the end of the day, we’ll all be fine. Maybe that’s a lie as well, I guess we’ll be fine believing this lie.
Oh, pretty African girl with skin like polished ebony, Your beauty shines bright like the African sun, Your eyes sparkle like diamonds in the night, And your smile is as warm as a summer breeze.
Oh, pretty African girl, with your graceful poise, You walk with grace, like a gazelle in the wild, Your presence commands attention wherever you go, A vision of beauty and grace that captivates all who behold you.
Your voice, a melody that dances on the wind, Rich with the rhythm of your ancestors, Your laughter like music, in the stillness of the night, A reminder of the power and resilience of your people.
Oh, pretty African girl, with your spirit so wild and free, You are a beacon of hope and inspiration, A symbol of strength and beauty in a world that seeks to dim your light, But you shine brighter than ever, a radiant star in the African night.
So here’s to you, pretty African girl, May you always walk with pride and grace, May your beauty shine like the stars in the sky, And may your spirit always soar high.
How often do you find yourself worrying about what’s to come, stressing about the unknown, and anxiously awaiting the future? But if you astutely observe, we fret so much about the future, and then when we get to the future, it’s now. Life is made of nows, it’s always been about the “now”.
In our constant worry about what lies ahead, we often forget that the future eventually becomes the present. Each moment we live, from one now to the next, shapes our existence. Life, in its entirety, is a collection of these present moments — the nows — that we experience. The beauty of existence lies in these nows. They are not merely fleeting instances but the very fabric that weaves together our journey. Each now offers us a chance to immerse ourselves fully in the present, to appreciate the subtle details of life that might otherwise pass unnoticed. It’s in these moments that we find clarity, where the past meets the future and converges into the present moment.
Embracing the now isn’t just about mindfulness; it’s a profound acknowledgment of our existence. It’s about living with intention and purpose, making the most of every opportunity that unfolds before us. Whether it’s a quiet moment of reflection, a joyous celebration, or a challenging decision, each now shapes our story and contributes to the tapestry of our lives. So, as we navigate the complexities of life, let us remember that the future we worry about is merely a collection of nows waiting to be lived. By honoring each moment, we honor ourselves and the journey we’re on. Life isn’t just about waiting for the future to arrive; it’s about embracing the nows that defines our existence.
Life is a journey. In this journey we all come across highs and lows, twists and turns and these eventually shapes us into the person we become. It’s funny how we could experience profound joy one minute and crippling sadness the next. Life’s journey often lead us through valleys of darkness, but if you eventually make it out of the valley to the peak of the mountain, you’ll be surprise the amount of light you’ll find there.
Depression, a silent companion for many. A phenomenon barely understood by few. All it does is whisper lies of unworthiness and hopelessness, but remember at the peak of the mountains, comes eternal light. When the weight of living feels heavy on your shoulders, the beauty of a sunset reminds us that even in the darkest of times, there is light. Watching the sunsets, gives a sense of peace and hope. The hope that tomorrow comes with a promise of a new day.
Love, a moment of warmth in life’s coldest paths. It is like a drug that everybody uses and the outcome depends on how you use it. Love could be the gentle touch of a friend, the unwavering support of family, or the passionate embrace of a partner. Remember, love is like a drug we all use. Abuse it and you risk losing it. Love is a reminder that we are never alone in our struggles and it also gives the strength to smile even when our hearts are heavy with sorrows.
Success and failure are two sides of the same coin, intertwined in the fabric of our very existence. Success should not be defined by the accolades, or material things but rather by the lives we touch and the positive impact we make. Likewise failure shouldn’t be seen as a dead end. But rather as a stepping stone. Embrace failure as a teacher and not as a foe and watch it fuel your determination to rise again, stronger than you ever were. Know that even losses can be victories when we learn from our failures (that’s an epiphany).
Through the highs and lows, the victories and the losses, never underestimate the power of a smile. A simple curve of the lips, has the power to brighten someone’s day and spread joy in the darkest of times. Sunsets and smiles, though simple in their beauty, hold the power to heal wounds and mend broken spirits. In the face of failure, a smile becomes a symbol of resilience, a testament to our ability to rise above adversity and try again. And in moments of success, a sunset becomes a celebration of how far we’ve come and a reminder to cherish the journey ahead.
Trust is a precious gift. It is something that should be earned and cherished. If we want to build strong and lasting relationships, we need to learn to trust ourselves and others.
This is a powerful question which everyone must always ask themselves, and it asks us to reflect on our own trustworthiness. It is quite easy to trust in others, but what is more difficult is to trust ourselves. We all have our own flaws and weaknesses, and it can be hard to believe that we are truly worthy of trust. And often times, we all make mistakes. But you should also remember that we are only humans, and one of the qualities of humans is to make mistakes from time to time as we aren’t perfect. Just because we make mistakes does not mean that we are not trustworthy. In fact, it is often our mistakes that teaches us the most about ourselves and about trust (and if it isn’t, i guess I’ll be fine believing it does).
If we want to be trusted by others, we first need to learn to trust ourselves. This means being honest with ourselves about our strengths and weaknesses, and it means being willing to forgive ourselves when we make mistakes. It also means being willing to put ourselves out there and be vulnerable, even when we are afraid of being hurt. We need to ask ourselves if we constantly act in accordance with our values and principles. If we keep our promises, follow through on commitments and act with integrity even when no one is watching. (The real you is not defined by the size of your office. The real you is defined by who you are when there’s no one watching).
It takes two to tango. Such is the case for trust as well. Trust is a two-way street. If we want to be trusted by others, we need to be willing to trust them in return. This means being open and honest with them, and it means being willing to give them the benefit of the doubt. It also means being willing to forgive them when they make mistakes. Trust is an essential part of any healthy relationship. It is the foundation on which all other relationships are built. If we want to have strong and lasting relationships, we need to learn to trust ourselves and others.
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.
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……………..
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.
I wish i could see you one more time, Just hearing your name makes me realize, How much meaning you added to my life. Each time i try to forget about you and move on, Our favourite song comes up on the radio, And listening to it alone, Makes me realize just how much I miss you. I dream of hearing your voice everyday, But reality dawns a rainy day, And now I’m, Sadness, tears and blues. I know you didn’t mean to hurt me, But death gave you no choice, Snatching you away from me. Your soul appears to me everyday, Telling me everything is fine and i should move on, But i wish i was dead, So we could listen to our favorite song together, In a better place.
From the time we are born, many will be educated to be a version of themselves that please others. Whether it comes from the way you were raised or how you were taught in school, we often learn to put a mask on and be an actor in our life. Unfortunately, that behavior will not lead you to be happy and live a fulfilling life. You can discover the best version of yourself and transform your life so that you are no longer an actor in your life but the author. Choose to live the life that was made for you. In this book, you will have to commit to exploring yourself, try to be aware of your behaviors, and be honest with yourself. This book is for you, and no one other than yourself can know who you are. With commitment, vulnerability, and curiosity, you will be able to be the best version of yourself and put away the mask that you‟ve to wear for much too long. Are you ready to claim your power? Then let‟s start to explore your current life and see how much you are currently your true self!
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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.
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