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.
Tag: AOP
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.
Motivation
I’ve been doing this for more than a year now, and i put much time into this because I love what i do and I do what I love. When I first started, I never knew if people would want to listen or read my works but I was really amazed to see that alot of people actually loved what I do and that’s enough motivation to keep on going. When I write, I produce pains but the pains are not meant to cause you more pains but rather it’ll help you ease your pains. If poetry is a disease, I promise you I’m infected. The rhymes are my playground, watch me play with words. I put so much real life in this poetry, you think I’m making this up? Trust me, if the poems ain’t sharp and real they aren’t going to make the cut. I’m no teacher, but you’ll learn how to live with my words. I’m a different breed of poet, I know how to survive and never give up. If you want to come into my lane, you better know how to drive and even if you know how to, I suggest you buckle up if you want to come on this ride because it’s a tough ride. I love my lane even though it’s rough.
REAL POETRY
©AUTHOR OF PAIN
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