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
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.
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.
I am volatile The wind throttling I’m the breeze slowly blowing An Ash of my past scars Coal of my present scars Coal of my present wounds Fire for my future laughter
I’m a being undiscovered A secret undisclosed Yet I am me I’m the raging storm Yet your calming sea
I’m a whole lot you don’t see Yet that which you see is me Or maybe you will never really see me
I want you to search June for the last piece of my heart For I have walked away but I am sick A part of me is struggling to walk on dry rustled leaves Because my limbs are slave to your words And my heart a captive to your summer lies.
You have not said the word
I have not said your voice in the autumn whispers
I long for your skin, like a baby yearns its mother
My stomach hurts badly and my chest burns daily
For sunlight has failed to bring me joy.
The rain is no longer a friend of mine
My garden is withered from lack of water
And April heat failed to bring me showers
Because I sit in the still shadows where you left me
Hoping you return the last piece of me.
I need you to say the word
I next to know you still care
So I can move on to find peace
I need you to tell December her frost is overdue
And you’d like to return to me now.
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