You are no different from me

March 6, 2026 by Alienpoet in poetry and tagged alienpoet, but the same, dark, different, life, mental health, personal, poem, poetry, shadow, shadow self, spoken word, truth, worm | Leave a comment

Go on kill me out of existence

I am a worm in your soul

Eking out resistance

We are not separate

we are the same

I am your shadow born in pain

Life is an illusion

we are never sane

All the soldiers

All the war

Won’t open heaven’s door

I am you and you are me

Cut me and you bleed

Like pomegranate seeds

I am the sky you cry to

I am the god that answers through whispers

and leaves moving on a tree

Sadness echoes what should have been

But the lies have been told and you believed

that you were different from me

Can’t you see I am your shadow with stars

and you are me with all your scars.

This poet

February 23, 2026 by Alienpoet in poetry and tagged alienpoet, business cards, dark, life, mental health, pain, personal, poem, poetry, shopping carts, spoken word, storytelling, truth | 2 Comments

This poet isn’t meat and bones

He feels like cold stone

this poet lacks confidence

Walls collapse and collide

with his speech

with wounds you can only teach

hurt

This poet tells ugly truths

with minimal evidence or proof

he holds it like business card in his heart

life unfolds like a shopping cart

til tart solutions

This poet feels full

his heart holds his universe

it’s his curse

All poems tell a tale

dripping ink

Bleeding from the quill

I can’t even imagine life without those words

but like birds

they have flown

To a new throne

cold and alone…

Lonely people

January 3, 2026 by Alienpoet in alienpoet, poetry and tagged alienpoet, art, dark, lonely, mental health, pain, people, poem, poetry, spoken word, storytelling, truth | Leave a comment

Only people

with hidden sparks of divinity

looking into the mirror

getting shivers

and quivers

Looking for love but love doesn’t deliver

another endeavour

feat of the gods

the odds

and ends of messages

we send

The revolving door

of lives

when will hope truly arrive

karma

another charmer

but a bell chimes

and it alarms us

we are living fast food lives

Our souls the only thing

that isn’t disposable

water hoses us down

but we can’t get to the deep

conversations

we permanently seek to leave words

of comfort even if they are lies

and we surrounded by people

with mole like eyes.

Forever lonely only children

Unseen

November 6, 2025 by Alienpoet in poetry and tagged alienpoet, dark, invisible, mental health, pain, personal, poem, poetry, spoken word, unseen | Leave a comment

I live in the sadness and the madness of being unseen

I dream

of beauty

having a beautiful woman’s smile in my eyes

starry skies

Holding her hand

but this life happens in the meantime

Unplanned

I am unseen invisible

divisible miserable behind four walls

a boy born with a huge soul

now small

My confidence and ego a full ballon

then shrinking like a soggy deflated one

like lungs I breathe in life

and exhale sadness

madness is all I have but aren’t we all the same?

invisible and visceral ethereal like ghosts

people pleasing and wheezing just to be heard…

The beast hungers

October 30, 2025 by Alienpoet in poetry and tagged alienpoet, dark, darkness, death, grave, halloween, monster, poem, poetry, return, saviour, spirit, spoken word, storytelling, vampire, woman | Leave a comment

Spoken word and music Halloween poem

Capitalism will eat us all

October 5, 2025 by Alienpoet in poetry and tagged alienpoet, capitalism, dark, eating, poem, poetry, spoken word, storytelling | Leave a comment

First it came in the name of being free
and having dignity
no more slavery
Then it gave us recession
We turned on ourselves
Austerity’s court was in session
boom and bust
lusting after other peoples wealth
Tax havens for the rich governed by stealth
then came war epidemics and famine
we turned on ourselves
shops shelves bare
we only care
about our own
immigrants were the first to be enslaved or deported
then the disabled who couldn’t work
were eaten up but the system
Under the guise of fairness,Eugenics
and pandemics
then the working class were enslaved again
under the pen
and keyboards of corporations
The middle class became the working class again
While billionaires became trillionaires
Meanwhile planet earth festered and burned
and the rich found that you can’t eat digital currency and cash
as we dreamt of a bubble that burst like a infected gash.
Love was always the answer
hatred is a cancer
I wonder when we realise the path we are on
was the wrong one