Alice in chains

November 1, 2023 by Alienpoet in poetry and tagged Alice, alienpoet, chains, dark, darkness, inspiration, Love, pain, personal, poem, poetry, spoken word, story, storytelling, unrequited, woman | Leave a comment

Chained through your timelines

you say release you from the curse

the curse of loving me.

I know the bite of your mouth

the viscous vicious nature of your tongue

We both see things from only our point of view

a blood red hue.

You try to reach me through the crowd

Sometimes I hear you loud

and sometimes you whisper

like the wind

This is my curse to know the truth

while in denial

there is no proof

I fight a desperate battle to be heard

maybe you will one day.

In the overtones of songs are the echoes of the promise we made

over every grass blade

our delirium

our love

our blood song curse

we are chained to the words we have said

they flow in our veins

I am your twin flame but we are caught in tragedy

separated

by lies

and our clones who stand as jealous spies

You are the light in my eyes

the only one.

Magical graffiti

October 29, 2023 by Alienpoet in poetry and tagged alienpoet, ghost, graffiti, guides, halloween, hands, magical, poem, poetry, spirit, spoken word, storytelling, writers | Leave a comment

The graffiti
that appears on these four walls
isn’t just scribble isn’t just scrawl
it’s magic is intangible
tangling us all
mystical symbols enthrall
They detect and protect
us all from bad spirits
Entities that would eventually suck spirit
from soul and bone
not leaving us alone

Who writes this graffiti no one knows
spirit guides hands that glow
in the throes
of a wind that blows
what it says nobody knows
except the writers hands.

Occupied/possessed

August 21, 2023 by Alienpoet in poetry and tagged alienpoet, art, beauty, dark, darkness, devil, Love, mental health, mental illness, occupation, occupied, pain, personal, poem, poetry, possession, spirit, spoken word, story, storytelling, warfare | Leave a comment

I have been occupied

Like the sign on a toilet cubicle

I have been subjected to your ridicule

Your voice comes and goes

like the wind that blows

Maybe my heart was hollow

and needed to be possessed

but now I cannot rest.

One day I might live up to being a toy character (spoken word poem)

August 8, 2023 by Alienpoet in poetry and tagged alienpoet, character, childlike, children, funny, inspiration, poem, poetry, spoken word, storytelling, Superhero, toy | Leave a comment

One day I might live up to being a toy character

out of paw patrol

or hey dougie

A wizard or witch who has mastered the

art of magic

instead of tragic

rock star

or a burnt out old poet

maybe I will be reincarnated as Pegasus

to fly on by

in the clear blue sky

with fluffy clouds

one day I might be a superhero of my own making

in a graphic novel

or a saviour of person trapped in a hovel

I am definitely in awe

of people who aren’t bores

what are we if we can’t dream

of being better?

and writing our own stories and letters

to our imagination.

Schizophrenia awareness day Poem

July 25, 2023 by Alienpoet in poetry and tagged alienpoet, answers, dark, God, inspiration, mental health, pain, personal, poem, poetry, schizophrenia, spoken word, storytelling, truth | Leave a comment

Schizophrenia and the caveman

I dreamt of telling stories

forged in magic and music.

I heard voices of gods

angels and demons

In the flickering flames

that kept me warm.

It was part of my evolution

but sometimes

did wisdom is seen as mental illness

Nowadays I am known as a schizophrenic

I was a caveman with a shamans knowledge

Now they say I am something to be feared

When I was just reaching out

to understand.

This life (my life so far)

July 3, 2023 by Alienpoet in poetry and tagged alienpoet, being40, inspiration, life, mental health, mylifesofar, pain, personal, poem, spoken word, storytelling, truth, wisdom | Leave a comment

People tell me it’s easy to reach forty

I waged a war to get here

At 10 years old I ran away

a post man found me

and delivered me back to my mum

At 16 psychosis blew my mind

always out of step with time

At 18 I found poetry and rhyme

but suicidal tendencies stuck in my mind

At 21 I climbed a mountain in foreign land to see the Dawn

At 25 I wrote a letter to myself at 16

Because although I saw stars I still bore the scars

from my breakdowns

At 30 I pressed the reset button

and found myself in hospital again

but my life twisted and turned my heart burned

I found creative writing course which inspired at 32

I recited poetry on the radio too

and fought for community projects

to advertise and endorse

At 40 I live my life

I show love and remorse

I fight to live but that’s what life is for me

but in between moments of pain and work

Is the happiness I desired and the freedom I planted like the seeds that formed a tree

I sit in their shade

One day my body will fade

but I will be a soul free in the wind

guiding others my kin.

When it takes a mad man to see the truth (spoken word)

June 13, 2023 by Alienpoet in poetry and tagged alienpoet, God, hope, inspiration, Love, madman, poem, poetry, spoken word, storytelling, universe, vampire | Leave a comment

We all fight to be kind
to have love and life
interchangeable in our minds
don’t live off of anyone
or become a vampire
that feeds on blood, flesh and tears
I loved you throughout the years
We are the universe
we are god
from children of inner sense
to wisdoms pre-tense
we live our lives wild and free
untamed by the flames of reality
which course and flow
like watery waves
We all have light waves running through us
Our consciousness cannot die
even of our last sigh.

Dreaming worlds that never were (spoken word poem)

April 24, 2023 by Alienpoet in poetry and tagged alienpoet, beauty, dark, goddess, inspiration, language, monad, poem, poetry, spoken word, spokenword, storytelling, woman, words | Leave a comment

Silence traps daydreams

energy burns

the multi verses yearn

worlds that never were

outstretch themselves in time

The universes machine purrs

and her soul pines

for her lover to set her free

she creates doors for just one key

she speaks through us all

just to speak to me

I seek answers but love is the only answer we need

but in this daydream my healed hand bleeds

and sometimes hurts

she is my reason my soul

I am the messenger of the monad the mind of heaven

the hour is late the end is all ready here

it’s time to let go of all our childish fear.

The history of words

April 24, 2023 by Alienpoet in poetry and tagged alienpoet, answers, art, bias, dark, history, injustice, inspiration, life, objects, pain, poem, poetry, racial bias, racism, spoken word, story, storytelling, toys, words | Leave a comment

Words have a history

it’s not a mystery

If you do the research

from racist toys

for girls and boys

we have to respect

words have a history

and so do objects

so please have some respect

and acknowledge the implications

we all want to be loved above stereotypes

and life is cannot be lived in present only;

history matters

and leaves us sometimes in tatters

words will often leave us broken

hurting us more than sticks and stones

and broken bones.

I want to swipe left on this world

April 20, 2023 by Alienpoet in poetry and tagged alien, alienated, alienpoet, goddess, inspiration, leave, left, loss, lost, Love, mental health, personal, poem, poetry, storytelling, swipe, world | Leave a comment

I want to Swipe left

On this world

no love finds me

no matter how I try

the right way to live is to cry

but at least I am here

I leave my mark

my divinity just a spark

I have written a thousand poems of longing

I have ached thousands days of love

and never been touched

I clutched at thousand straws

fought a thousand wars

in my head

if I could ever be respected

I’d choose love instead

as love is hope

and fear is respect

I answer in the tongue of the goddess

the only language I understand

in the chaos which haunts and daunts me.

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