The cure to the disease

September 14, 2023 by Alienpoet in poetry and tagged alienpoet, answers, cure, disease, inspiration, ironic, irony, life, mental health, mental illness, pain, personal, poem, poetry, spoken word, tears, truth | Leave a comment

The cure to the disease

Sparkling and wondrous

the cure to the disease

Experiencing unease

take these pills

tiny white capsules

that won’t make you ill

distilled love

wonder from above

the cure like forest bathing.

misbehaving

often the cure is the disease of a life

lived without regrets

all targets missed and not met

But to try

is to live and not die

a love fragile

but agile enough to succeed

to bleed is to be alive

To breathe is to thrive

the madness the sickness

is to expect no pain

no sadness in the rain

sunshine that burns the skin

balance is boring

whatever gets you through

is the life you choose to do

Simp-pathetic ?

February 6, 2023 by Alienpoet in poetry and tagged alienpoet, art, cursed, dark, day, heart, life, Love, pain, personal, poem, poetry, romance, rubber, simp-pathetic?, skirt, spoken word, tears, unrequited, valentines, woman | Leave a comment

I love you like you are my light and my life

wanted you to be my wife

loved you like a fetish

black like a rubber skirt

the words you say hurt

you cut my heart to ribbons

and still I am giving

my all

in your dominance I fall

I hit the wall

but I drill through

I love you I still do

but I am ruled by you

the wisest thing to do is to walk away

but I can’t eat or breathe without you

I love you I know I am no wimp

maybe I am a simp

but I love you all the same

in our deranged game.

I am the I am

December 11, 2022 by Alienpoet in poetry and tagged air, alienpoet, dark, fourth wall, God, ironic, irony, mental health, personal, poem, poetry, spoken word, story, tears | Leave a comment

Alienated alone

Friendless in the friendzone

No forks to give in a world of spoons

A real world character in a world of toons

a goon army

that want to harm me

I must be barmy

An only child to a wild man

a Stan to other people

imposter syndrome makes me feel unequal

the film I wrote won’t be a prequel

it’ll be where I stand

to where I finish as a man

This life is bitter

a litter of ironies

this life is a cycle

but the spokes won’t break on this bicycle

I am a nutter

with clutter in my head

I am smart but not book smart

I am art

but in chaos

I am the freedom you find in loss

I am joy but the heartache it cost

I am the I am and I am god

I am the I am but I am a little sod

I am the odd

one out

I am you and your every doubt

the beating second

the way it beckoned

I am reckoning

I reckon

When I reach the end

send

for help

I know I am freedom

this is where I gulp

for air…

I already said I loved you

August 11, 2022 by Alienpoet in poetry and tagged alienpoet, already, ghost, kissed, loss, lost, Love, pain, poem, poetry, spoken word, tears | Leave a comment

I already said I loved you

I already read the words

I already looked for answers

in the sky your heart and the free flying birds

I already grasped for your hand

I already whispered to your soul

I already took the plunge

but fell short of my goal

I already spent days with you

I already kissed your cheek

I already have your voice in my head

I already am that mad every week

the loss of you spiralling and making me sad

the chances are we will never meet again

but I am glad we were once close

I already thought about it already is my ghost…

Voiceless child

March 13, 2022 by Alienpoet in poetry and tagged alienpoet, child, dark, darkness, inspiration, life, mental health, pain, personal, poem, poetry, spoken word, story, storytelling, tears, voiceless | Leave a comment

I was wild and free once upon a time

a child with time and rhymes

but my parents can’t listen

just thought of me being bad

curbing my behaviour

they couldn’t be my saviours

I went quiet wanting to start a riot

It could have gone two different ways

but life strays on to one path

the aftermath of which

made me a background poet

my poetry is the ink I bleed

from wounds I don’t need

My parents need me to be their counsellor

but I can’t

I just can’t…

cycles can be broken

when loves awoken

but sometimes I want to fight back

to see the crack

of light through the walls.

I miss the days

February 13, 2022 by Alienpoet in poetry and tagged alienpoet, art, bad, dark, days, goddess, hate, Love, pain, poem, spoken word, tears, unrequited, woman | Leave a comment

I miss the bad days

the way you hate me

your words reverberate around my head

we are still in conversation

though in my imagination

sex and beastly claws

the way you wanted more than I could give

I cannot live

without thorns a rose wouldn’t be a rose

I am torn our love wasn’t really love without pain

I am just a blood stained hand holding on

a rose

it’s thorns like all your angry words cutting through skin

love is a tragedy we are all flawed within

yet romantic attachment

when it works

can heal the heart and make it beat like it’s going berserk.

In this aching

September 19, 2021 by Alienpoet in poetry and tagged alienpoet, dark, darkness, goddess, heartache, hope, Love, mental health, personal, poem, poetry, spoken word, storytelling, tears, woman | Leave a comment

In this aching

waking dream we live in

I love you is hardest thing to mean

I wait,

but waiting has no solace

my heart I polish for you

but will the stains wash out?

I won’t doubt you are worth it.

Reaching me through the void

and shadows

I cried out to you when they held me down

In the A and E ward I told them who you were

But like big cats don’t always purr

you are something to be worshipped

glorified and feared

If perfect love has no fear

it is love that has been realised

and actualised

I wait in the shadows

dancing in the dark

love is the flames not just the spark

to light my way…

Humanity

August 8, 2021 by Alienpoet in poetry and tagged alienpoet, black mirrors, humanity, life, Love, poem, poetry, rivers, spoken word, storytelling, tears, tributaries, truth | Leave a comment

People like little rivers and tributaries

flowing to the sea

entwined in words with faces dripping in kisses

but I sometimes wonder about what the eye misses;

contact between humans

sometimes we go bone dry because of the shyness of our eyes

which flow with tears

with our fears

which ravage our souls with plastic aspirations

and metallic and jewelled frustrations

has the black phoned mirror stolen our souls?

Or is the water the constant flow of love enough to water our souls?

My Garden

August 3, 2021 by Alienpoet in poetry and tagged alienpoet, garden, inspiration, Love, poem, poetry, spoken word, storytelling, tears, tending, weeds | Leave a comment

Tears dry up easily

but my love is still fragility

I tend to my life like a garden

but sometimes you just have to let it grow

even the with the weeds you know aren’t good

life is better when we are understood

and sometimes we have to accept

the trauma that lies dormant

except for times of stress

when it grows nevertheless.

Disability

June 3, 2021 by Alienpoet in poetry and tagged alienpoet, dark, disability, life, mental health, Misty, mountains, pain, personal, poem, poetry, spoken word, tears | Leave a comment

Tired in the daytime after having a good nights rest

being tested all the time by voices which are more than a pest

depressions iron curtains are coming down again

I am in the Misty mountains of pain which I climb daily

and my assailant is attacking me with delusions and fearful paranoia

I think the only hope is to battle with things that can destroy yah

I can sometimes withstand

But the terrible gravity of situation is hard for me to even understand…

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The cure to the disease

Simp-pathetic ?

I am the I am

I already said I loved you

Voiceless child

I miss the days

In this aching

Humanity

My Garden

Disability