Use that anger inside

My hands are bleeding

The rope is cutting through my skin

I am tired and my grip is losening

I can’t let go, I won’t let go

My eyes are closing

I think I am passing out

Its dark all around

No light, no help

Yes keep climbing

I can feel the cold dampness on my skin

the stench of something rotten

perhaps someone who was holding on

has finally given up

But I am not ready

I won’t fall

I ll fight till my last breath

You can’t take it away from me

Suddenly the anger awakens

And hands start to move

One after another

Let me out of this Hell

AK~

Dark Corner

Sometimes

I find myself

Sitting at the bottom

In that dark corner

In my Mind

Its cold

The floor is hard

Space is tight

Walls are old

Paint chipping off

Someone has scribbled underneath

But I can’t read what

I am trying

To get up

I want some light

Fresh air

A hand to hold on to

But I can’t move

Because I have no energy, no will

May be

I don’t care any more

[ AK ]

 

Doorway​

Keyboard is the doorway that let me out for fresh air. I, who like to stay within the walls of my heart along with my pain, I sometimes get suffocated when once in a while you come along and knock on my door, making me realize its been ages since I have stepped outside.  But now my eyes can’t stand the light, it takes a while before I can see all my scares and some raw wounds which have already gone infected poisoning me gradually taking me towards my grave.

Its easier to stay within the walls of my heart, where I can’t see what is happening to me, pain has taught me to become numb.  That is why,  you think I can’t feel anymore, and I am distant. Maybe I can’t let the door open, Maybe I am afraid to let you see me, or Maybe I am afraid to see my own myself , Maybe I will lose the strength to go on, and courage will be snatched away from me , You see pain is a ferocious beast with long sharp teeth and big claws, as long as I stay hidden and numb, I can still survive.

 

Waves

If you
Are the Sea
And the waves are your feelings
Then
I want to be
The Boat
Floating
Touching
You tenderly

 

Asma Kareem

Weird

People are weird she said , they make no sense to me, or is it that I make no sense to them ? Could it be that I am weird ?

Well, first we need to define what weird means ?

As per dictionary it means, strange, Odd, or supernatural

I think about 3-5 % of population is weird , they are misfit with the rest of them , they think different and sees the world differently than others …
and so its difficult to connect with others

They are always looking for their kind, so called the ODD ones
and then, out those Odd ones, there are different kind of Odds

My kind is very rare, I think in Metaphors , and I like to talk in metaphors
I have come across only one person in my life so far who speaks my language
and I cant tell you how much joy it give me to know there is someone out there who understand my Mind

I guess the weird has find another weird, a happy ending .