The One Getting Married

I watched the love of my life getting married today
Theirs filled with love and light while mine is gray
My heart burns in pieces and my eyes can only cry
Their lovely summer wedding is my saddest July

He is now the one and I ain’t anyone anymore
As hard as it is I must now close this heavy door
I guess it is time to finally quit wishful thinking
Time to let go of this beautiful past I used to cling

All I could do is to watch and let them walk away
As I put out another cigarette in an empty ashtray
I am reduced to sad love songs to mask my pain
For my biggest loss is now his happiest gain

The idea that my only love is taken forevermore
Floats and drops inside my head like a seesaw
I am always the best man and never the groom
For all my love stories were destined to doom

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The Pain of Living

They do not know what it is like –

To hear voices in the head
To feel numb from cigarette burns
To look in the mirror seeing hate
To sleep with eyes wide open

To have nowhere to go but lost
To walk through unfriendly stares
To be surrounded by constant chaos
To wake up in nauseous nightmares

To feel so alone in a busy town
To breathe air of helplessness
To swim in fear of getting drowned
To live with no more purpose

They say suicide is an act of cowardice
They have no idea it takes a lot of courage
For there no longer is reason to exist
Time to write the book’s very last page

The hurt, the sorrow, the pain
The life of this young man
Too much to bear with one hand
Too much to cling to with another hand

If only I have the courage
If only death is a choice I manage
If only there is no baggage
Then I shall leave no damage

But I choose life…

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Sleeping Pills

He puts on the mask of a young gun
And then pretends to be having fun
Listens to music that makes no sense
In a shallow world built so intense

He heads home in the midnight bus
His tired soul now covered in rust
Like a chained tiger no longer wild
Craves for attention like a lost child

He stares at empty wall with wonder
Wearily looking for a vague answer
No one there to fill his emptiness
No one there to feel his loneliness

He lays his head on his single bed
Goes to sleep a little bit more sad
Sleeping pills and Bob Dylan’s music
Good night, good morning from a man homesick

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Boathouse Lullaby

Floating on the water on a night so serene
Lit up by the ray of light from the candle
Rocking on a bed of waves soft as satin
Like a new born baby in a wooden cradle

As our minds travel to places unseen
Imaginations meet with boundless bliss
They too reminisce where we have been
Memories of times spent with those we miss

The moon disappears into the break of dawn
Chirpy birds serenades us with morning song
Like an aloof wolf hunting for a fawn
It is times like these that we feel truly strong

As the sun rises we rest our weary bones
Away from the world we shall sleep in peace
In the end they who long end up alone
But only those who dare will sail with ease

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Talking To An Angel

Vague conversation past each midnight
Wind blows echoes softly like a feather
The ease of words as they take flight
As gently as the touch of a mother

The light of love that angels impart –
Sounds of violin travel across the ears
Opens up the door to the coldest heart
Undo hours of forgotten tears

Serene image irradiates the sight
Pure as snow that melts into water
Poetry in motion dances in twilight
Short and sweet like a lingering whisper

All dreams and hopes anew they shall start
By a voice that comforts like a choir
In the end the angel will depart
Kisses good night with a silent prayer

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Song of A Homeless Man

A young man with his beaten guitar strumming
Along the street corner outside a liquor store
With a raspy voice and a beer he was humming
A country song ’bout a town by the river shore

He was tired and drunk but he was charming
The charm of a man who has lived his life poor
With no one watching he kept on performing
His body, spirit so numb he no longer feels sore

Almost emotionless he just stood there smiling
In a hapless world where people don’t ever care
About his helpless thought and hopeless feeling
His eyes restless, distressed with an empty stare

With each cigarette he lit up hopes of settling
Yet the idea of home felt like a haunting scare
The very reason why he kept on traveling
Living the sweet life of an aristocrat’s nightmare

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I am lost in a city painted in unfamiliarity
The beauty lies in its chaotic uncertainty
Taken out of my zone of comfortability
What is left is a interrupted mental clarity
Shoulders rubbed with a hit of insanity
This is not a life for he who craves stability

I am this man with dreams of dreams
And yet nothing is ever really what it seems
Behind the dark brown eyes that look grim
Is a man who looks tough but feels like a wimp
Under an appearance of proper and prim
Is a heart so fragile and broken it is limp

I am tortured with a hidden insecurity
A secret that toys with my inner vanity
Blurred was the line of sense and sensibility
Surrounded by the charm of insincerity
In an uphill battle to uphold my dignity
Before I sink in to an ocean of unreality

I am a musical score without a composer
A grand living room without any furniture
I am bitter like iced coffee without sugar
A confused question without a right answer
I am the past, the present, and the future
An unknown suspense of an epic cliffhanger

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