*SORT OUT

I feel misjudged, misdiagnosed—
Sore fingers, heart aflame,
A clump lodged in my throat.
Am I losing my mind, my hope,
Or perhaps both?

Dreams drift to desire’s dead end,
A dead bird adrift in the salted sea.
I inject myself with the poison of restart,
No turning back, no antidotes.

Lessons hang by the quotes,
Life a paradox, a stranded boat.
Rest in peace? Never found it.
Peace eludes like a mirage.

~FlameHeart©*

*A little trip down memory lane

Last night, I got a little trip down memory lane,
Oh my, I never thought it'd be that insane.
All my scars, old self, ceased all my pains,
It would not be better if, just by holding a diary and pen,
Old mates, old chats, boundless tracks—no matter how far I go,
Holding shift to control all my alter egos,
The vision shifts, but it's not much of a fun side.
Not a day or night that I've not cried,
That part is usually something I would like to skip and hide,
Memories of agony; I really feel so anxious, sick and tired.
Perhaps It's a new journey, new friends, a new place,
But the same younger me, nah, he can't be.
Perhaps he died, a long time ago,
Because he didn't know and got tied,
With some bonds never wanting to bind in the first place,
Continuously seeking to be free.
I've escaped and pushing myself,
Trying forget those days, while the time flees.
I'm an illusionist who knows all those tricks,
To hide my scars behind my smile and silence, indeed.
Formed a new house out of those same old bricks,
From the cover, I may've looked like a little damn cold freak.
I still bear those bold sparks inside, still buzzing like a bee.
And I think it's better to be who you are than how others want you to be.
Although my tongue sometimes slips and I talk sick,
I realized with my old self that I was grumpy,
Little bit too stuck with these peoples so toxic.
Hometown, late night, long drive, I started missing those things,
A little trip down the memory lane, and suddenly my alarm rings.
Cold hour, dizzy mind, drowsy eyes,
In balcony now I'm standing alone,
I've really changed a lot, with time I've grown,
I get quiet, trapped inside thoughts of my own.

~FlameHeart©*

I'm not very sure if she is the one,
Still, why do I avoid her gaze?
I hesitate to talk, but when she replies,
I don't know why, but I smile at myself.
I had the scars in my vein, rock over my heart,
But when she smiles, I forget everything.
I try to read her eyes, but I fail every time,
I get lost in the depth of her eyes.

~FlameHeart©**

You may think I'm not serious, a mere fool.
because usually this harsh, I never say,
but believe my world is not to be colourful,
It's always supposed to be black and grey.

#short#draft

~FlameHeart©**

#randomthoughts
At home is where all the peace can be found,
Outside, there's only noise and visual pollution around.
Tired we are, everyday explaining our point of view,
Now it seems, silence is the solution to everything too.

~FlameHeart©**

#Suddenclicks

In the dawn of the doomsday,
I'll be at your doorstep,
With the only dandelion;
I've nurtured with so much dedication.
We'll dance with drumbeats,
And it'll be my last dream,
Before I'll drown in the depths;
Of the dungeon of despair,
Waiting to devour the dead souls,
For decades in the silent darkness.
Untold stories will dwell in dirt,
In torn old diary pages, forever.

~FlameHeart©**

*Soil and Secrets

Which one is losing faster, the soil or the secrets,
Or both in their haste to expose what they hide?
Made of worms of lies that gnaw at their core or,
The fragile heart of crops that withers and dies.

~FlameHeart©*

Beyond the Clouds
Again, it's about my very blurred, lonely life,
Every day is full of longing and strife.
Maybe I need to find a whole new vibe,
By turning my emotions into tunes of a fife.
My instinct says it's going to be alright,
But the fact is no more out of my sight,
The war inside my mind will not be easy to fight,
I don't know if happiness will be by my side,
Or not, but now I've nothing left to hide,
Except for myself, there's no one to confide.
It's time to remember that old diary's slide,
Where once I wrote it'll be easier to glide.
Again, I'll be fine, over the flow of time,
Just have to grind, to conquer my prime.
I have to work hard over the day and night,
Whether my time turns darker or bright.
Maybe the canopy is for now blocking the sunlight,
But I will not stop until I reach a new height,
The peak up above the clouds and left behind,
A legacy that'll someday spread worldwide.

~FlameHeart©**

Happy New Year everyone ✨️