Oh, babe, I know how much you loved to play hide and seek where you stole my heart and everything I could call mine. Andyou always made me the seeker, dooming me to find myself in your vague reflection and you, the hider – never revealing your true self beneath those pearl eyes and teal stockings. But the games were fun until that day when you took me to the lakes for one final round of hide and seek and stole my breath and strangled me in your ocean and left me to drown.
I never got to seek you again.
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My conscience was under redevelopment And I had visitors in the new home I built, They came and go, some stayed for long, But the unwelcome guest never left.
The unwelcome guest stayed in the bottom cellar, Which was there in the pit of my stomach, Isolated it was, as there was no room To notice it, with the other visitors.
The unwelcome guest was often hungry, But it had learnt to oppress its hunger, Because in the dining room in my heart, There were other guests being fulfilled.
Until one day, there was silence, Etching onto the corners of my stomach, The hunger of the unwelcome guest could no longer be suppressed, It made its way to the dining room.
The seats were empty and the shadows lurked, My conscience was now a building out of order, I have learnt to fix what’s broken and I solve equations I get accidently right, But the unwelcome guest has cast a shadow so dark, Every light has ushered out, The chandeliers in my heart don’t sparkle anymore.
There are no visitors willing to stay, Everything is intact but nothing is right, But the unwelcome guest remains ghosted, Until one day.
As the unwelcome guest wants to take over, And become the owner of the house I’ve grown till now, Which though is out of order right now, With the unwelcome guest pulling the reins, My home will destroy to ruins.
The unwelcome guest can’t be fed anymore – as it has become the feeder, It is eating at me and every part I call home And leaving me with my veins ripped off,
It’s waiting for the pain to become so deep that it’ll become a habit to master over time, The only thing I feel would be emptiness, Because pain would be the habit which will become me, And the only feeling I’ll ever feel, but yet not a feeling.
The unwelcome guest cannot be defeated, As hatred is what I deserve, I have tried too hard to be someone I think I was But now I know I am nothing, But a puppet in the hands of this guest I did not invite.
The dining room has turned into an empty stage, The windows are shut and the roof at a endless height, The dust of the diner’s footsteps are hiding behind faded curtains, The path is now paved with broken glass
As the unwelcome guest has become my owner, My soul is surrendered to that invisible face, Which has been proving me wrong since the day I believed, That peace was something I could achieve.
Hello everyone! I had written this one a while back however I am posting it now. This poem is a fictional piece of work, with the concept of ‘the unwelcome guest’ being the central motif, that is a concept, idea, object which repeats itself throughout the text and is hence recurring.
The poem begins with the setting of a well- built house, with the unwelcome guest not being prominent due to being kept buried by the owner. However, gradually the factors the owners held on to for not dealing with the unwelcome guest eventually moved away which paved way for the unwelcome guest to take control, rather than the owner having the chance to deal with the unwelcome guest.
The main motive for writing this poem was to display the disturbing effects of the negative feelings inside us, and how keeping it buried does more harm than good.
Yes, it is important to have a perspective to understand our thoughts and emotions and our very being, but it is alright to not have an immediate perspective about everything, and sometimes feeling your negative emotions is the only way to gain needed perspective.
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Your ample words, and the horrifying motives hidden vaguely behind them,
Act like a sieve for my thoughts and emotions,
My every bit of sanity you’re extracting from my brain,
You are making me lose control as I cry out loud to the forlorn universe in which I’m dying.
My ripped soul’s translucent tears,
Evaporating into the empty voids,
Precipitate the hazy atmospheres of my brains,
And it rains.
It pours heavily.
Their stone-hearted cold criticism floods through my conscience with rage,
With every puddle of anguish within absorbing my mind’s peace.
Yes, I’m different.
My soul’s scarred with a million miserable cuts,
Blood streaming out from these suicidal scars,
Red paintings on my parched skin,
And oh! Such an immense bittersweet relief I perceive,
From these habitual portrayals of huge, red masterpieces,
Painted painfully by my blue-green veins.
The veins which bind me to reality,
But I hate this reality,
because it has you.
Scrutinizing every deed of mine,
So unfairly you treat me and drown me in despair,
Hence today I shall free myself of this reality I’m enforced to believe are of my own choices,
You thrived on the thought that you could control me,
But now I will finally be free,
For I shall expose the deadened veins of my neck to fresh open air,
Which I breathed in, and urged me to swallow, and not let out,
The blood I produced in every breath taken in this atrocious atmosphere,
But I shan’t allow myself these bloody lumps of guilt to taste anymore,
I will finally now bleed to my death and your profound joy and rest in your grim grave with pleasure.
My freezing body is collapsed in front of your feet,
I’m making you witness eternal peace,
You walked over my identity, my personality, my feelings and mercilessly hurt me,
You unreasonably desired to gain control over me.
So finally now my mortal body is surrendered to you,
I am dead. Finally devoid.
It’s so easy
So walk over me, “Bless me” with your chapped feet,
Stamp on my soulless hollow lungs and shoulders,
And make me bleed my heart out.
Puncture my limbs and eyes out of their places,
Tear my scars and bruises apart,
Wound me deeper,
Snap my neck and torment me further.
Grasp your evil dagger and gleefully into my soul thrust.
Fulfill your lust,
Finish me, demolish me, and crumble me to dust.
This poem is to emphasize on how intense a person’s feelings can get on being criticised on every single thing. The people judging them for everything they lack do not realise that they’re hurtingthem.
It’s important that people realise that nobody can be perfect or be exactly matching the expectations of perfection, and it is not even required to be perfect. We all are unique and have the right to have our own beliefs and the right to choose for ourselves.
We all have a spark inside us, a reason to stay alive and survive. Embrace yourselves. Nobody can do a better version of you than you yourself. You are perfect in your imperfections. Thrive in your inner beauty.
To all those people battling and struggling in all sorts of wars in their lives, you unknowingly inspire millions of hearts and give them hope and courage. So have courage, have hope, and know you’re the best💞