I am more than a thinker, i am a Poet.

A poet expresses himself through words; he does not harm others.
His heart stirs his mind, and thus he could write for hours.
A poet feels lonely most of the time, and then his greatness rises.
He recreates the world, adds more color, and fills it with surprises.

But there are times when a poet cannot resist his own mind.
His thoughts take over, and his weary eyes grow blind.
Limitless sleepless nights, trying to escape harsh reality,
Fear, anger, and loneliness drain his vitality.

A poet is led not by knowledge, but by his rare soul,
And in times of conflict, he loses all control.
It is hard for us to understand what a poet longs to express,
Because he speaks from the heart, not from the mind’s distress.

Every poem holds a story, and every story another to tell.
Believe it or not, you are a poet too; you have a soul as well.
Let your poetic self give you hope, and let wonder make you curious.
Take off your mask, open up, and do not be afraid of feeling.

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Nightmare

The cradle of life swings back and forth. These torturing memories I silently recall. A taste of sudden fear, to numb my sins. Violently eager, to conquer my whims. Capturing the moment with a fluttering blink, Flushing out blight, to rise from the weak. Paper hands made from sturdy oak trees, A core so strong, it defeats the disease. Haunted dreams, uneasy and unwell, Afraid to wake up, too scared to dwell. A rusted watch to tell the broken time, The wrath of Cronos echoes his prime. Lucidly walking into the unknown, Facing the void, yet still all alone. A final wish to live a heartbeat, Revived in spirit, I rise to my feet.

A Mother’s Influence

A Mother’s Influence Clock’s ticking, birds fly - into the horizon - they are hugging the sky. To listen, to observe, to think, to preserve, to create a mythical stellar dream where he can summon radiant unicorns, and like the stars - to endlessly gleam. Time passes, a boy turns into a man, he loves his mother, and she loves her son. The dark spirits have spoken, he got his heart broken but they couldn’t harm him, his mother nourished his soul, she showed him the way, she became his lighting shield. They never expected to fight a man as strong as him, she taught him to be brave, for the day he would give his precious life, and the whole world he would redeem. Behind every strong, honest, and courageous man lies a strong and caring mother. She sacrifices a part of herself to see him flourish, to become strong, like his father. And when he claims his throne and finds his queen, she is still there to protect him, the mother of the king.

Depression

When you reach rock-bottom, when your soul cries, Life stops vibrating; everything vivid in pain dies. Filthy dark entities knock at your door, You refuse to open, but they break in, causing mayhem. They enter your lizard brain, with no mercy at all. Now you're a slave to them; down on your knees, you crawl. “You’re not good enough, you’re a failure, you’re nobody.” These voices change your perception. The downfall begins. You want nothing, no one, anything but to lie down and sleep. You beg not to wake up; one more day alive hurts deep. Stuck in your own tiny space, thoughts of death quickly arise. You want to escape from yourself, the self you despise. You are afraid of being alive, but not of death. No one cares about you—alone until your last breath. Life becomes meaningless, love dies, you feel sick. You can’t take it anymore, stuck in this loop till you die.

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