I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
Dropped my pen for a long time Not sure if I have been doing fine I have been dealing with things Like a detective, only solving my own crimes
By Harydo Neon4 years ago in Poets
Back on tarred roads with eyes to the sky Rain pour, soul hurt, didn't have a chance to say goodbye Broken in pieces I didn't even know exists
Sunday, 07th of November Here in Harydo's mind Hair tied with a band made out of rubber Open up to me, let's see what we'd find
You aren't a stranger to my tears Even those that didn't escape out of fear Even when I chose not to see Or ignore things of which I promised not to weep
The last year was a tormoil and relief A fight between who I am and my beliefs To be so lost that you only want to be found by yourself
My battles have turned to a raging war And yet I sleep and slumber even more Piles of work, by me, yet to be done And my neighbours can hear me at 3am when I snore
By Harydo Neon5 years ago in Poets
It's me, standing under this light Trying to open myself to people around It's scary, so many eyes glaring and trapping-sights
For I have fallen deep in the trenches In this swamp, stained by its stenches And I cry out to He who helps To guide me out and forgive my missteps
I just really want to go home, I am exhausted Back to the green land I grew up, I miss it Hug my dad again, Damn I miss him
Wedding bells, a matrimony so holy A baby on the way, one they did see coming She opened the womb, parted the ways , she's a fore runner
If a parallel universe exists I hope the other me is happy I hope he wakes up feeling hopeful and appreciate the opportunities he's having
It's tangible and so it must be real If every box is checked, does that seal the deal? If rock bottom if as they say it is
