I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
There is this inner side of living Or maybe I just overthink things The fear of imperfections Well, I guess it's the pressure
By Harydo Neon4 years ago in Poets
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
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
