Lost Mind

Follow me into the mind

Of a demented man,

Take a look around,

Broken trinkets and wandering dreams

Are among the things that

Can be found in this wasteland

Of squalor passions of a man

Once filled with hope and love.

Take a look around 

At the mind of a poor bastard 

Who cannot cry to let the

Pain go away, the desire 

To no longer feel and think always 

Lingers within this wasteland

Of broken and wandering dreams,

Deep within this bastard, demented brain.

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Black Mirror

I hit the refresh button

Hoping to see something new,

Something new to forget my flaws,

The flaws these influencers are free

From is what I want and desire.

I hit refresh once again

And see my face,

Full of disgust and scars,

Canyons and craters across my face

That leave me paralyzed by terror.

The black mirror cracks from the

Sight of what is presented

And tears pools into the canyons,

For I wish I wasn’t me,

Free of the flaws I was cursed with.

Project Incoming

Hello everyone!

For those who have been here before, hello again and welcome back. For those who are new, please take a look around.

I would like to announce that after having self-published two books, another that has been years in the making is on the way. Called “The Fire Within” this poetry novel will encompass mental health, lost love, affection, nature, and more. It is still in development so if you would like to see a specific topic, feel free to reach out and I would be more than happy to help make your thoughts a reality on paper.

Time has not been the kindest since the pandemic has started, but now is the time to jump back into writting.

With all the love and support,

Roman

A Faltered Flame

It was just a moment, but it was enough

To know that I was not enough for you,

The fire in your eyes blinked and

Sputtered like water was being thrown

On the flames of your affection,

Replaced by the bitter frost of the north.

It seemed like it was just a dream,

But that moment in the sands of time

Slipped past my eyes and into darkness,

Away from the light that I brought to you

For you cared about the physical side of love

And I wanted to show you more of life.

Just A Drag

There is nothing and everything flowing around my mind,

Passing by while silence thunders past

The nothing that screams at me,

Yet everything bothers me not while I remain motionless.

 

The drag of the of the cigarette is my only measure of time,

Puff after puff and one stick after another,

Only the darkness that pours into my body

With each hit fills my decrepit soul.

 

Motionless and frozen in time I lie in this pool of nothing,

Letting the smoke fill the room to choke me to death,

Those smoky hands wrapping tight to rip out my heart,

Letting the blood drip out,

 

Letting the blood drip onto my chest and filling the cavity black,

The smoke filling my soul, the only thing that can fill my decrepit soul

To make me feel whole if only for a moment at a time.

 

Anxiety

My skin is burns underneath the surface,

Ants crawling up and down,

Setting fire to every cell in my body

And an uncontrollable itch and pain

In an unreachable place.

 

I claw at my skin,

Talons tearing the skin to shreds,

Blood pours from my wounds,

Yet there is no relief

The anguish I feel.

 

My heart beats faster,

Breathing gets heavier

With every passing moment

Desperate to feel more,

To feel more than never-ending pain.

 

My skin dangles from muscle,

Tendons twitching from the fresh air

And tears that pour from my cheeks,

Blood drips to the floor, but all this pain

Led to no eternal relief,

As I know there will be a resurgence of pain.

 

 

New Book

The Fire Within

New book being released Friday. The Fire Within

Free

Look at me,

A wannabe poet,

Sitting in a room of

Smoke and fire,

Trying to find the desire

To stay standing

And fulfill your expectations

Of what I can do.

You expect many things,

Yet I can do nothing

But stand and say

I am who I am,

A product of nature

Forged and caged 

By societal expectations,

Begging for release,

Begging to be me

In this ever-changing world,

I beg to be free,

I beg to be me,

A poet born to be free

And for the world 

To see me for who I am.

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Sentimental

This is my attempt at lyrical type of poetry. If you feel like it is good, or have ways I can improve, please let me know, I am open to feedback. For more content that I create please check out the link: https://linktr.ee/romvas98

Bye, bye-bye

My sweet love,

You’re a memory

Of what was meant

To be,

Goodbye my dear,

We were oh so sweet

But you changed your

Dirty little mind

And chased another,

Oh how are the memories,

Sentimental,

I dreamed of another

Day when you were gone!

Sentimental

I think not,

Bye, bye-bye

My sweet love,

You’re just a memory

Of fantasy

But you’re gone

With another,

Bye, bye-bye.

Starlight

It started as nothing more than a simple wish

To be near you and your iridescent hair,

Your inhumane beauty captured by the light of stars,

Your serious beauty cuts deep and draws scarlet,

But I cannot be mad at this joy you bring,

I cannot be mad at the pain you inflict

With your foreboding beauty, olive skin

Blessed by all the divine angels that makes

Aphrodite blush; I cannot be mad at you,

For you are my starlight everlasting.

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Anxiety

My skin burns underneath the surface,

Ants crawling up and down,

Setting fire to every cell in my body

And an uncontrollable itch and pain 

In an unreachable place.

I claw at my skin,

Talons tearing the skin to shreds,

Blood pours from my wounds,

Yet there is no relief

To the anguish I feel.

My heart beats faster,

Breathing gets heavier

With every passing moment

Desperate to feel more,

To feel more than never-ending pain.

My skin dangles from muscle, 

Tendons twitching from the fresh air

And tears pour from my checks,

Blood drips to the floor, but all this pain

Led to no eternal relief,

As I know there will be a resurgence of pain,

For the fire within never stops burning.

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Black is the Brightest Color

Black is all that I can see in front of me,

A never ending vision fueled by internal anguish,

I have waited for a moment where peace would

Grow and flourish within me and shining 

Bright light flows throughout every inch of my skin,

Spread to every nerve point and let me reach

A bliss that I have never seen or rejoiced in.

The black that I see in front of me

Makes my blood shiver, the eternal cold

That I wish would go away once and for all.

Poem from my upcoming novel! Feel free to check it out and explore more.

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Dawn

I wake up and peer through the glass

 Of my room into the lush forest hidden

By the dark of night, pines and ferns

Obscured by the absence of light’s kiss,

The ruby red roses beg for warmth and 

The vibrant violets whisper for water.

Walking through the grass as it growls for

Being disturbed at such an early hour,

I notice the cold that reaches my bones 

As it encompasses the forest and the ground,

The same cold I have felt destroy my land,

My home and the home of my ancestors

For the past few years has been wrecked

By the actions of our entrusted leaders,

There was no light to be seen

Beyond the horizon as the world remained black

And cold and my forest and garden withered.

Slowly, the garden grew again to rise 

Above the acidic air that burns with

Every breath, rising above the freezing 

Earth scorched and scared by the never ending 

Nightmare that stretched for eons.

As I look to the horizon, I see the 

First hints of twilight,

Faint and weak against the darkness,

But it persists and grows ever slightly.

Like a flower growing in concrete, 

Will light continue to shine or

Shall darkness reign?