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It’s Not That Day – Remembering my Mother

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It’s not That Day

I wake up every morning
with images of you
walking to and fro
listening to the classic
singing along with the tune
hearing your voice with the music

I see you in the kitchen
cooking eggs and fried rice
waving, flipping the spatula
telling me to wait a while
preparing the breakfast
with all genuine smile

I miss these mornings
when i wake up to the aroma
of good food and classic tune
knowing it’s a beautiful day
with you around… with us.
Yet today is not that day…


Madness, as you know is like gravity. All it takes is a little push
Madness as you know is like gravity. All it takes is a little push.
Madness as you know is like gravity. All it takes is a little push.

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Madness, as you know is like gravity. All it takes is a little push…

A quote from Heath Ledger’s Joker portrayal… It screams in my head like a broken record…

It’s my lullaby…

Once in a while, we should play along with our insanity… It reveals our true nature as a human being.

What is life without a little chaos, without a little indifference?

There will be times in your life that you will encounter so much harsh impediments that you would just want to quit… that you just want to hang yourself… slash your wrist or drink a bottle of poison… a tempting solution to escape the noise and dwell in the world of serenity… a walk in the cloud of lifelessness…

Madness as you know is like gravity. All it takes is a little push.
Madness as you know is like gravity. All it takes is a little push.

I know… I’ve been there… many times as far as I remember… and I won’t be a hypocrite to tell you not to feel it or entertain that notion. We all have our issues… we all dance in different tunes and different ballrooms…

But I like madness… I love the noise… I live in chaos… My head feels balanced when there’s a bit of disarray warping around my brain… Peace is a dream for others… It’s a nightmare for me…

The ghosts in my mind keeps me awake, alive and in tune with reality… but it makes me less human and that’s perfect for someone like me…

Madness as you know is like gravity. All it takes is a little push.
Madness as you know is like gravity. All it takes is a little push.

I’ve been pushed so many times at the edge of madness… and like gravity… I don’t deal with it… I live with it…



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My Grief Takes Me to a Darker Place…
Demon - Poetic Dustbin
Demon – Poetic Dustbin

My grief takes me to a darker place where I feel a surmountable amount of negative energies. Demons whispering in my ears taking different forms inside my head. I am one with you as always, I will deliver your thoughts and embody the wickedness through my hands, through my artwork, through the ink that scratches the very surface of every corrupt being that kisses hypocrisy and false faith. . . . . . . .

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Dark Art – Green Demon of False Faith

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Every single bead,
every ounce of need
Kneeling in social media
Saying Amen, Hell Yeah!
Keep it quiet,
no one’s buying it.
When you pray,
mean what you say.

– poeticdustbin .
The Crank

I can feel the glass shattering
inside my head, inside my brain
Each broken piece is a chapter
wounding my sanity
keeping me awake
depriving me of solace
carving through my skin
tearing through my flesh
It doesn’t end, it never does
The crackling sound it makes
and the torment it bestows
are voices of little demons
making my ears bleed
over and over again
I am cranked
superficially alive
and the world won’t mind
my cries, my pleas
It’s all in my thoughts
swallowed by anguish
and there is no utopia…

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