Poems written by Zyborg

Tiredness

Tiredness short poem

I am tired of my rants like a millions hammers  pounding away in my brain constant chatter drowns sanity expectations love and affection comfort insecurities and misadventures regrets lost and found a million lives not lived what could be and

Lost Cause

Lost Cause short poem

A thousand ships sail towards sun each one carrying the hope of life each searching for the island of life sails set high, urgency in air cover the maximum ground or drown in the star dust burnt by sun, skin

The Corpse

The Corpse short poem

There lies the corpse and the game is over, who won and who lost doesn’t matter because scavengers are closing in and before they pounce on the dead, it has to be removed so that we can at least have

Innocence

Innocence short poem

I am no more innocent but I still recall the child I was.. when I stared into the eyes of demon and let him crumble me me a passive entity just trying to break free I don’t remember when I

Learn to love

Learn to love long poem

me, my car and a never ending road, that is all I have, that is all I need, racing through unknown lands, trying to leave the hurt behind, seeing the sun go down witnessing the dawn of Venus the Orion

In search of peace

In search of peace short poem

why do you question something that is understood why do you question someone who will not understand why do you wail when no one hears you scream why do you love when love doesn’t exist what has become of you

Burning star

Burning star short poem

I am the burning star the beacon you have been looking for I will show you the way, every day and I will never complain just burn all day, every day give away my light so that you can see

Comfortably Numb

Comfortably Numb short poem

Each day brings a new turmoil unfazed i stand it pricks me like a needle and i keep standing tall don’t even acknowledge the sting am becoming numb another threshold another day am waiting for the moment when i finally

Illusions

Illusions short poem

Illusions… are so beautiful… aren’t they? so tempting… so alluring… so full of promises of happiness… Illusions built of illusions … that pull you so deep within… that at one point the self becomes an Illusion… thoughts become dreams …

Life is beautiful still

Life is beautiful still short poem

Life is beautiful still there is hope though at a far away horizon, there is light though it is beyond the promised dawn, there is love though it is full of peril, there is peace though the path to it

Silent Prayer

Silent Prayer short poem

What does tomorrow hold, what would the choices lead to, would there be happiness, or would we languish in misery? Times will never be same again, people will never be same again, one last look at the things getting left

Summit

Summit short poem

The heart beats faster lungs are out of breath and I climb atop the summit not stopping once.. People have become memories and memories don’t haunt anymore my body breaks into sweat and it is very cold here.. The wind

As Well Be Dead

As Well Be Dead short poem

Surrounded by darkness Venom of retribution Closed doors, empty corridors No trespassing No sacred earth Just a no man’s land Every step fraught in minefield Nothing escapes the watchful eye Nothing spared off memory All transgressions etched in time Void

Another sunset awaits you

Another sunset awaits you short poem

What you seek, doesn’t exist why then the quest? Go back and lie down now, stop searching the horizon like a man possessed. Why let the ghosts haunt; they are but ghosts, Why feel sad and hurt, it was written

Dead man walking

Dead man walking short poem

Go sleep, where I entombed thee don’t wake up and walk haunting everyone you come across.. Go lie down in that beautiful coffin don’t stray and seek anymore you are dead now and dead are not supposed to walk.. You

No man can be an island

No man can be an island short poem

Carry me oh lord of good times to a place where wine flows like a river where the damsels are easy where there is sin all around where love can be found at the drop of a hat let me

Dawn is not far

Dawn is not far short poem

Dawn is not far, I can feel the first rays of light Though not see them yet The wind is cold as it should be… Dampness of dew is all around me I can almost hear the birds chirping Dawn

Epitaph

Epitaph short poem

No better no worse not a sage nor a devil not a lesser man nor a man enough not a loser nor a success not a prodigy nor senile a bit depressed a bit unwell a bit dreamy a bit

Vanish

Vanish short poem

Desperation again, delusion revisited unreal reality, imagined homeland mythical fables, illusionary expectations we live in make believe world not a single shred of truth around each one of us running towards a distant horizon no sign of arriving, no sign

Wake up

Wake up short poem

Wake up oh sleeping giant wake up and steer your destiny I know slumber is comforting don’t be beholden by land of nod though eons have passed all memories are distant smudges on the windshield of time all those who

Innocence

Innocence short poem

A long time lived in agony thinking, pondering, decimating self being overly critical holding self responsible for ruining lives not wanting to be drawn in to the brawl all over again and it takes just one simple word to melt

Good bye, Blue Sky!!

Good bye, Blue Sky!! short poem

Another phase another life Time to lift up my wares Move to the next fair Like a true vagabond Gained nothing, lost some Chanced upon sacred earth Though someone else’s Committed sacrilege Though never believed Expected the world Fell on

Eerie Silence

Eerie Silence short poem

There is a eerie silence before the storm, then the gods of wrath descend and tear apart the fabric of life, continuity, saneness, that binds us together and then there is eerie silence once more.. It feels that the storm

Crazy dream

Crazy dream long poem

In a strange land, where time moves is circles they rear them everyday, everyday is the same animals, some you have seen, some unseen humans, some you know of, some you don’t with dawn they are all born, and vanish

Drowned

Drowned short poem

Can hear the rush of water, change in the tempo of sound as I go down and pop up. They say, sound travels faster in water it sounds very different though, I am drowning I know for sure.. I drink

Despondent

Despondent short poem

Have you ever felt lost lost beyond hope beyond comprehension beyond care when you don’t want to be found when hope becomes blasphemy and something tells you “this is how it will be, always” Have you ever been in company