Posted: September 30, 2016 in Melancholy, Poetry

i know THEY talk(and please don’t ask who)

But still i worry that what they say is true……..

They say I’m too cynical for someone so young

That I’ve given up too early on love, aloof and lost

But they don’t know how love bit me with a poisonous fang

So i told them I’m a realist, and I know what dreams cost

They told me I’m having an early midlife crisis,

Losing my grip and giving in to vices

I simply smiled, and laughingly denied

But deep down I know: I’m slowly dying inside


See him wasted on the sidewalk, in his jacket and his jeans” Wearin’ yesterday’s misfortunes like a smile. Once he had a future, full of money love and dreams. Which he spent like they was goin’ out o’ style (The Pilgrim ; Kris Kristofferson) 


Hurt, withered and worn

Posted: September 8, 2016 in Melancholy, Poetry



I played the blues on my grey guitar,
Turned off the news of a world gone bizarre
Then I cried out my soul by the calm river shore
Feeling adrift, broken down even to my frail chore
I always thought I was meant for more
Ran the extra mile, even thought I’d soar
But now just I’m tired and worn, like my torn shoe’s sole
It hurts to breathe; help me, even my lungs are sore…



Where do you go when you’re lonely ?Where do you go when you’re blue? (Ryan Adams)

Fine On The Outside

Posted: September 2, 2016 in Lyrics, Melancholy


I never had that many friends growing up
So I learned to be okay with just me

And I’ll be fine on the outside

I like to eat in school by myself anyway
So I’ll just stay right here

And I’ll be fine on the outside

So I just sit in my room
After hours with the moon
And think of who knows my name
Would you cry if I died?
Would you remember my face?

So I left home
I packed up and I moved far away
From my past one day
And I laughed

I sound fine on the outside

Sometimes I feel lost sometimes I’m confused
Sometimes I find that I’m not alright
And I cry, and I cry, and I cry

So I just sit in my room
After hours with the moon
And think of who knows my name
Would you cry if I died?
Would you remember my face?

Priscilla Ann– Fine on the outside (OST to When Marnie Was There)

Entropy (Existential Crisis)

Posted: August 31, 2016 in Melancholy, Poetry


wWSKiwLI long for this solitary company,

This hurtful love

And this painful joy

To really stab me to the heart and make me live,

Drain me of all emotion and make me whole


I long for this lonely crowded place

A peaceful war zone I can call home,

A chaos-filled Utopia where noisy, blissful silence reins

This place where love hates and laughter cries.


I long for those broken old wings,

To really snatch me away and soar the ground

So that if I fall I will crash to the skies

And enter into this desolate lovely Paradise

And exist again in this placeless place of my inexistence.


More than anything, I long for those warm uncomforting arms,

To shield my exposed side so as to leave me prone to the world’s cruelties,

So that even if I die, I will still be holding on to my peaceful bitter life


I long for this soft, grating and raspy voice,

To whisper loudly in my deaf ears

To really tell me those words I die to hear,

About this place where I really can’t find love and life.


Please dear love tell me before I leave

About the way you hate me in that loving heart of yours.

So that if yesterday comes I might fall in love with you again

And happily never after, we will love each other hatingly.


Oh how bright this opaque darkness is!

This confusing order of my well arranged mind.

I wish I could voice these deep shallows of my emotional heart

And maybe one day I could untell my virtual lover,

The most hating words one can ever say,

“I love you,”Oh how shamefully I can’t bring myself to say

I will hold on to them until the day I die

Entropy dear, embrace me with your chaotic orderly arms………………



©David Phiri

In anger I snapped the neck of a porcelain doll

Smashed the windows and slammed the door

Until I got tired, bled and lay on the floor

Crying, weeping, wishing for sunny days of yore


In desperation I swallowed my pride

Begged for help, but still got shunned

Now I’m slowly sinking, dragged by the tide

Please help me,i beg,  if I’m still a friend


In deep hurt what will I do?

With the darkness in my soul, where will I end up?

Summon a demon, even murder I could do

I hope I won’t get there.please, dear, pick me up

before it’s too late….






House Of Leaves

Posted: August 22, 2016 in Melancholy, Poetry, Quote

“Little solace comes
to those who grieve
when thoughts keep drifting
as walls keep shifting
and this great blue world of ours
seems a house of leaves
moments before the wind.”

― Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves


Fake Love, Fool’s Gold

Posted: August 20, 2016 in Melancholy, Poetry



And all the world will love you just as long as you are a shooting star(Bad Company–Shooting Star)



When everybody “loves” you,

you can never be lonely.

i used to believe it deeply

made it my reason to live.

But now i know, how deep i know it

it’s about as lonely as you can get.

it blinds you to what is real…





“But when everybody loves me, I’m going to be just about as happy as I can be”–Counting Crows; Mr Jones

Tired and Weary

Posted: August 17, 2016 in Melancholy, Poetry



there are worse places to be

and i’ve taken my fair tour

from the blade’s edge where blood flows free

to the dizzying cliff, awaiting the final fall


there are bitter kinds of pain

and i’ve had my own fair share

from bitter lies that fall like rain

to the slashed wrists where flesh is so bare


there is sweet hapiness to be had

for it, oh how i crave so bad!

dreaming of fairytales and spectral rainbows

but alas, reality keeps dealing me all the  bitter blows



If i jump, would i survive?


Longing For…

Posted: August 16, 2016 in Poetry


longing for someone
a sweet familiar face,
a soothing, soft voice
to whisper to me fondly
in this my darkesst moment
that, “it’s all going to be fine”
it’s a solemn prayer, an honest wish
will it ever be okay? I whisper, all alone
but noone answers, no one cares
it’s only the dark silence that unforgively stares
there is no balm in Gilead, only lingering pains

hello world. Is anybody out there? please….



“tell me truly, I implore .Is there — is there balm in Gilead? –tell me –tell me, I implore!”(POE–THE RAVEN)

Bitter Reality

Posted: August 12, 2016 in Melancholy, Poetry


Often times we’re reminded

Of life’s painful realities

Simple words, thoughts and actions

Bring us all down to our elbows and knees


The well dries up and emotional drought sets in

The sun scorches on, all truths alighting

And the rise of doom oh how so impending


Necks on guillotine

Awaiting the blade’s scintillating descent

Hope fades away

Giving way to doubt’s dark ascent

Behind us

Not even a single footprint in the sand

But right ahead

The road reaches its own dead end


But then again the bomb ticks on

No time to ponder on sweet innocence so long gone

But you even dared to peek through the wire gauze

So the sun burns on, and life’s one ugly and thorny rose