poetry – Youthopia

Naturalism

It’s flow starts from the down, feeding on every last tissue it can pin, this is gettig hard, I can

Because there is a world hidden inside us all, that only shows up in the hours of dark. What is

There is beauty in his eyes, the world fails to see the lies, that a man is hurt too, just

A much crowded street colored with shouts and whispers, noises and honks was abruptly vacant that evening. the silence whispered, a

There’s no use in singing songs of love. Anymore. Here, Men are pelting the weak with stones. Men are razing

ENDLESS Writhing in pain, Of disbelief, The agony Replaced the guilty relief In darkness A life hovers, A future

I weep discreetly, it’s like someone is squeezing my heart out, I don’t know for how long I’ll be able

Turning to the phase in life of a girl When cheeks turn red and eyes go pearl The day each

Time takes facials , From the Deep Dark Night Oh…; the crazy face for me , I borrowed Crackers Conflicts.

Something I need now to envelope myself, And I become invisible to this world, erasing… Fading, without a trace… Somewhere