The Diary of The Deranged Writer
Where fiction meets reality, between light, darkness and absurdity.
To the ones begging to fade away from life,
A reminder: your death’s not scheduled early
Keep alive and focus on the smallest of lights
Every poor soul’s end shatters my dark heart
Take (Poetry Series): I, II, III
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There are many open doors
What’s inside is uncertain
You will only get answers
If you’re brave to go all in
There are so many closed doors
But is it locked? Uncertain
If you’re looking for answers
It could hurt to go back in
There are so many locked doors
The story’s end is certain
You already have the answers
Why bother to go back in?
There are many, many doors
The closed is just uncertain
The locked already gave answers
The open, you could get in
Focus on the open doors
What awaits is uncertain
But that’s a better answer
Than knowing you can’t get in
The Door (Poetry Series): I, II, III
I thought it was right to build a wall
Then keep my frustration and all
I forgot that I had many true friends
Who would listen to me ’til the end
I thought it was right to build a wall
Then wait for the Reaper to call
Shutting everyone out was a mistake
I realized too late what was at stake
I thought it was right to build a wall
The wall only led to friendships’ fall
I have made the kindest hearts sore
Now they forever locked the door
The Door (Poetry Series): I, II, III
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The Diary of The Deranged Writer 