I am not me
I’m just a reflection
Having no control over what I’m doing
It’s like I’m a puppet
Some strange hand controlling me
Writing my fate
Deciding my destiny
Makes me do things that I never wished to
Makes me dance to his tune
How did this happen?
When did I let myself go?
When did I succumb to his powers?
I’ve been in his control as long as I can remember
I’ve been a slave to his commands
How did I become so neurotic?
How did I become so paranoid?
Have I really lost myself?
Am I really out of control?
Or am I just looking for someone to blame?
Author: Frank Solanki
Making the world a better place one poem at a time.
Ghosts Don’t Have A Face
You are so mistaken
A lot of stuff is said
You call us imaginary
A fear in your head
Hello, I’m a ghost
I have got a face
I’ve got eyes and ears
A nose in its place
People say I’m faceless
They don’t know very well
So many have seen me
But no one’s lived to tell
Tonight I Cry No Tears
Those voices keep me up at night
I barely get any sleep
When the window brings the morning light
There’re no voices to keep
Sometimes they scare my heart to death
Sometimes they make me shiver
I lie awake with bated breath
While my eyes cry a river
There are no problems with me I’m sure
I am just about fine
Tonight I shut and secure the door
Face them with a spine
Tired of being a slave I am
They only play with my fears
Tonight I show no fear to them
Tonight I cry no tears
The Light Will Get To You
The angel of darkness comes to me
Fetches me from my dreams
We swim together away and free
Through the holy streams
She leaves me behind and disappears
With no sense of direction
The moon shines as the sky clears
The stars’ resurrection
I keep swimming to find the shore
With no help to get through
Hear the clouds cry as they pour
“The light will get to you”
Dear Lucy, What Is Wrong With You?
Dear Lucy, dear Lucy
What is wrong with you?
Doc is on his way
I hope you make it through
Have you ever noticed
You’ve been acting really strange?
You don’t eat a thing
Do you need a change?
You talk to yourself
You stare at the sky
You lock yourself up
Then I hear you cry
…
Dear Lucy, dear Lucy
What is wrong with you?
Has my little princess
Caught a savage flu?
Has someone hurt you?
Were you stung by a bee?
Or have you inherited
The devil in me?
A Star Made Just For Me
In this vast space
There would be a star
A star made just for me
Waiting for me to find her
Waiting just for me
Calling out my name
Calling out to me
I’m not really sure
How far away she is
But I know I’ll find her
How so far she may be
And when that moment comes
This universe won’t be the same
For two stars will collide
To form their own world
Glowing brighter than ever
A Race With My Demons
I had a race with my demons
Yes, the demons inside of me
Just to see who’s faster
Me or he or she
…
The race was with a rider
As dumb an idea as ever
If they were to win the race
They’d stay with me forever
…
But if I were to get lucky
And win the stupid race
They’d leave my heart for good
Never show their face
…
So off we started running
I took an early lead
They always were to keep a pace
That was guaranteed
…
So we kept on running, running
They never were far behind
They always did keep up with me
Oh the demons in my mind
…
Maybe they’re saving themselves
For the final lap
Maybe they’re just tired
But it so seemed like a trap
…
So I kept on running, running
Always keeping ahead
Ahead of all the demons
Oh the demons in my head
…
The more I kept on running
I began to apprehend
This race just had no meaning
This race just had no end
…
So I dropped my pace a little
Threw the lead I had
Watched the demons pass me
Oh the demons in my head
…
I stood still for a minute
Till the demons were out of sight
Oh what fools they were to run
Run with all their might
…
I felt so weak and tired
From running the whole day
Now that the demons are gone
I took then my own way
No Place Like Home
All day long in a mighty chair
Everything you need is there
Enough time to ‘fer an empty prayer
The golden sun warms my way
Classic views fill my day
‘Neath the stars as I finally lay
But I feel alone
And I wanna go home
Now I’m tired of being a rolling stone
So I pack my bags
Off on these legs
Won’t rest now until I’ve reached my nest
Just a little more
Hear my heart roar
Knock knock knock! Open up the door
Back here where I belong
Hear me sing my favourite song
Never knew that I had been so wrong
To stay away from this place
For so long. It’s a disgrace
How I’ve missed your warm and long embrace
Wherever that I have roamed
Never seen such a dome
There’s no place like my home
Forgetful
I think I am forgetting something I shouldn’t forget
I’ve marked it on the calendar but the reason hasn’t struck yet
Is it Anne’s anniversary? Is it Beth’s birthday?
Am I supposed to be at home? Or go out with Beyonce?
Am I supposed to be at Fred’s to catch a football game?
If I’ve stood you up today, I am not to blame
Blame it on my memory. It’s faulty and it’s frail
Storage is all well and good but retrieval is a fail
That’s what age makes you do. Everything goes astray
Oh boy I can’t remember just what it is today
What’s The Point?
What’s the point
In celebrating birthdays?
I did it last year
And the year before that
It’s getting predictable
And repetitive
…
What’s the point?
I’m moving a step closer
To my final destination
Have I found my purpose?
Have I done my bit?
Is it worth celebrating?
…
What’s the point?
I’m only getting old
My body isn’t the same
Can’t seem to remember a lot
It’s lonely and depressing
Nobody’s even wished me yet
…
Wait a minute
Is it even my birthday today?
Let me check the calendar
Oh… it’s not today. Dang!
Life suddenly became quite pleasant
Frank Solanki 