Category: Heroes and Ghosts

A Victim Of My Own Trap

~ Frank Solanki ~ 26 Comments

Whenever I set my sights on you, I fall into a deep hole

To get back up and out again, I must leave behind my soul

You used to be the only one with whom I felt free to be me

I will tell you all that I know and the truth shall eventually set me free

Or so it may seem

…

Now our world has fallen apart and it has left us cursing

The old wounds have opened back and now I must set them nursing

Only the brave can withstand the storm and I am quite willing to take the test

Will it be easier to let it pass? Would it be in everyone’s best

To let go of a dream?

…

Situations have become

A warning sign of what is to come

Roads have now begun to lead

Us back to the start at full speed

Only a loser can now claim

To be a victim of his own trap

When there is nobody else left to blame

…

Gush, gush, gush

I hear the winds blowing so loud

Stops me in my tracks. Fills me with doubt

Makes me pray. Turns my head towards the clouds

Teaches me insanity. I am going all out

Gush, gush, gush. I am going all out

I am going all out

A Scar Is A Scar

~ Frank Solanki ~ 24 Comments

Tweet, tweet

The blue bird sings

Her melody pounds my heart

Sweet, sweet

The echoes bring

The time that’s torn us apart

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Grave, grave

The mistakes made

Have left behind a scar

Save, save

For the cut wings I

May have flown away too far

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Nerves of steel

Have made me feel

For my fickle heart

The lies are real

Up until

Truth becomes an art

Peggy Has A Sister

~ Frank Solanki ~ 26 Comments

How many victims have you claimed?

How many more you will?

Think of all the consequences

Before you make another kill

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By gifting a beautiful present

You let them forget about tomorrow

One moment they are over the moon

The next they are filled with sorrow

…

Even the strong-willed may find it hard

To survive against your tempting hope

You push them from the top of a mountain

And watch them fall down the slope

…

And if someone ever survives the fall

You clutch them by their neck

Remove the soul from their bodies

And lay them amongst the wreck

It’s A Lesson, My Friend

~ Frank Solanki ~ 68 Comments

In the end, you will find

That I did mind

That I did care

But life ain’t fair

It never goes as planned

And it’s a lesson, my friend

Isn’t it?

If it ain’t broke, why fix it?

And I wasted my tears here

And watched everyone disappear

And my heart went too

Only leaving behind memories of you

And they will fade soon

Over the next blue moon

I’ll be waiting

I’ll be waiting

Maybe here, or some other planet

With little to regret

But lot to ponder

A small thought makes me wonder

Wouldn’t things have been better off without me?

Indeed, it would be

Blah, what a thought!

But it’s all I’ve got

And I will take it with me till the end

And it’s a lesson, my friend

Isn’t it?

To think I shared everything with you

All that I have done, all that I will do

My chameleon skin

All the thoughts within

The devil in me, my heart ache

My masks, real and fake

And I end up as a stone

I always end up alone

I always end

And it’s a lesson, my friend

Isn’t it?

It is

Why do I even exist?

I’m blind, deaf and dumb

I wish to be numb

The more I care, the more I get hurt

I have a cold heart but

I have a heart

But I don’t want to start

Again

And again

And dont worry

I ain’t sorry

I never was

Never had any cause

Just let me stay here and weep

I don’t want to sleep

I may not wake up tomorrow

Let me drown my sorrow

For the last time

With this rhyme

Don’t look for any meaning in this. There is none.

But I have found my home

Will you cry

When I fly

Away?

It’s a lesson, my friend. Hehe

Stranded Creatures

~ Frank Solanki ~ 23 Comments

What would the rains convey
If they had something to say
To me in the middle of the night
When all is dark and all is quiet?
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Will they force themselves away from the clouds
And let themselves flow down and out
Into the lonely hearts of stranded creatures
While transforming them and their features?
…
Have they whispered something to me
Which may have already been passed?
Should I now go and turn back the clock
Or wait for nature to unlock?

Hold On To Your Freedom

~ Frank Solanki ~ 19 Comments

In a factory where dreams are made
To be broken or to fade
Away when they are played
Out
In a mill which is running still
Far away against my will
And the men, they fill
It with doubt
Hold on
Hold on
Freedom
…
I may be a tiny bird
But trust me now and my words
I know that I have erred
Once or twice
Do you have a heart to pardon
All that which should be forgotten
All that is to be undone
In your eyes
Hold on
Hold on
Freedom
…
Every word rings out louder
Than a royal queen prouder
Than all the pawns around her
In a parade
Hush it away for the last
Time and try to get it past
Your mind before it casts
A shade
Hold on
Hold on
Freedom
Freedom

Pitter-patter

~ Frank Solanki ~ 38 Comments

The window makes a hideous sound
Pitter-patter
I never liked the rain come down
Pitter-patter
…
The sound of feet running for cover
Pitter-patter
Drops of rain like tears fall all over
Pitter-patter
…
It falls down so heavily on me
Pitter-patter
My tears are lost on thee
Pitter-patter
…
The window makes a hideous sound
Pitter-patter
I never liked the rain come down
Pitter-patter

Death. Death, Won’t You Come Here?

~ Frank Solanki ~ 31 Comments

Death. Death, won’t you come here?
I am searching for a friend
Meet me halfway if you can
Do not wait till the end

Death Thinks I Fear Her

~ Frank Solanki ~ 33 Comments

Death thinks I fear her
She makes for a sorry sight
Won’t be trembling at the sight of her
I am ready for a fight
All the darkness inside her
Will seek to extinguish my light
She ain’t familiar with my stubbornness
My heart’s will or my soul’s might
I will give in to her someday
When Sun is out or Moon is bright
When the stars call out my name
When I know the time is right

Mary

~ Frank Solanki ~ 19 Comments

All the mad people in the world have gathered in one place
Loneliness is next to me while Depression is climbing the stairs
That leads you to two fancy bedrooms, studded with diamonds and jewels
The estate agent sold me, every little thing in pairs
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Two red roses blooming in a tiny pot
And another pot of the same identity is what I have got
A couple of paintings hanging on opposite walls
And studied in awe by two artists, dressed up like pretty dolls
And they go by the name of Hunger and Thirst
One looks like another; the other like the first
If it was a mirror or an illusion, I’d shatter it right away
But one window shows me the dark of night; the other light of day
Then there’s Anger and Bitterness staring into the distance
Lost in thoughts of Hatred and lack of social acceptance
And so many more pairs that I had never previously known
And so many more couples with whom I must have grown
But the estate agent, for one little problem, I am planning to sue
There’s just one of me here and there’s none of you
…
All the mad people in the world have gathered in one place
Wonder if that is why the estate agent was laughing in my face