CLAIM TO FAME

When you cant TAME the heart that wants to CLAIM the FAME you realise that would give NAME to the life you AIM to PROCLAIM

Your mastered art will enable you to live a life where your rightful wish is not to be another PLAIN being.

Leaving a mark on the very world you will one day live behind, you become a living legend

Somewhat a symbol of accomplishment and success

A makeshift Clark Kent aspiring to be the Man of Steel himself making an impact in the lives of those who look up to them.

Now we in the 21st century, fame a GAME played by millions, wanting it for the power money and glory that accompanies.

When being who you are isn’t enough, but we must nowcamouflage our true selves in this fake appearance

One that is accepted and wildly jeered by its adoring fans

The same adoring fans who conveniently “forgot” to show their allegiance when your name was nothing but a group of letters tied together to form an unidentified name 

‘Allegiance’, ‘Loyalty’ these are nothing but boomerangs

Just propelled from one end to another, used as a children figurine

You stare at yourself; a figure glaring straight back wields a familiar aura

Alas this aura is modified, changed to fit the world’s expectations

You are unable to recognise yourself…a mere reflection of ones’ former glory

 Feelings of desperation and loneliness creep in

You want out!

OUT ... OUT … OUT … is your only desire

But your own claim to fame soon plots your demise

Its over… OVER…OVER…

You are trapped, trapped in this world-absorbed fame

Nothing genuine, nothing real

In a blink of an eye it collapses

All the Jenga pieces comes tumbling down

Your empire…Your sanctuary…all gone…

C’EST FINI

Dear Brain

Remember the hardships of our time together?
Remember how we fought the wretched weather?
we've always thanked whoever lent a helping hand
whether it was God or man


Whenever we didn't appreciate 
The aid that we were given
Our conscience would writhe and ache
for that wrong that we were doing 


Lest you cause a loving man 
To become ignorant of others' pain
And more from the road he's on 
Onto a selfish lane


Make sure to love and hug
The ones held dear to your heart 
And show the love of God 
Placed in you at the start


By Chilz (upcoming writer)

TEARS OF THE EARTH

In a car with family under the rain

But in truth their warm embrace fails to cover the pain

The tears of this world reflect my inner being

Of heartache and sorrow that reigns supreme

 

Why, 理由を, Pourquoi, Porque are the questions that saturate my mind

        

The words of my emotions eager to break free from their incarceration

Bringing to surface all that was locked up beneath this false self-illustration

Of all the heartbreaks, disappointments and betrayals so common in this human race

 

Sitting in this car waiting…

For someone or something to free me from this prison

Out of the blue the words of the Bishop echoed through my soul

A distinctive sensation gripped hold

Questioning the very existence of which I had yet to behold

What is this feeling?

Erupting through this skeleton interior of mine

  As though new life has been breathed into my lungs

Is this what they call a Revelation?

The feeling of spiritual rebirth and God’s presence flowing throughout my entire anatomy

The Lord has granted freedom to this caged body

Releasing me from this self-imprisonment of my doubts, disbelief and fears

His grace has put me through a form of metamorphism

Now the tears of the earth don’t reflect my pain

But instead are the everlasting blessings of the Lord in the form of rain 

 

SELF- PITY

I am what I am because I choose to be

I am what I am because you deserted me

Left me with an empty heart of hate and misery

Unable to live life and sworn to destiny

Where is hope?

Swallowed up by this gluttonous world

   A world filled with those who only take

With no consideration for the needy and paupers who’s ache

Don’t be fooled by my assured exterior

For deep within I am weak and inferior

Self-pitying oneself to the point of no self-redemption

  Even worse than a tumour that slowly devours ones cells

This devours ones soul  

Until all that remains is the empty carcass of a lifeless being

Just awaiting for the day of liberation

The day when this gluttonous world finally feasts on this isolated shell

Then suddenly time ceases with the setting of the sun

As Self-pity engulfs another hopeless victim