No.1 Amil baba in Pakistan amil baba in Lahore amil baba in Karachi
Poems by anonymouspoet
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It was a simple mistake
It was a simple mistake
But with consequences
A different me in a different place
I was not who I am
I was the other me
A simple buzz that was not worth it
Slipping it out, putting it in
What was I thinking
This was not me
I was left with the mental scars
The fears
Looking around
Door ways became passage ways of dangers
Unmarked vans became transportation of doom
The buzz of the door
Was it them
I ran thru scenarios
Would this or that happen
I could not tell
It was a waiting game
A game I wanted to end
But when would it end
It could be over
But I could arrive there again
A chance meeting
A slip up
Then it would start
And then it could end
2. It takes control of me
It takes control of me
One sip and I am hooked
Just one more
Until I puke
Then i´m ready for more
I change when I sip it
I become another person
Not the nice kind person that I am
But a selfish, arrogant, one
This liquid that we take
Will tear my live apart
Am I willing to ruin everything
For just one more sip
Waking up
The sun beat down through the window
Fuck off I shouted at it
Don´t annoy me I said
I feel awful
I feel dead
When I woke it was dark again
My eyes trying to focus
My brain trying to remember
A half eaten pizza
Where did that come from
I did not know
I could not care
A receipt for over priced drinks
Where was that I thought
Why was I there
It was not me that was there
It was the other me
The horrible me
That only comes out
When I sip that liquid
My life is worth living
3. I have a lot to give
When I am me
When I am the other me
My life is worthless
A shadow of myself
That will always chase me
That will always follow me
Always behind me
Or at my side
This shadow must disappear
Not to return
If it does it will overtake me
Until I am not me
But I am it
Everything to lose
I have everything
People would kill for what I have
And I am willing to give it all up
For the liquid
I struggle
I think I can´t party without it
I believe it makes me better
When in fact it controls me
I don´t control it
Looking back I can see
That a lot of what has happened
Has been down to it
No more no less
The wrong decisions
The bad places I have been
It´s all down to it
Now is the time to change
I am nearly 40
My life is nearly back in place
Do I want to throw it off course
On a path I don´t want to go down
4. Dark and closed
What was an open and welcoming city
With crowds where you could loose yourself
Has become a city of fear
So many people who see nothing
Large crowds where you could get lost
Or taken
Become places to avoid
But small roads
Are lonely
Where there is no one
But there are people
At the corner
Waiting to take you
Ornate and long passages become tunnels of fear
Parking lots
Metro stations
All places where you could disappear
And not be found
I liked the thought of not being found
Now it scares me
The thoughts run through my head
When will they go away
Only I know that answer
5. Don´t take me
In my mind they are coming for me
I can see it
I believe
But it may not be true
Faster now
I walk
Looking around
An empty look in my eyes
To those who see me
The doors open
I enter the metro
I feel safe here
Until we move out of the city
And the carriage empties
Its just me and two others
What are they looking at
There´s no one else here
Just us
Could this be them
Or am I just paranoid
A hand grabs me
I jump
Relax buddy
We´re your friends
I scream and jump
Hitting my head
Off the bed post
It was a dream
I am safe
Why can´t I move
My eyes are blurry
Relax buddy
We´re your friends
Is all I hear
As I drift into a …….
6. WHO AM I?
It’s a question I can´t answer
I thought I knew who I was
But now I can´t define it
I am like a word without a meaning
A place who´s name means nothing
The fact is I don´t know who I am
I try to be a bit of everything
But I don´t know who the authentic me really is
This must be the year I will find out
I will discover
What lies behind the mask that is me
Its only money they say
Yeah easy enough to say
But when you don´t have it
It´s tough
It seems that money does appear
When you need it
But so does something to spend it on
There´s never enough
Always too little
Perhaps I don´t deserve money
Maybe I would be too foolish
Waste it all
And become the other me
Maybe I must wait
Till she is not part of my life
Then it will come to me
And I will respect it
Rather than worship it