I write poems?

I was leafing through my Book of Ideas(Yes, such a book Exists in my Private Library) and to my surprise I found these lines written on one of the pages. The handwriting is mine, though I don't remember when this happened... But still...

 

Poem 1

There are no Heavens

There are no Hells

No Judgement Days

Let Yourself Be.

 

Poem 2

I Love her

Hate her too

She drives me

Vibes with me

She ain't mine

But we still go on

And On

And On

 

Poem 3

You know nothing

You own nothing

You emerged from nothingness

 

So You Come

So you Go.

 

Poem 4

I dreamt of Riches

I dreamt of Bitches

I wasn't living a Life

I was living a dream.

 

Poem 5

I and My

Send them through the Sky

Know What You are...

Don't desire to kill your Desires.

 

Poem 6

So much Silence

It just gets to me

No Rumbles, No Noises

Just Silence

And it's simply too much.

 

Poem 7

I asked my mind to

Quieten Down please

It simply would'nt

Too much on the outside.

But...

That's not what I want

I wanna quieten down

From Within.

 

Well I don't know if I am allowed to call this poetry. It just looks like lines I just put together.I am trying hard to recollect how this happened.

 

Looks like I have 3 personalities in one body. Freaky... One is the Nameless Blogger. Second is the Poet and the third is the Money Maker. The Blogger and the Money Maker are friends but no one knows about the poet,Just the poems...