Thee Blinded Poet

18/02/2025

Your friendly neighbourhood blinded guy brings you a short one...
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19/10/2024

The Game Of Love And Football.

They say love and football have the same outcome...
You win or you lose, you go crazy or you go wild...
You get depressed or get excited, you cry or you laugh..
Football is a game played by two teams, only one only ever feels happy after the final whistle
The same is reckoned for love, doesn't matter whether Cupid shot you or your partner, only the final whistle gets to decide who wins and who loses.
It feels great when the ball is in your court and you to use it to your advantage,
You can share it with your teammates or side chicks until you disposes it.
Only then would you realise the kind of turmoil your opponent was in when you were playing around..the frustrations, the anger, the pain of having no idea how they are planing on attacking you.
Even when you're fully prepared for it, a shot on target Makes you think twice about yourself.
When they score and your lover cheats, the blood drains out of your system and you wonder if your defence was ever good enough,
You question your every move hoping to find a fault in yourself just so you could justify the actions of your opponent..
But truth be told, it was never you at all, their game was just better than yours.

~Thee_Blinded_Poet.

23/02/2024

13/07/2023

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20/05/2023

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20/05/2023

Sad Or Quiet.

If I am sad or quiet and rarely reacting to things....
Don't tell me to open up.
Don't play me any exciting music
Don't even show me motivational quotes on your phone..
Because I just wanna be left alone..
In the silence,
Darkness..
In the night with my reoccurring thoughts of whatever is bothering me.
Don't tell me to write a poem that is talking about being sad or quiet..
I'll hit you the book and pen.
Don't tell me how other people have managed to overcome my current situation, I swear I'll shock you with my responses.
Don't try to grab me by force and take me out, don't make excuses for me to my mother why her son doesn't want go outside...
Don't tell me that everything will be alright because I know everything will be alright.
Don't you dare show me my favourite series or play my favourite music by my favourite musician...
Don't dare come to my place if you know that I am sad or quiet.
If I am sad or quiet and rarely reacting to things...
Please leave me alone!
The solitude is what makes me feel better, not your flat out dry jokes about dead things
Or your poorly made ice cream melting by the heat of October 1st.
Don't you ask me why I'm sad or quiet because I also don't want to know the reason.
If you see me being sad or quiet and rarely reacting to things,
Walk past me like I'm invisible to your naked eyes
And don't look back to check if I'm looking at you.

~Thee_Blinded_Poet

11/05/2023

The journey started the very first moment you were born, all you've been doing is leaving footprints since then.
The question is, are you happy with the footsteps you've made so far in your life??

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01/01/2023

Here's a recap of 2022's Dark Corner show by ...
Your friendly neighbourhood Blinded Poet did a thing😂
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TheeBlindedPoet at Colour Culture's Dark Corner show last year 2022.

20/12/2022

Continuation....

because they fu**ed up?
Why are we expected to trust them back even when it has brought nothing but lies and betrayal?
Why are we always the ones apologising for their errors...
Breaking our bones and starving ourselves a life of mental stress freedom..?

Did they ever love us?
Because we poured our hearts into theirs hoping that they would intertwine..
Saying "I love you" first but always scared of their answers because we knew deep down it wasn't what we would hear back.
Continuously throwing ourselves in the line of death for them forgetting that they are our own tickets to hell.
Friends tell us to move on because we're supposed to let the ones we love go in hopes that they'll come back.
But that's bu****it because when you love someone and they leave you, you just can't let it go... Not in your heart at least!
So you tell me now... Why should we love if we never knew if they loved us back?

~Thee_Blinded_Poet.

20/12/2022

I wonder...
Why do we love in the first place?
Is it how we feel towards someone because they say certain things that turns our stomachs into a zoo?
Or is it because we choose to let them make us vulnerable to pain?
Should it always have to be the ones we love that make us bleed?
Cry in the middle of night every night, drenching our pillows with tears we could have avoided.
They always promise to be better than the previous person yet they turn our to be exactly like them if not worse.

So you tell me... Why the f**k do we love?!
Why do we have to hand pick pain wrapped in a sh*tty present called love?
Should we always be the reason for our own downfall, the psychological torture and wounds we can never fix?
Why can't we just live our lives without having to select death starring into our eyes from across the room?
What is pain if not the person who says they love you?
When we relentless give out permission to have our hearts ripped out from our chests...
Is that what you call love? To have everything and nothing but pain in one freaking person???

Why should we love at all?
If the only thing we'll get are days spent in the rains washing off the tear soaked cheeks that were once kissed by our favourite people.
Why should we always fall for their tricks of being human and making mistakes?
Why should we love a person who won't love us back in the way we love them?
Staying true to our words of loyalty while they go out of their way to make the world know they are single..
Don't they see how much they hurt us, break us and make us unworthy of affection?
Is it soo hard to find happiness in ourselves that we let other people be the drivers of our lives without a licence?

Why should we love if we're meant to change for someone's happiness?
Even if we try to change ourselves we are still left with our broken selves.
And people can't see the many wounds we house on our brick hearts so they always knock it down.
Why should we be the ones to break our fists against the wall