Anger

by : Bacardi Gold
22/may/2022

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silent as the clouds above
frosty than the winter snow
saintly when they speak of love
words lovely as the rainbow

reserve when madness rings in
smile is the armor that appears
defeat the temper that comes in
sometimes it burns up all in tears

annoyances come differently
in others they don’t mind
felt deep acting like a bully
reactions vary, individually defined

when fight becomes your only response
it will undermine relationships
occasional outburst can be given a chance
be the captain, tighten your own grip

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A Stranger for a while

by : Bacardi Gold
11/march/2022

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this is not the right time
to ask me how i feel
yesterday wasn’t the moment
to ask me if it was real

moment to moment i gather
whispers i could not hear
to myself i’m still a stranger
turning laughter into tears

maybe this is me
a stranger for a while
but i’ll fill this empty heart
with lots of joy and smiles

maybe this is you
not a stranger but a friend
so look inside my heart
together we’ll find meaning at the bend


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Rains

by : Bacardi Gold
30/aug/2021

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it’s almost night
though the sun is high
a plethora of dark clouds
seems too fast to multiply

rumblings in the somber sky
like bowling balls in rapid roll
on a wooden lane lucky to strike
all ten pins with all your might

then the sky put on the weeps
letting go all the tears it could keep
into rivers and streams catching the loose
plants and trees enjoy ringing the blues…

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You, Mirror

by : Bacardi Gold
01/aug/2021




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everyday i see you hanging on the wall
like the eyes of night guarding moments at the hall
being a spectator in my daily life
you didn’t seem to mind
in the spell of silence, radiating fright

got scared when i passed by you last night
bright stroke of light came in from outside
i felt the quivers of my bones
as my mind deciphered impending overtones

it might be an illusion
when the ghost suddenly appeared
i heard myself screaming

as i saw myself with a different face
but i took time looking at you
i realized the ghost was me
scaring myself out of a mirror
faked by the moment into a horror

sometimes our lives may get into tears
as we cower ourselves with some fears
we can’t be weak in every scene
strength is derived from faith and felt from within


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