Biography of Nashy Lamen
I started making poems at the age of nine though nothing really made sense when I read them now. I stopped writting for a while but then I was inspired by other poets from my friends to the famous ones. I wrote poems again and composed lyrics too which I accompanied with instruments.
My life is inspired by music. I play the guitar and piano; I sing, and I spend most of my time on music when I'm not busy. I use music to write since I pour out my feelings in both music and literature.
Well, my poems are based on my desires and observations. I just think of a topic and then write.
Most of my poems are based on love like how painful it can get, how mysterious it is, how powerful it can be. I tried writing poems on other topics as well but it only revolved around negativity like the problems I experience, the situations I'm in, the misery I feel. And then I wrote poems on deceit, lies and pain which made it a lot more interesting. I tried to write positive poems but I had a hard time expressing my thoughts. Though, I still do have a few poems about happiness.
Nashy Lamen Poems
Enraged eyes of fire and doom, To no extent I’ve made a sin, To no forgiveness I broke their trust, And I know I must regain... I must.
A Perfect Story
Her eyes flicker once, No perfect structure,
The clock kept ticking everyday, I wanted to talk but what should I say, How would I start, what was my line? What if made things worse and not fine.
And Then Everything Changes
A distinct pain floods my heart, I long to escape but where to start, I feel crushed as I speak, My words splinter, all is bleak.
A flickering light opens my eyes, The morning sun has risen, Another day, same old routine, Another lecture to listen.
There's a burried truth beneath all the lies, That fiction it blinds me as it stirs and unties. Forward I go, but I still hold back,
I Must Let You Go For No Reason
I can no longer hear my melody, I can only feel such agony, As I suffer in discontment, And I see no hope lambent.
Bedazzled By Just One Stare
It started with a single touch, And into your eyes I'd stare, I think I stared a little too much, That I felt a feeling I could not compare,
'I like you! ', 'huh? ' She couldn't choke out that statement again. She kept the secret
As I waver into the night sleep, I can't help but think, As I wander and blink, As I wander so deep...
So Called Love
Can love get any better? can it get any worse? Is love a necessity, a need or a curse?
The Restless Truth
Compunction so deep to regret and to weep, Awake then asleep with a memory to keep, The wrath of voices, and annoying noises, A façade so senseless, with your own conclusiveness.
My Thoughts Exactly
Clearly love knows no reasons, Clearly love knows no lies, With that definition, Can love have much tries?
Consumed by emotions temporarily occupied by unspoken words, waiting on vivid dreams, hoping on fiction, devoured by illusions.
A Friend Indeed
Before you read this poem I'd like to warn you how much complicating it would get.
I hope you understand it though, it's a poem for a great friend..
A life of doubt is what I held,
screaming here and there, until I was filled with depression
Decisions in every corner
that threatens a life and kills a reputation.
I was sitting yet again in a hot seat