LOVE EPIDEMIC

I survive everything meant to destroy me,

Yet, you’re the one I couldn’t avoid.

Like a victim, ailing from COVID-19

I have quarantine this pain,

Isolating all these disoriented emotions.

Like David vs Goliath,

I had to fight your giant of a love;

Though it appears I have won this battle,

It turns out I have lost the war.

You sold me a dream,

Then delivered me a nightmare.

You’ve acquired a front-row seat to my suffering,

Only thing remaining is my inevitable death,

And I can see the changes.

So much that I don’t face myself in the mirror,

Being Stephano DiMera;

Our situation was young and restless,

I felt like Bo from days of our lives,

I thought I would never lose Hope.

Being around you was the source of my strength,

Of late it felt like you’re kryptonite;

My weakness.

Fatigue taking over,

I hallucinate on the hour.

It feels like I am being persecuted by an unjust love,

Tortured by a heart that gave you its trust;

And I am at war with my whole being,

For nothing works in accordance with each other.

Now, the future I saw in your eyes,

As become this cursed reality I have to live by.

I wanted us to chase the stars together,

Using their connection to lasso the moon,

I am left to watch them go up in flames.

I blame myself,

I shouldn’t have given you more than your weight.

Now, the burden is overbearing,

And I am left in this miserable state.

©Xavier J. Frazer

ONE THE INSIDE

Sometimes I wish I knew how to un-fuck myself,

When I say this I am not talking about sex.

Some day’s I am feeling myself,

Then there are those days when I feel nothing.

It’s like being trapped in a place where my thoughts are overbearing,

the weight of the world is nestled on my head,

I have no strength to carry it.

No matter how strong my appearance seem,

All I want to do is pull my hair out and scream.

Nothing makes sense as I clench to what little sanity I have left.

Anxiety holds me captive,

Not as a patriot, but more like a POW.

Between myself and depression a war brews,

I always end up being the casualty.

I come bearing smiles but my body is scarred beyond recognition,

And my soul is like a scared child,

Longing for just a hug or a warm smile.

No one knows the terror I am tormented with,

If they do they still don’t care.

By the things, I do I am classified as being weird.

I kill myself trying to fit in with a crowd that does not need me,

Myself kills me for indulging.

I can’t remember one past time of a happy memory,

Everything reminds me of the cuttings.

Many books decorated with suicide notes.

When I think about it all,

My whole being has always felt like it’s an encampment for little demons;

They are always raging wars.

Still, when I look in the mirror I see true beauty,

I don’t see this person,

I don’t see that person.

I see only me.

©Xavier J. Frazer

I REMEMBER

I’d once thought of love as fragrance
that produces a long lasting aroma,
An attraction that many can’t ignore,
Then I met you and the scent became unattractive.

Anything graced by your presence dies, be it tangible or not,
Clouds no longer hover above your head without producing lightening,
Before you love was magnificent,
Now I don’t even know what to think.

In my eyes loves color is lost,
An image it use to occupy in my mind
as long since faded,
Birds are now silent for they’ve lost their melodies and daylight has gone into hiding giving birth to only darkness.

The rhapsody lingers no more,
Silence remaining ever present,
You’re the sweetest soul I’d ever met,
But then you became the bitter devil I should’ve avoided.

© Xavier J. Frazer

Greetings

I have been absent from my blogging it’s not even funny. I am back though, after going through a tidal wave of life, love and family issues. To my fellow bloggers be on the lookout for my new and exciting works. I do hope the New Year has been treating you all well.

Ghost To Myself

There’s many storms brewing

Yet, when I present myself to you,

I am as calm as the midday sea

I spend days fighting a never-ending battle,

A war I have no chance of winning.

I pretend to be who I am not

Trapped and restrained the real me,

I’ve have been hurt too many times to count

Injuries they’re overwhelming,

I sit sulking away over a bottle of gin & pineapple juice

Though they do nothing to numb this pain;

I succumbed to my emotions.

My outward appearance seems strong

Yet, behind closed doors, I am like a sponge submerged in water,

Reminiscing with tears as they lose grip of my water-based eyes

Heaven knows I have grown weary of putting on this show,

I tire of the scenes I play

And the all too familiar cast I know,

Still, I await these curtains to come down

Putting an end to this on-going fiasco;

Maybe then I will have some closure.

© Xavier J. Frazer

Its been awhile

Hey guys sorry for my absence, been extremely busy with life and all. I recently got married and I am currently working on two unfinished manuscript. But I will be posting poems, Bi-weekly starting tomorrow.

HI

Greetings one and all!

I have been absent from blogging for quite sometime, due to the fact that I have been working on my second book of poems. I promise to start blogging more frequently after I have gotten everything settled. 

With that being said i would like to offer my fellow Bloggers, Authors, Poets, Writers and all those who are following my blog and opportunity to read my first collection of poems for free. When I say free I  mean totally FREE!!! 

However I do ask that you kindly make an honest review about the collection on Amazon.com I would greatly appreciate it.

So you can contact me @xaydapoet@gmail.com and I will send the PDF to you via email. Or you can just comment your email in the comment section and I will do the rest.
One Love and Respect Everytime!!

first interview since I wrote my book.

​i was interviewed by a Jamaican journalist by the name of Ashleigh Ann Mowatt. Check it out.

http://jamaicans.com/stories-wrongfully-accused-murder-xavier-frazer/

Please Vote For My Poem

Good day fellow poets, scribes, wordsmith, master writers, family, friends, supporters and well wishers I humbly ask if you please could go vote for my poem ‘A GIFT LOST’ on Realistic Poetry International facebook page, as the image says I am contestant #75 Xavier J. Frazer. Once you get to the page all you need to do is like, comment and share the poem all of which adds up to one vote. Thank you in advance.

A GIFT LOST 

The radio plays songs that induce feelings, 

I sometimes wish I never had, 

For they open wounds that never heal. 

As the stars whisper to the moon, 

I thought of how you were the fire that melted my frozen heart, like butter in the sun. 

I thought of how my stomach you once filled with butterflies, 

And how you left me speechless, yet full of laughter. 

You were the foundation I wanted to build my home on, 

But you became a blueprint without a plan, 

I see people close their eyes to  dream, with you I only had to open mine. 

When you looked at me my heart skipped beats, my eyes twinkle and your smile made me fall in love all over again. 

You had a savage kind of personality, like that of wolves, 

But your heart was as soft as wool. 

You were a beautiful disaster, like chaos really! 

Your smile dared me to fall in love. 

You were the love that existed, 

Yet the love lost, 

You were a prized possession, 

Yet the gift I naively lost. 

©Xavier J. Frazer.