The Poetry Of Madness

I’m too insane to explain and you’re too normal to understand.
My name is Royla Asghar. I am a poet. And I own everything on this blog. Let the madness destroy me. This is a side blog. Write to me sometimes. For a better view click on the picture. Also check my FAQ page. completely free
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In Love With You At 4 Am by Royla Asghar

In Love With You At 4 Am by Royla Asghar

Sometimes I
wonder
if I really love the
boys
I am writing about.
I Love Them, I Love Them Not by Royla Asghar
Anonymous: My question: Where was your old theme from? Long time I wanted to install it, but I didn't have this much time, and now I forget the credit. x

Hey. http://claflins.co.vu/post/78805407771/30-by-llermans-clyde-live-preview-code-1 This is my old theme, i hope you enjoy it :)

The idea of
an ordinary life
terrifies me to the point
where… Oh my Goodness!
I would rip myself into shreds
just to taste
the glamour and the madness
inside of me.
Don’t Let Me Die Human by Royla Asghar
I am not always
a poet,
sometimes
when I fall in love
I become a poem.
The Short Poems Series by Royla Asghar
The only
fascinating thing about you
was that I loved you.
You Are Goddamn Boring Now by Royla Asghar

My soul is always naked for someone to explore it, for someone to look at it but never to touch it.

My heart only works at night, trying to attract someone who would spend the night hearing what lustful desires it beats for cause in the daylight I would regret you.

My mind can’t stop looking for someone to love me. I flirt with anybody that smiles out of politeness but I always confuse it with desire. I keep on falling in love with strangers in the dirty corners of train stations and forgettable kiosks. I don’t know when I befriended desperation but now I can’t get rid of it. And if you can suck my feelings out of me I swear I could fall in love with you.

I am not selling any part of myself, I will give it to you for free as long as you promise you will love my darkness. I always use somebody to fuck me over just so I can hate them because I am damn tired of loving them.

I am a whore full of feelings and emotions. I take hearts so I can pay my rent to the art I am living in. I am a whore and Love is my pimp.

I Am A Whore Of Feelings by Royla Asghar
And this time;
I promise
I will not force I love you
out of you.
Just let me touch your eyes.
He Has Beautiful Eyes by Royla Asghar (via poems-of-madness)
And this time;
I promise
I will not force I love you
out of you.
Just let me touch your eyes.
He Has Beautiful Eyes by Royla Asghar
You want to be
a poem
but you wouldn’t let
me write you.
He Is Afraid Of My Pen by Royla Asghar
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