Midnight Whisky

A poem about death, and depression.


I sit alone in the living room
Only accompanied by the silence
I feel the loneliness
I feel the sorrow
I remember when I lived
When life was important to me
When things mattered
Now I am alone
Alone in this house
Alone in life

I drink whisky all night
To fill the emptiness
The hole where my soul used to be
All is pitch black to me now
No light at the end of the tunnel
Just a long lonely walk in the darkness
Just to end up where you started
A meaningless walk

I used to feel happiness,
I used to have feeling
But now I don’t care
I don’t care anymore about me
Don’t care about anybody
Because I know the truth
I know the end to this story
I know it all

One day just when you start
When you start to enjoy life
It’s taken away
Ripped off with no remorse
Stolen like a meaningless object
And nothings is left behind
Just a memory of what you used to be
A dark and distant memory

Why then live?
Why care about anything?
We will all end up six feet under
Cold, lifeless and silent
Our voice will be shot down
And only a small eco will survive
But it will be ignored
Because it’s just a memory
A dark and distant memory

At midnight I drink my last whisky
My last glass
Now I wait
Wait for it all to end
Wait for death.

Lost Reflection in a Mirror

I wrote this poem after the death of my aunt and my grandfather. It was a really hard moment for me. I hope you find the message in it.

I stand in front of a mirror
But no reflection is seen
Where has it gone?
Has my reflection escaped?
Where am I?

A cold voice answers:
Only you know where you are
Only you can find yourself
Only you can bring yourself back
Back from the darkness
Back from loneliness
Back from that prison

The voice disappears
And leaves silence behind
A deep silence that makes my heart shivers
It shivers because of the pain
Of not knowing where am I

There is no place to look
Where to start?
But my heart tells me: inside
Inside of me, in me
There lays the truth

I go deep inside my heart
Where am I?
And in a lonely corner I see a shadow
A lonely shadow
A dim lament is heard

There I am
Suffering for what I become
Suffering because I am killing my self
Killing my mind
Killing my heart
Killing the truth

I approach myself
I feel the sadness
The loneliness
I fell like a fake

But no more
No more faking
It’s time to be me
To follow my dreams
To speak my words
To feel my feelings
To love who I love
It’s time to look at myself
To look at the lost reflection in the mirror
It’s finally time to be me.

Cold Ashes

I am really proud of this poem, came up with it before Gaga started calling us her little monsters. I hope you like it.

In the dark lonely night
Cold ashes are free
Free to think
Free to speak
Free to write
Free to love
In the lonely night
Cold ashes are free

Cold ashes are strong
They fight against what’s really wrong
Fight against silence
Fight against injustice
Fight against a monster
A legendary Monster

The monster blows the ashes
But cold ashes don’t die
Cold ashes fly
Cold ashes spread their words
Cold ashes always win

And from now on
Cold ashes are free
Once more, they are free
Free to speak
Free to write
Free to think
But most importantly
Cold ashes are free to Love each other

Now that, cold ashes are free
The mother fire sees with envy their freedom
Their liberty, their loyalty to each other
And loyalty to themselves
Every flame wishes to be a Cold Ash
But only those brave enough will be

Cold ashes are free, truly free at last
Because they were freed long ago
Freed by a Lady of Golden hair
And with sweet tender voice
Thanks to her
Finally cold ashes are free

To The Lady of Golden Hair, from a Cold Ash

Who am I?

My name is Noel Pinell. I live in Honduras, a little country in Central America. I LOVE writing, and I can write anything songs, poems, stories, plays, anything that is in my mind. I have a really special gift, I can feel things that other are feeling. Is hard to explain but that makes me write about pretty much everything.
I like to write about freedom and about discovering yourself, loving yourself. I think is very important for oneself to find out who one really is and accept oneself.
My poems and stories are very raw and kind of sad, but that what makes them unique. I am a very happy person, but when something bother me I put it on paper. I hope you like my poems, they are not that great, but i think is a good job.
"Love will find it's way even in the darkest night"