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He stood over me
Our eyes met and locked
His eyes had such intense emotions
I stared into them to remember the day it all began
The love, the passion
All is lost
As blood splattered on the floor
I hear her voice
She sat in the corner, fear was all around her
I heard her scream for help
And just before it got silent
I said “I will be okay”
I don’t know why but you still give me sleepless nights…
It’s like every time I try to move on my heart fights…
I thought my world is dark without you but Its time for me to turn on the lights…
I’m lighting up the path to what the future holds for us so I can get valuable insights…
On how to deal with all this newly acquired spite…
I can’t believe that you’re still the reason that I write…
Every line ,every stanza, every poem represents our relationship with fine precision…
If I could write about anything else then that wouldn’t be my hearts decision…
It’s funny how my mind greets my hearts love for you with derision….
You probably don’t get it within myself my mind and heart face a division…
My brain questions what my heart believes but they both know this is not lust…
As love so pure shared between two people can never turn into dust…
It won’t because dare I say it I LOVE YOU it’s that simplistic…
So my Aphrodite take my hand and let us be more optimistic…
There’s no need for me to continue being sadistic…
It’s time for you to let your heart talk so that you can stop being so pessimistic…
While our hearts throb for a life of a relationship…
Your mind confines us to a life of friendship…
You can’t want a friendship when all you offering is an acquaintanceship…
I’ve showed loyalty! ,I’ve proven myself! dammit
don’t I deserve your companionship…
I’ve slept on salty ocean floors,Had serpents tread on my bare feet….plucked thorns from my spine,I’ll get over you too.
The world is broken
My heart is sore
My tears have fallen
My mind is numb my thoughts are raw
They called us a coming generation
In the olden days they believed
That we’ll be a united nation
Wherever they be they’re grieved
A child is pregnant and called a teen parent
A boy sleeps in booze as though he’s old
I lift my hands in full surrender right at this current
For what I see is a generation giving no hope.
This is our never to be fixed world
I’ll live to heal it with words…
In the season of sickness
the days of fever and coldness
hunger ruling and farms growing boldness
The woman who was abandoned by her parents
adopted by the love of the woods
raised by the bright lights of the moons
grew up alone in an old scary house built with wood
She learned the languages spoken by the animals
her attire so strange as she used no modern materials.
Is she African?
She is an Orphan
A woman so beautiful
surrounded by creatures as her community
but loneliness made her life painful
all she ever wanted was something so wonderful
but what she never knew was that she was developing something so sorrowful
A life without parents, no-one to talk to,she knew she was an Orphan
days without time,months without dates passed by
as she still desired for her loneliness to pass by
sooner the woods were surprised by
the strange manly presence of an intruder
a hunter,a man with 12 sisters and no brother
She is still an Orphan
the sun was crying to set
the Hunter desperate for a catch
but fortunately his eyes got a catch
Her face coloured by the red sunset light
her beauty penetrating his eyes tight
two hearts were beating in a fight
her heart was sweating with joy, that she’s no longer an Orphan
Days with dates, months with love passed
abandoned by her own parents
she thought she now found a new family
they treated her with love,aiming she will bring an heir in the family
he promised them that his beloved shall give them an heir
Is she still an Orphan?
she was in pains,but a lot of hope
she knew those were Labour pains
this might wipe away her title “orphan” forever
surrounded by elders and her in-laws
she is about to bring life to earth
Something she never heard before
something she thought she’ll never hear
a first sound of her first baby’s cry
she smiled, with her hopes still high
Is she still an Orphan?
their reaction revealed hatred and anger
as she lifted her head
she saw a small,beautiful,little baby girl
as she smiled and carried her
few seconds later they were left alone in the room
few minutes later, her beloved entered the room
with a sad, disappointed, angry face
sooner the elders and in-laws were present as well
As her heart was beating fast with tears falling from her eyes
her feet shaking as if she walked in ice
their faces didn’t look so nice
that’s when she got rejected
her feelings neglected
they kicked her out,with nothing but only her rejected baby girl
she then knew and admitted that she is not just cursed
but she is and will forever be an Orphan
In the raining cold day
with no place where the head can stay
under a tree shaking in the wind’s way
she looked in her crying baby’s eye
she looked to the heavens
while the rain was washing away her tears
penetrating her eyes
she shouted”I am really an Orphan”
she looked at her daughter said
“truth be told, you are a daughter of an Orphan”
on that day
the baby was named
“An Orphan of an Orphan ”
Red is for freedom
Red is for escape
Red is for courage
Red is for strenght
Red is for power
Red is for blood
Red is for life ,my life
and the only way to stop
this pain- is to cease to exhist ……
I smell the jasmin
the wind calls me to smell
i open the door
As I sat by the river and watched the world go by.
I couldn’t help to keep myself from thinking about the times we used to share when life was young and simple.
living in moments rather than time.
I missed the love we used to share, even though it felt like a battlefield some of the time, it made me complete all the time.
I missed the times when you used to tell me that I’m good at my thing but I told you that I’m good at you cause you were my sweet yellow bone thing.
The fights and arguments we had were nothing compared to the joy that came after them.
Which is why I don’t wanna love without you cause your a lost I can’t replace.
It timmed me for a moment, then I took a moment of silent to honour that,
Your love was like raindrops to my heart cause everytime it rained my life used to blossom.
I remember how I used to go home but become home sick without you cause everything I touched used to break, breaking my heart even more.
My past mornings have been nothing but a lie cause I used to wake up in gentle hands yet in great pain from the inside without your smile by my side.
Yet today I’m still standing still for you cause the fire is out but the ashes are still burning in my heart.
And I will never say goodbye to you cause there is no good in goodbye.
This road i travelled
many times before
this time i saw it
as never before
yellow clover on the right
golden grass on the left
even the painted lines
seemed brighter than before
both sides of the road
small white flowers
dotted here and there
trees with no leaves
standing proud along the road
and green fields covering
mountain slopes
as they reach for the sky
this road fills me with joy
How do I love thee……
If love is sharing, if love is caring, if love is kind, if love don’t mind,
If love accepts, if love respects, if love protects, if love don’t expect,
That’s how I love thee!
Every moment I’m awake, all the special memories we make,
If I can count the ways, it will take me forever and a day.
That’s how I love thee!
Flirtatious yet Charming, Sensual yet Passionate,
Forever you are instilled in my heart,
Anxious I am when we are apart.
That’s how I love thee!
How do I Love thee you ask? Let me count the ways!
