I tasted the dust. I tasted the blood. I ran, but like a flood the bullets caught up with me. I did not drown neither did I frown instead I stayed afloat ’cause I heard God’s still voice whisper in my ear do not fear your future is near. I ran. I tripped and I
We all heard the witch’s cry But what we found at dawn Lied too gruesome for our eyes. Our mouths were dumb they could not speak, Our hearts were heavy they weighed too large And our eyes bled tears, the stain like oil we could not erase. We saw ourselves and we were like strangers
A morning with rain; mild or fierce Or a morning without, hot and warm And the birds descend, sing and mingle Or hide away in cold silence. Then I see a night like the last Crawling in daytime around my torso The hunger l escaped or so I thought. Then I bend and wash and
‘Define love in your terms’ The pamphlet read. And I had to go back to my thoughts. Growing up, love between my parents symbolized support. Support you need and support you get. Married with not much to their name, the empire they built was marred with eminence. She was never a rug nor was he an
I sincerely realise I don’t like emotionally unstable persons, It could have been nice if you could identify it yourself, But then you shift the blame unto others. I mean,sometimes you just have to be your own superhero, Grab the rope yourself and rely on no one It could be tough,may require tears,could warrant low
The Late Bloomers. Most flowers bloom in spring the season after winter when nature held in captive finally sits with liberty ask the tulips and listen through, in many shades they ought to know. Some in autumn cast their shade, in falls season the dahlias will also tell and others choose summer’s glowing luster like
I tossed and turned through the night, wondering where I went wrong in life. A few years behind my initial plan and all my friends ahead of time. My supposed best friend turned bone in the throat, making my mind go in overdrive. My roommate jolted a while ago, with excuses that I couldn’t aline
He screamed, ”Keep your mouth shut”! I have been silenced He says hold your peace I am voiceless My heart is heavy, my bones are broken My body is the drum that he beats, the gym for his fitness I am his weakling, I have become too soft to fight I am a ghost walking
A union of our unique individualities practically illustrated in words as thus…….., What the fuck is family? If nothing but a broken entity A Gay mum, an incestial dad, offsprings laden with bestiality that sprung off their loins. Through ups and downs, We rise and fall, guess the string that binds us all… Not love