Thursday, January 7, 2016

I am dying

His words flowing through my nerves,
His charm controlling my heart,
His eyes fixed on mine,
He keeps talking!
I can't look away or stop smiling.
Because his lies give me life.

He breathes on my veins,
I stop thinking,
I stop caring.
I stop being myself.
He whispers my name.
My heart stops.
My mind starts racing.
His lies give me seizures.



But all of a sudden it is over,
He gets up and leaves.
He goes back to her.
And I am left crying in the shower.
I start thinking of his lies.
I curse myself,
But my phone rings...It is him.
He lies and my sobs turn to giggles.

I know he is a liar,
I hate that I know that and still stay,
Yet I can't stop myself or him...them.
They are all the same..and so am I.
I am married to lies and highs.
But his lies cure my addictions.




Society has given me names,
My friends talk behind my back,
My life is the talk of the village,
My mother prays for my delivery,
My father loathes my lifestyle.
And this pushes me to call him..
I need his lies to feel again,
I live a lie but I can't leave.

The syringes in the bedside drawer, are my family.
Their numbers on my phones, my only link to humans.
I can't function without him...or them.
I know he will kill me,
I know I should stop coz he loves her and not me.
But I am shackled to his lies.
He seduces me better than anyone ever
I am dying.


Friday, October 9, 2015

I Know My Place


I am a woman.
I do know my place.
I know what the society expects of me,
I know what culture dictates of me,
I know what you, man, expects.
I do know my place.





I know my place,
My place is your solace,
My place is the calm to your storm,
The fire that melts your cold pains,
And the breeze that blows your rage,
The eyes that see your soul,
And the arms that embraces you to comfort.

I know my place.
My place is on my knees praying for your success,
My place is before God, pleading for your protection, guidance and wisdom,
My place is at the throne asking for your share,
My place is in believing in you,
And in encouraging, caring, respecting and supporting you.




I know my place,
My place is to submit,
I submit to you in respect, love and honour,
I submit not because you ask,
Not because it is expected or He commanded in His word,
But because He created us,He knows you better than I ever will.
I submit because He is never wrong.

I know my place,
My place is not in the kitchen,
My place is not in the bedroom,
My place is not physical,
My place is in your peace.
For in peace you will be happy to take me to the physical place.
For your peace means caring, and that means my happiness.

Friday, October 2, 2015

Holding On To Your Shadow

We are inside an empty, cold and wet cave.
I can hear echoes of our heart beats, of our breath.
I see your shining eyes in the dark,
I can tell you are crying,
I can tell that you are scared.

I stretch my hand to touch you,
But you push my hand away,
I feel so crashed that you don't want me,
I see something move behind you,
Is it a bat? An animal or a shadow?
I stretch my hand again and you again push it away.

I can now hear you sobbing,
I see your tears glowing,
I hear fear in your sobs,
I see that you are trembling.
But why?
So I whisper to you, "Tee! What is wrong?"
And you lose it and start crying out loud but you don't say anything.
"Tee, talk to me...Teeeee...it is me....Tee, please, say something"

Then....Lights....!!

Damn!! I see her...I see them.
They are here...all of them.
"Tee!! Ohh boy! They are....here.....What! You are bleeding"
I stand up to run to you...to check on you.
"Stop! Bitch!"She shouts "Or I will finish him!"
I stop.
Then I look at her... she is beautiful.
The others are covered in hooded black robes.

"Sit down!"
"Nooo babe. Run!"
"Run and you will never see him, Bitch!"
"Babe, Run! I am no more"
"I will shoot her Tee. Don't try me"
I am confused. Do I sit or run.
I love you Tee...I want to see you again.

Then I see it!
I scream!
I run to you!!
The sword is deep!
You are bleeding too much.
Then you drop to your knees,
"So sorry babe...I didn't know...I....I...Love..."
"Nooooo Teeee! Don't do this"
You lose consciousness.
I am left holding to your shadow.


END of Part I





Friday, September 4, 2015

I Shed Tears For Humanity

I saw you on the beach,
Lying on the sand, water hitting your little body,
Your body lifeless, cold..gone.
Your face down on the sand...
I shed a tear for you.

I couldn't help but think of you,
I couldn't help but pray for your mother,
I couldn't help but weep for your father,
I wondered how you went,
I shed a tear for war.
A mother's heart floating on the ocean,
A Father's future drowned in pain,
A sibling's support snatched.
A fellow human destroyed.
I shed a tear of embarrassment.

What did you do to deserve this?
You were born? That is wrong?
Born in the wrong country?
Born into this world?
I shed a tear because I live in a world like this.

A world of borders and boundaries,
A world full on hate and heat,
A world that is so selfish,
A world that cares no more.
I shed a tear for compassionate.

For we have failed you,
We killed you, all of us.
We drowned you in water of hate.
We have all disappointed you.
I shed a tear to apologize.

May your picture remind us to be humans again,
May the short life you lived haunt us if we forget,
May your heart crash our walls and sharpen our conscience.
May you rest in peace, dear stranger, son of earth.
I shed tears for humanity.



Friday, July 24, 2015

He is.


He is a man,
He is so unique,
His tone too surreal,
His eyes the soul of heaven,
His voice the cure to any pain,
His brain too beautiful!
His sigh, sincere just like the knight he is.

He is the majesty of his palace.
So beautiful on the outside.
Messed up and cold inside,
So many of his confidant walked off,
His trust crashed.
His heart so hard, yet so soft.
His shell too near his core...his soul
His armor, shinning but he hides it.

He loves like a child,
Too sincerely...too openly,
He cares just like a petal...softly.
He protects those he love with himself.
He is a diamond...still buried in the rough,
He is the touch of love, in a hurt.
He is the voice of comfort in tears,
He is the hands of care, in the dark storm.
He is sweet...he is genuine.
He is.
He is my friend...he is.