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I am over joyed at his accepting me as worthy of his Love Oh my heart beat, please stop for a while as I have to reconcile to the fact that I have found my dream Life partner I am
They called me a lunatic They told that my ideas were unrealistic They concluded that my opinions were inappropriate They condemned me that I was doomed to hell I knew that I was sane I told myself that my ideas
Dear father, Have you seen your daughter lately? You are missing a lot. You have missed a gamut of Her cuteness. I see her daily in my classroom, And she is growing into A wonderful young lady. She is smart.
I am self destructive. I am corrupted. The thoughts in my head are disruptive. My heart is in void. I was toyed and destroyed. This love was overjoyed. You left me torn. The only thing you left for me to
I came home happy, very delight and much overjoyed, With true hopes that might come true but before shattered. For one I was so excited but I went on path God led, My dreams were like clothes when dried in
She did know what she felt in a moment She was overjoyed and heartsick at the same time She would never tell how she perceived She would stay quiet, calm and decided to keep it to herself She had lost
I could see him leave, leaving me alone. I weep and cry, not showing it at all. I think about him, every minute, every second, every moment. Where is he now? I wonder… Has he found someone better, than me?
If I were a Book, On the shelf, I would be overjoyed to meet new people everyday. Some would flip through, Some would read through. The fact that I would enter a reader’s mind, brings thrills. The thought that one
Maybe we romanticized hurt and pain because we were always taught that the moon and the sun were meant to be together despite being so far apart and we too desire to be so magnificent that all the broken people
Last week, on the only day it rained, he hit me. Hit me so hard as I fell to the ground I asked myself will this be his last time? I saw colors, all dark shades and hues. Dark blues,
Yes My Lord I am a culprit I made a petty stealing But no one would ever believe I was a “loved” Professor My family loved me very much I was welcomed wherever I went But how on Earth I
Tomorrow is another day Anyway I live for today If tomorrow never comes I won’t miss it! Yesterday has been and gone Anyone can do what I’ve done But not what I’m about to do To you I’m gonna turn
Just before the darkest hour I saw a dawn breaking there was this angel standing she looked withered and tired. her wings ruffled and torn I got up to help but she yelled stop don’t hurt me anymore I can’t
My every utterance is a lie, forged in silence, it is I who steals and plunders gold and silver. My pact is with the darkness. Wounds and blows, I have dealt, yet no remorse have I felt for sons mangled
On this so cold night Laying alone I ponder How warm the bed would have felt With you having in here. Your legs wrapped around mine Spooning, curves settled so perfect That’s why it’s said “made magically for each other”.
Please write this on my gravestone, Spring, March, flowers of ’82, You too must remember me, Unrivalled, but unrivalled I could not be, Tunes untuned to hear it gash, Water rips my inner soul instead, Silence too shouts deep within,
From time Immemorial,I am saviour of millions life, I am lifeline to your daily needs , Cities ,towns grew on the bank of mine. I feed you I quench your thirst I provide enlightment to you I am the reason
Dawn is not far, I can feel the first rays of light Though not see them yet The wind is cold as it should be… Dampness of dew is all around me I can almost hear the birds chirping Dawn
He and I (a subtle amateur attempt at understanding Narcissism) He loved himself and I loved him He believed he was superior and I was happy to be his shadow He wanted all the attention and I always showered it
Sitting here tonight thinking about you the phone rings and it’s you on the other end you say I was just thinking about you how have you been? I say well I’m fine but it’s kinda ironic I was just
I need not want to know for it, a dirty mind of lateral conjugation; of uncharted hopes. The name splits the long story. Everyone had a stain on chest, color roiling the heart. Dancing on the cocktail grass, they started
Saturday evenings reek of stale words, aching bones and a running out of things to feel dressed in a darkness where your silence meets mine and no sound seeps in through the fine crisscross weave of the blanket soggy with
Dream on all ye decedents of Kunta Boldly go wherever you dared to go Be happy ,sing aloud Hakunamatata Dream of the precious gems of Congo Dream on Africa ,Dream Mr .Kenyatta . Dream on all ye daughters of Africa
you always said “we’re meant to be” forgot to say “love is not free” I was the shadow of your sins you broke my heart without tears in every man I found you it sounds awful, but it was true
Music is a friend. Crazy and wild at times. I know I am alive when my feet tap and almost sing out loud. can you imagine feet singing? They surely would do a better job than my tongue, which would
Her favorite French word despite She hated the devices themselves Gutless spiders, she’d say, all legs Appetites for unwary heads, lop them off. As a compromise she didn’t own any hats Just a few holdover rain bonnets A pair of
The blood on the streets Homes broken apart Everyone shouting for the help of God The horn is blown And the Civilians and soldiers set their guns and weapons Bullets elevating through the air into the body Children crying in
Madness burns like a candle Blustery night haunted with Anna No clover or wild grass grows No laughter sighs in the wind Only the moan like a cemetery The sea wrestles with ghosts I have drowned in sorrow Sanity has
A fairy came to me, I was pleased to see, She doesn’t lack fame, You know her name, She has a beautiful face, With a lot of grace, Her wings are weak, She glided from the peak, She said to
Today I want to take a lethal dose of black lips, confronting the killer on contract. Time dithers to escort. May be a cold-blooded murder of a handful of sick shadows will give a transparent memory. Planting a sad kiss
A most formidable foe this self is Rarely its guard lowered for long For when it does in the light comes And the dark is dispelled by the sun In that moment I see the truth in me Shining bright
Well MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU from my house to yours, I pray it’s the best Christmas you could ever hope for but don’t forget it’s not all about the presents under the Christmas tree no it’s really more about the
Fahrenheit mid twenties on dole skint Saturdays bordered in black and white diamond linoleum. Lost in days. I acridly observe the English countryside on a coffee table pamphlet. My minds unbridled in those munching country lanes. But sometimes it’s Lost,
Power empowers a man To wear a crown of office A symbol of high status That stuffs man with vitality That differs him from equality. A crown of material value May dwindle as the human body Shrinks as to the
It’s an adjustment, everyone says, life is to adjust Without questioning, what this adjustment means to anyone. Keep silent, when the other-end goes on shouting and argue For or against, do agree, whatever the other end demands, Without asking why
Behold the Christ child is born this day, just as the prophets of old did say. In a manger on the cozy hay did his infant Lordship choose to stay. No cradle by a thousand kings paid for, would befit
The fear is creeping inside with every single step I take Seems like everyone is going to hurt and their sympathies are fake With broken dreams and a heavy heart, I still hope to find solace Though in the past,
Why the heartburn, why the despondency why the delusional self, why the desperateness why the flutter of heart, why the breathlessness why the agony of loss, why the desolation why the wild flight of imagination why the unfulfilled dreams why
Beauty has shape contour curve and weight With my hand on your breast I feel sublime and safe I showed you these words and you said You can title it “Thanks for the Mammaries” And we both laughed It’s good
It was day like today, I met a soul so rare to find, A soul so pure, so beautiful, Her smile shined like the stars, A beauty I’d never seen, Like a fool I fell in love. Her graceful move,
