High tides,
Low moon,
Light and water collide.

keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.

I tried to sleep away the pain that didn't work
I tried to cry my pain away that didn't work
I tried to over dose my pain away that didn't work
I tried to ignore my pain and pretend to be happy that didn't work

Are these emotions misplaced?
Has it been present all along?
I wish we could find out
Maybe we will
Just not together

You don't answer
my text messages anymore,
something is wrong.

Cravings of addictive trance
And pellets of diamonds
Don’t fill me
As much as a nap
between the naked petrichor soil and dancing moon do.

As you leave, please remember who eased the pain for you to let go.

got to eat them as they darken
reddened ruby to black constant opal
berries will rot quickly if you don’t
or they’ll taste real gooey and wierdy
if you let the drupelets’ colors get
unsynchronized like summer and fall

...why am i telling you this?
because i learned that the hard way
and the days go away in the gleam
heavy showers and peak-a-boo sun
the east barely bracing for the storm
and the sweetness decaying like the leaves

floral casserole.
milk. and sugar. each for you.
mortal. save your soul.

steps
          only for you

sky
      for everyone

some streets very crowded
but I am loneliness why

question
               for you

answer
             only for me

You tend to me
in a way
no one else has before,
letting me grow
anew.

Lit up the room
Your warm smile
Kept people around you going
Your warm smile
Brightened up everyone's day
Your warm smile
Was reassurance

But slowly,
Your warm smile faded away

It is missed

i anchor
myself
to the back
of your mind
you wish
me away
but here
i still linger

If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.

In the Search of Water
I have drowned.

As part of my ribs, my eyes proclaim your name
Estastic rays spreads in my body
As your gazellic light show me how to write poems
You dance in my chest

Where no one sees you
Only me, sees the sight of your art
Design like clouds above
In your undying light I learn how to love

And make poems proclaim your wonder
As you throb in my heart with beautiful lust
A voice that rings in my heart
A drumsound that rises the sleeping air

And echoing deeply as I worship your portrait
Your beauty ignites peace and love in me
As I genuflect on the sacred liquid of my lips
Love me now so everyone sees you're beautiful
As the hanging sky, only me resides in you

In freedom we swim as bird in wide bed of the sky
Spreading our wings in narrow **** paradise
Where everlasting leaves house us by
That my eyes impregnate the chambers of your womb

Written by
Martin Ijir

The room was dim, with a little spark of shady blue
Though she could sense the catastrophe prying, she laid there, dully
Her inclination of the prejudice
Left her, drained
Foreseeing a vast ultimate chaos
To an undeniable disastrous end


The night had been too long.

all my life
i've been preparing faces
to meet the faces that
i've met

friends
family
the man who delivers newspapers
at our doorstep each morning

i've laughed at their silly jokes
as they tossed their heads from side to side
in naive stupidity and their sheer ignorance
a pompous lot, the human race i tell you

i've acknowledged their staunch morals
and tried to make them my own
as they scorned at the girl in a skimpy dress
and chewed on mutton bones gluttonously

all my life, i've been trying hard
to blend in
with people who've shown me
that i don't belong with them

and tonight when i shed gallons of tears
i have only my bed and pillow to share
i've learnt that my sadness
is my very own

A dream
               is
                   like
                          a
                             staircase
                                              it
                                                 keeps
                                                           ­ going
                                                                ­        on
                                                      ­                       and
                                                                ­                    on
                                          ­                                                and
                                                                ­                                  on
                            ­                                                                 ­          until
                                                           ­                                                      you
                                                                ­                                        reach
                   ­                                                                 ­            the
                                                                ­                      very
                                      ­                                         top
                                                                ­  where
                                                        your
                                            dream
            ­                            is
                         waiting
                 for
         you
to
     take
              the
                    next
                             step
                                      so
                                           take
                                                    it

Yes we are all aging together and it is part of life. There are compensations for me: things not allowed in youth are permissable now. So i gets plenty of ice creams….

I have mailed Carol as I see I am on a big day out next Tuesday so am unable to come over for the meeting, and I am sorry.

I remembered proverbs and wrote the bit below. Please send my greetings to all and also from Rosey. Have a good summer and maybe see you in Port.

If you are going to tell me that
I have not cared enough
If you are going to tell me that
I have not thought enough
If you are going to tell me that
I have not loved enough
well
maybe you’re right
but I can begin
right
now
and
it
will
be
worth
waiting
for.....

I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.

boys look like boys
girls look like girls
boys look like girls
girls look like boys

people look like people

and that is all that I see

every single beautiful soul
worth living

especially the bus driver
who just flicked me off

she’s more deserving
than most.

Your touch was
e l e c t r i f y i n g

I feel it still
On my face
On my neck
On my arm
On my back

I can't even remember
What we said or
Where you touched, but
I feel it still,
And it was
e l e c t r i f y i n g —

This is my last poem
Until the next

My favorite color is sea foam
Read between my text

My favorite life is this one
It is quite the test

I have been too close to the sun
I have learned to love

living in the dark

Go where
your imperfections
are celebrated.

I want to write about what hurts because I think it will
Stop me from hurting. If I put these words on
A page then they will be easier to digest.
Poetry isn't curative by creation, it is
Just confession. Still, these remedial
Lines are what I turn to when I am holding
Too much in my hands. Right now, I feel
Like I am overflowing onto the ground below me.
For the first time,
I don't want to write about what hurts. I want
To keep it inside of me and let it burn me. I want
To carry it in my palms for as long as I can.
I should write
About how we've said goodbye so
Many times that it turned into a threat, a weapon
We made with our tongues.
I should write
About how I lied and got away with it,
How you got caught with
Your hands tied and no one to blame.
I should write
About how it was over before we waved the white
Flag, and I know what it means now
To hold onto a sinking ship.
I've never had anything to die for.
I should write about how I've never wanted
Something so much that I devastated it completely.
We loved in harsh conditions, under sun and darkness and
I don't know how to write about how
The love didn't save us.
I don't write about letting go as much as I write about
Holding on, and I want
That to change.
I don't want to write hurt just to feel it.
The next poem I write about you will be
About me. About how I held on and how I let go.
It won't be about your love, it will be about
Mine. It won't stop me from hurting, but
It is how I make it out
Of my love alive.