One of the purest source of joy,
I athirst more and more.
Comforts the broken hearted
And instills unseen relief to their broken hearts.
Of every being, young and old,
You enchant and render merry.
Your worth is spoken from every mouth,
The sweetness and meaning you add to life.
Jan 6, 2021
Jan 6, 2021 at 9:01 AM UTC
Oh, happiness, your love is pure!
Thou makest the weary joyful again,
Your beauty is truth and truth is life
A sweet symphony of life's fair bliss,
Couching upon our numbered struggles,
Emitting hope of triumph in battles;
Where canst thou bridge and not be felt?
Of men and babies, who can resist you?
Desolation quivers, and swiftly fades,
As doth a man who runs from fire.
A priceless gift yet hard to come by,
Such as who find you, find relieve:
Of feeble men you restore their strength,
Of laden women you lighten their burden,
For a better morn, why not for good?
Thy song is sung in honour of life
A beautiful rhythm to suit all seasons,
For ever winning, for ever leading,
Like legends of old in unique array
Where with we're clothed in flawless beauty.
What a rare treasure, What a divine package?
We've heard melodies but yours is sweeter:
Sweeter than candies, sweeter than honey,
And all that you are, a fair virtue!
A standing citadel in our sorrowful land,
Where we bury our grief, and fetch joy
As a weapon of war against our troubles,
Singing along in a merrier tone
And finding meaning, in brewed passion;
The meaning you add to our brief lives.
Dec 24, 2020
Dec 24, 2020 at 5:06 PM UTC
Gazing from a mirror broken beyond repair,
All she could notice was a lifeless face.
A stench of blood and that of guilt,
Trailed her wherever she went.
She was haunted all her life,
Her days filled with endless tears
Seeking what she thought would end the pain,
To remedy the hate she had within.
Of her heart and soul she bleed.
The sun and moon had no effect
Cos all she perceived was a thick darkness,
A vendetta she promised to reciprocate.
O'er everything she sort revenge,
Gladly thinking it'll end the hate
But the nights became horrifying,
With a grime of blood on her hands for life.
Dec 19, 2020
Dec 19, 2020 at 3:41 PM UTC
Keeping late nights,
Trying to find sleep on my own
Tossing from one end of the bed to the other,
Eyes as dry as that of an owl.
Not a trouble, not a worry,
Up because of a muse within
Pressing me up and wanting to spill,
Hence shaking every bit of me.
As I keep glancing at my table in the corner,
I see my sheets anxiously calling.
My pens jingle and smile at me,
Anxiously waiting to pen the feeling down.
Can't find rest until I cooperate.
The consequence when I refuse writing
It keeps me awake and seizes my peace,
Till I write it out, then can I sleep.
Dec 18, 2020
Dec 18, 2020 at 3:47 PM UTC
Tell me what you wish for,
all I need is what you need.
Whenever you need succour,
I'll gladly yield myself to help.
Your smile disseminates rays of hope,
I can hardly look away from it.
With you I know I can cope,
cos our connection is gainly fit.
Whenever your hand holds mine,
I bounce forth and bubble.
My being rejoices because you are mine,
thus no one can make me grumble.
Though the crowd makes me fret,
your presence gives me strength.
You embody many precious things,
I'm glad I found you out quick.
Dec 16, 2020
Dec 16, 2020 at 11:17 AM UTC
I was disappointed
Because you walked out on me
But I'll certainly not lose my appetite
Because you walked out.
Dec 13, 2020
Dec 13, 2020 at 12:51 PM UTC
You came along with your bags,
All arranged and looking neat.
To find a place for a vacation,
To spend quality time within.
To your surprise, the door was shut.
No one welcomed you like before.
You questioned yourself countlessly
And tried knocking even harder.
All your efforts left no reward.
The ****** deal had finally ended.
There's no more room for you in there,
Embrace your shame and take your leave.
The damage you caused was terrific.
Never again will you get that chance
So carry your bags and cease knocking.
You're not welcome here, never again.
Dec 13, 2020
Dec 13, 2020 at 12:33 PM UTC
Long ago we stood together.
By the walls of time,
We built an orchard;
Where we sat gazing and repairing.
We treasured every moment building it up.
Carefully watering, pruning and shaping the plants.
Every moment in there meant a lot.
We worked intentionally for its growth.
The more time we spent in there,
The more we grew in knowledge of ourselves.
The orchard was a reflection of our relationship.
In there, we bonded and mended our holes.
All of a sudden our orchard got dry,
Ugly, ***** and extremely bushy.
Our interest and cares had grown apart,
Thus failing to nourish and water our growth.
Our once beautiful orchard became a dunghill.
We failed giving it proper care.
And before we could act, it was too late.
We failed keeping it alive.
Dec 13, 2020
Dec 13, 2020 at 12:29 PM UTC
She called out severally
And cried out bitterly
Wishing for a hand,
To untie the band.
The bars stood still,
And stole her skill
Leaving her in pain,
With nothing to gain.
Darts stroke her mind,
Deep enough to bind
And sculped her sight,
With strings of fright.
The past was awake,
Sharpening its old hake
And spreading its sheets,
Engulfing her in ****
Dec 11, 2020
Dec 11, 2020 at 12:39 AM UTC
It had been my wish,
To love without border
But everytime I called up,
You told me you were busy.
It had been my wish,
To level up this life with you
And live it to the fullest,
Treasuring every second of it.
It had been my wish,
Before and always
To know how you felt
And what your desires were.
It had been my wish,
Over and over again
To spend more time with you
Yet you never showed up.
Now I'm no longer wishing
Because I'm no longer breathing
But here you are desperately wishing,
For me to open my eyes one last time.
Dec 5, 2020
Dec 5, 2020 at 4:02 PM UTC