Dear Momma,
I hope you are
Having good time over there
If you would ask
Me the same I wouldn't
Know what to say honestly
Since your gone
It has never been easy for me
Everyday is a test for me and
I keep failing
I feel like a failure without you to
Tell me what I should do
I never stopped praying for
You
Even though it is
Me who need your prayers the most
Sometimes I want to call you to
Hear your caressing voice again
But it seems like you
Have changed your contact number
The sorrow of loosing you
Never goes away
I wish you are
Here to see the
Person I have become
I'm trying to be
Strong just the
Way you would want me to be
To put the memory behind me
It bitterly hurts me to
Admit that I will never see your
Reviving face in this
Mortal world ever again
I feel like crying but
Then I remember you
Weren't here to wipe
My nostalgic tears
I am clutching hard to
My faith as you taught me
I do what I think
You will approve if
You're here
I use my prudence to act
I wade through my predicament
Everytime I do anything I
Think about how cool
And better it would be
If you were here
Dear Momma,
I miss you so much
Oct 24, 2020
Oct 24, 2020 at 5:24 PM UTC
I was only fourteen
Alone,
Delightfully solacing on
My plushy coraled bed Inside
My goldish bedecked room
The muteness inside the house
Relaxed my grip
And the comfort of the muse
Lulled me into the abyss of futurity
An unanticipated door creak snapped me out
I turn drowsed
Reluctant, unmoved
Declining from consciousness again
And halfway I felt a sudden
Transfixed cloud of shadow
Overwhelmed over my enfeebled frame
With instant release of warmed brandy breathe
Floating like a butterfly on my fuzzy face
I rushingly opened my eyes
Behold, his dark eyes, lustfully gazing at mine
I attempt to resist his forceful loof
Shoving on top of the
flesh of my screaming mouth
His eyes of uncle
So strong a father
Zealous like brother
And the fig of his skin, of a stranger
Resistively,
I pleaded as a daughter
I cried like a sister
And wept, with pity, like a stranger
Finally he broke through,
Took away my pride, one that I can never get it back
I was sobbing, in sever pain, bleeding, helpless
He doesn't care anyway
Fastening back his trousers, spermed
I asked him why
Why me
But, "It's all right" he whispered; slamming the door behind
Should I tell Mom about it?, ' There is no need to wreak havoc in a family' (I thought)
Maybe I was too scared to
Face my perpetrator again
How can I
Confess that I was *****
Robbed of a treasure, by a familiar stranger
It's hard to believe that
God's existing
If he is, he despised me
Mama used to tell me that he
Loves me unconditional
She said that he cares about me daily
That he knows and watches everything from above
But If that is so, why didn't he stopped it
From happening to me
Why did he not stop it
I was only fourteen when
My innocence is taken
My pride is stolen
Abused by the people I trust
To protect me
To save me from the rampage
Of wild uncontrolled monsters
Ten years agone like ten seconds ago
The wound still feels afresh
This memory haunts my consciousness
In every portion of my ingression
Everyday is a struggle to live
To live with the irresistible lifetime scar
I'm trying so hard to let it go
Oct 14, 2020
Oct 14, 2020 at 10:27 AM UTC
Sweet jingles
Sphere of hope and dreams
Queen July
I remember
The drench of your serene clime
Treat of your crispy days
Warm as life
Making our days longer
Our sweet dreams of tomorrow
Only awhile
The transcend of yesterdays
Missing the shadows of ourselves
Sweet July
How frolic and free
Like a phlegm fountain of youth
The pleasant smell of rosebuds
The dawn of the tender seeds
The blooms and blossom of flowers in blush
With it healing frangrance
Crown July
I welcome your winkling rays
Declining softly of my shy greeneries
Sops of your dews which my trees, forest delight
And whirling my ears in bliss
The roar of your stomach
Lashing brisk lights of your hazy face
And drops of your crystal tears
That drones on my weary roof.
This i know the days of abundance
And productivity
Glad tidings
Oct 12, 2020
Oct 12, 2020 at 3:36 AM UTC
If wishes were horses
If life is bed of roses
I'd wish to ride a royal herdic
Joy said " this life is phasic"
This is not Harry Potter that you can make a magic
This world is just sadistic
The people we trust are Judas...Poisoning our love and feeding us hate
People getting divided because of their faith
I wish we could start being more realistic...And people will stop being fake
If wishes were horses
Yeah what about the beggars
Running from one streets and buses
Some even runned by big cars
Did they wished for this life
Do you think that's what they choose to like?...You think they are cursed by life?
Or maybe that's just their life?
Correction! That's just a lie
People may be born in poor
But they're not born to be poor
Wealth is a blessing and not genetic
To be poor is a lesson and not a verdict
You wake up one morn God blessed you to have it more
Good health, wealth and even more
You look down on others because of your dime?
I get it, you're blinded by them, it's just the gift of time
Suddenly you behave heartless
The orphans, widows and homeless
Beautiful people who had only known disaster
Afflicted with tragedies and pain
Displaced from home, despised by men
Victims of violence, drugs and ****
Can you even feel their pain?
I doubt if you even know their names
Because you call them names
They're people, hurt by people
The rich people poor people
Just people, we're all people in this road of life!
They're beautiful even though their lives hasn't been
They may be harm by men but they're loved by christ
I wish you wouldn't have to face this life alone
I wish what happened to you weren't the truth
In this life we're all fighters , you're a warrior and you're not alone
You may be weak but with God you'll always pull through... HE will shine your way through the valley
You'll always be his pally
Teachers and preachers won't determine your merit...You're a child of God be proud of your title
God is with you, you will win the battle
Oct 12, 2020
Oct 12, 2020 at 3:33 AM UTC