She was an introvert once
But now
She talks a lot,
to distract people from looking at her face.
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 7:00 PM UTC
His arms feel like home,
When home doesn't feel like home.
His firm grip secures this body, this house that many weird things reside in.
His lips are too good to be of human flesh.
They talk and kiss sense to me.
The little things matter to him
And for the first time ever in my life,
I need not to worry.
Need not to cry.
Need not to hurry.
Need not to shy.
A rate tall skinny totoro,
One that I get to call mine
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 1:05 PM UTC
Women in my family draw blood from their veins when the world is thirsty.
They cry a river and wash the people's clothes.
Their skin is the leather they sit on.
But the world gives nothing in return.
They breathe in carbon dioxide and give them oxygen because these women, all they know is to serve.
Their fingers have glittery precious chains.
This prison they live in their parents got wealth for.
But the world gives nothing in return.
For generations and generations, they are not tired.
And the world never, not even once, give something in return.
Jul 1, 2018
Jul 1, 2018 at 3:17 AM UTC
It is my fault i fell for your devious charms.
i loved the mystery and went digging in you, mine,
lucky me i found diamonds and kimberlites .
As the temperature rose up my alarm bells went off,
but the crowds calmed them down asking me how i landed such a lad.
Ego puts fear, paranoia and all gut instincts to sleep.
Your hand landed on my face one day,
sorry you had to pop my pimples unwillingly,
and i apologize for staining your hands with my blood.
I was researching on the number of women killed by their partners in South Africa.
Sorry i did not clear my history and you had to see this.
I apologize for giving birth to these beings, beautiful creatures we brought to life ,you and i, that now hate your guts just because they do not understand that it is my fault.
i lost another one yesterday when you gently slammed me against the wall because you didn't want to believe that he was yours as well.
so now i write you this letter, read it to the crowds and tell them what a bad wife i had been.
tell them that i was weak, tell them i couldn't endure the hardships of this marriage and had an appointment with my maker.
Tell them i was useless.
cremate me and put my ashes in the trash bag.
it is all my fault and i apologize from the bottom of my heart.
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 6:48 AM UTC
They say it is the most painful way to die,
but i think it's the most excruciating way to live.
These files, these emotions, these people, temptations and Lord knows what else.
They drown you alive.
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 7:22 AM UTC
Just a little hug would suffice.
Let my heart know it doesn't beat alone.
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 7:51 AM UTC
How do you tell a man you want that you don't want him?
How do you tell him his touch burns with a sweet sensation,
But you have diabetes?
How can he understand that you have a religion, tattooed on your body
Despite all the signals it is sending him?
Your body should be a temple borrowed to this world
But the very same temple sings praises to his embrace.
Emotionally resistant
Emotionally resistant he says.
Is it right to push him away then,
When the heart says another thing?
He wants nothing serious,
So why wait for the heart break?
How do you return a love not given?
How can I make him understand,
How can I make ME understand,
That he is the one I want so badly,
But don't?
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 3:56 AM UTC
Africa is known to be deprived of water
So I get hurt often,
Of course on purpose
And open eyes to let it rain!
I'm kind like that.
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 10:14 AM UTC
Momma.
I'm sorry I let the bad boy of the year fondol me first.
I knew he never liked me but it felt good to have his goldfish attention for those 3 seconds.
Sorry I never came home last night, or a thousand others before this one.
Sorry I've become an alcoholic and my grades are drunk too.
You grounded me, and said I shouldn't go nowhere.
You didn't ask why I was acting out,
Coz only then would you have known why my corpse laysnin this tub with diluted blood from the roads I tried to construct on my wrists and thighs,
Hoping to an escape.
To bad,
Now you will never know.
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 10:50 PM UTC
You asked for the impossible
And I drew blood from my well,
Quenching your twilight thirst, sweet sweet slices of my being.
Honey I birthed you, breathed life into you
Nurtured you from my chest.
Made your pillow on my *******
They ache when you're done and so does my heart,
Coz I see when your belly shine you don't need me no more.
Women of my kind don't care about your pockets but your dreamy eyes and healing attention.
Just your loving arms and your soothing voice.
Just your nobodyness, naked personality and your barren garden to our rain so you don't benefit from our pain.
Harvest my organs if you have to,
Don't love me of you don't want to,
Shun me as you please,
but all I ask is understanding.
Nobody ever gave me that.
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 1:45 PM UTC