elvis-okumu
Kenyan
Kenyan born and raised. Upon this world I have gazed. And in this I have seen, all the what ifs, and all of the could have been. Came across the reaper in black, beside him I went and sat. He told me that it wasn't my time, and put me at the back of the line. Came across a rose in red, rested in her petals for a bed. Eventually she came to tire, and tossed me out of ire. I find solstace within the pen. For my words alleviate my burden. For this reason I continue to write. To bring my sorrows to the light. For as you read and grieve with me. I hope the light you too will see.
You came to me in the dawn, when the world was still a mystery.
The dew drops sparkled on newly minted grass
When the vigor of youth still burned and unwritten was my page of history
You captivated and held my attention with but a single pass
And upon my virgin heart, you placed the first crack
Though like a thunderstorm you came and went
I missed your quiet rumble and sweet patter of your downpour
Therefore, others thought me mad that I abhorred the silence
That I found no comfort without your noise, your quiet violence
I learned to sing and dance in the rain
Until I was soaked to the bone
I reveled in the colds shivering pain
That was the only way I did not feel alone
You came again to me, to darken my skies
I turned and opened my arms to your gale
Your storm drowned out my joyful cries
You were my beautiful white whale
But as suddenly as you came you went
Leaving me on the shore
Of what little joy you lent
I clung to and wished you didn’t have to go
But you were a brooding cloud moving with the wind
And I was but a man without wings
Though I ached with the need for your silent rain
I understood we were separate entities different beings
And to save myself sorrows pain
I gave up my watch of the horizon for that left my hope leaning.
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 7:54 PM UTC
I have no voice, the shell envelopes me such that not even a whisper escapes
the air, so still, the dust hangs suspended within, stagnant and unmoving
these bindings they hold me in a cruel embrace, forcing me to watch my ambitions defaced
this pressure on my skin, my pores are pressed in and my heart is filled with loathing
I feel as if covered in slime, it flows thickly as a souls crime, guiltily placed as with spoiled food do I dine
How can I create and sing as the songbird does when the very air will not go through my lungs
I am choking, gasping grasping for the air of my creativities melody
this cage is of my own creation, that so many ideas like fleeting birds would fly through the sound of their wing beats in the multitudes
And yet not one would deign to perch on my bare shoulder, that I may feel the ***** of its claws, that the blood of my mind would flow down my back and alleviate this pressure
Let me let go of inhibition through the parting may be like that of a mother with her newborn child
The tearing pain sublime only in its intensity
I would have my minds blood flow freely until the earth is soaked with it
That it may become the fertilizer for new growth.
Come then with that blade of discomfort, allow it to bite into my skin for the agony I am in now stranded.
Would envelope the pain of the blade cutting away all that bars my way, that I may be washed again and born anew
Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 11:42 PM UTC
Can I but contemplate, but fathom, but ponder the anguish of a lonely soul
The satisfaction of the fullness thereof
(Still a work in progress)
Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 8:39 PM UTC
Bestow upon me thy tender heart
that I may cradle it gently within my palms
that its beauty may give my soul a start
that I may ache in agony if we were to part
wrap around me like a satin sheet
brush the raised hairs upon my skin
and give my heart a racing beat
and allow loves nectar to flow within
Come to me like a warmed breeze
As I close my eyes and you caress my hair
our love as vibrant in color as the autumn leaves
as I gaze upon your visage so fair
fill my being as an empty cup
till I runneth over
and shower you with kisses as an innocent pup
as you are my precious charm, my lady luck, my four leaf clover
Bestow upon me thy tender heart
that I may cradle it gently within my palms
that its beauty may give my soul a start
that I may ache in agony if we were to part
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 12:56 AM UTC
Through beaded tears, and trembling body
the wil-o-wisp of fears leave you tiered and groggy
your pain is as an iron blade on the tongue
a matalic mixture of sorrow and angush that extend for so long
ah that you would find some relief
that your hunched form may straighten to joy's belief
but these are only my wishes, inconsiquntial
try as I might they will never prove to be influential
I would hold your trembling form
and in doing, offer what little comfort that I may afford
For your agony feels as if it is my own
and betwist us I pray a healing balm be born
for there is no joy in isolation
compounded by pain's desolation
But all things constant, if another were to wade into the icy waters
the cold as slicing knives to the skin
with the knowlege that there would be naught but suffering
but with the intent to suffer with you
Then we would but clutch to each others trembling forms
and within pains bitter writhing cold
we would find peace, as our journey to the dark abyss began to unfold
For my love for you extends as a bridge between us two
Know that you need not suffer alone
I shall stand as a home from the pain you you knew
and I would stay and suffer with you
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 11:13 AM UTC
Go boldly into the light
Thy book of destiny under arm
The horizon within thy sight
Go boldly into the unknown
To see sights as of yet unshown
And grasp thy pen firmly
Spin a tale we may not forget
Answer loudly to adventures call
Sure footed that you may not slip and fall
And in every venture always stand tall
Such that lesser men to you will always crawl
Write in they book with great strokes
And leave a mark on this world
Such that they may sing of your great work
As greatness around you will always lurk
Go forth my friend fondly and steadfast
For I know we will meet again
And what a tale you will have for me then.
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 2:18 PM UTC
I have my hand on a chain
I am pulled along and the drain is insane
I can't obstain or restrain the pain I feel as I am dragged alond the feild
But I won't let it go, I won't let you steal the way I feel
make a meal of me, and then say it wasn't a big deal
My body is battered and broken, and I am always beholden
I have more to do as my time is always bespoken
The chain is harder and harder to hold on
and way is harder and harder to forge on.
I am tiered and honestly, sometimes I don't feel as if I can go on
But I won't let go
Because i refuse to let the world know
That it has beaten me
I won't let that dept grow nor will I ever slow.
I will meet you blow for blow
from the tides of spring to winters snow
As the acorn falls and the rains do flow
And you will watch that oak tree grow
from a sapling as you and I are grappling
You won't understand what is happening.
You will think that I am a creature of some crazy fantacy.
Why do I go on, I couldn't tell you.
Death just seems more fun if only I knew how to
But this heart of mine just keeps beating
And I just continue living and my hand keeps on gripping
and I will be ****** if I just up and leave it.
I am a molded wreking ball
unhappy unless I am wrecking
For when I am not, I am only a ball
even the wrecking part of my name just falls
And whats the point of being just a ball
For when I was created I was called the wrecking ball
My pourpose is in my duty
My duty is in my pourpose
and whats worse, the course I am on
would be gone without this chain
So how can I complain even when I am in pain
Without this chain I would be plain
I would be a ball detached from the crain.
So go on, and I will hold on
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 12:08 AM UTC
I dream of greener Pastures
Of sunkissed flowers
O light and playful air
I dream of greater days
Spent in the sun
Kissed by its sweet rays
I dream of unending happiness
of joy overflowing
Of cups filled to the brim
Sweet necter pouring over
I dream of brighter days
where even the night is illuminated
the monsters stay out of sight
For I stand with overwhelming might
So I smile even as I am bested
And I laugh as my posessions are from me wrested.
Because my dream is my own
in it I can be happy
My muscles go on aching
My heart feels forever laiden
So I dream Of greener pastures
For I may never see them in my waking hour.
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 1:49 PM UTC
Snowflakes coat the world
In a frosted embrace
Though beautiful, they're cold
Banishing warmth to disgrace
Stress abounds in this season
Riddling ones heart with doubt
The blade needs no reason
For an attack to mount
Though I may not be there with you
Through distance or the hard hand of fate
Through this I do for you
That my affection may never be late
In this cup, a place I stake
For the warmth of my heart
With every sip you partake
Know you are ever in my thoughts
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 8:39 PM UTC
I knew not your face,
Your form, your embrace
I knew not if the echo I felt
was real or fake,
I could have made a mistake
As I continued to be unable to relate
to meet or satiate the hunger that in me, ached.
You were a fevered dream
had from a mind that was
coming apart at its seams
alone in this desert
you were the thought
Locked away like water on a dry day.
You were a sense
a hope, a presence
that from my fingertips eloped
a ghost, like the echo of the sweetest note.
struck strong at first but then you vibrated
time passing as you were negated.
I was a prisoner
who thought it was fated
that I be relegated
to this place
this space, where I would remain in disgrace
In the darkness of my mind you were a ray
A light, a beacon shining in the night
but you were faint, just enough to taint
but not repaint my dreary soul in color.
but you were the inception of the rain
the first drop falling to the thirsty grain
the first sweet taste on the tongue
the first beat of music on the drum
the echo of a song silently hummed
With you the walk was then justified
the journey then ended
the effort finally expended
The burded dropped to the still dust
and the sore muscles finally rested
But most of all
you were a reminder
that a heart need not be heavy
that I could learn to love again.
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 1:04 AM UTC