kamoo
I never really thought i'd love poetry but when terrible and not-so-good things starting happening in my life, I resorted to this world and yes, I feel at home :) / / I'm just a sweet / -loving / -funny / -fashion addict / -rogue / -Rihanna fan / -poetry fan / -and a granny's little girl / / type of girl :) / / I hope that this is enough :)
She waits for 01.00 a.m every single day because that was the time in which whom she had hoped would be her companion in life would say goodnight to her. She hates the day Thursday because whom she had hoped would love her till death treasured that day. She hates the moon because she whom had promised to never forget her found pleasure and serenity in its glimmering smile that casts out joy into the beautiful dark surroundings every single night. She resents breathing because when all sunny days turned into gloom and they would be sitting together staring into each other's eyes, she whom had promised to never leave told her to continue breathing because that was just enough. She is unable to stomach concrete stones because the sacred and peaceful place in which she whom had promised to always love her said whenever the unrequited one may feel down or in despair she should go sit on the beautifully painful stones as that was their special place. She who loves wholeheartedly and experienced a beautiful lie buries her heart in pain throughout her life. If love is pain then she loves fiercely.
She is broken and no one is able to save her...from her.
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 5:50 AM UTC
Remember these sheets?
You buried your face here every night and shared your soul with me
Each morning you’d leave your spirit and scent in what I consider as my sacred palace because we used to make magic here
You taught me how to dream
Every night with you meant joy and us finding love in our dreams
Now that you left, life is just not what we dreamt of
You promised to stay and be my companion in finding love in the skies
But you left the stars howling at me for daily melodies that we made when our bodies were intact every night
My nights have become lonely and the peace in which I found in the breeze that the night time cast out into our little fantasy has faded
All I experience now is drench concentrated with despair from the tears that the skies shed every night
You promised to make every night mystical in these sheets and our exchange of breath will always keep us together because we breathe each other
I don’t know if I should continue lying in these tarnished sheets and hope that someday your spirit will creep back into them or I should just find a new wooden palace that will not care about how I feel
We used to see stars through the ceiling but all I see now is white dreaded material looking down at me
When I stare at this depressing ceiling I always hope that your brain is what walked and not your heart
Each time I smile at flashbacks that run all around the room and tickle my tired body in these sheets the ceiling reminds me that you are no more
Bygone you are and I could only wish that your presence awakens me the next morning
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 4:18 AM UTC
I sit here in silence
Tears straying down my cheeks
In pain, heartbroken, breathless
I am stripped, tormented, suffocated
My hands shiver with dread
My knuckles bleed with sorrow
I have nothing to give
It's never your fault
It never was your fault
I'm just sorry that it had to be you
The skies, the moon and the stars begged me to love you
Through you, they saw light hence my heart and spirit
were redirected to you
I am an ocean full of agony
My banks overflow with love
Enough love that even your amazingly long lashes tingle with joy
when the reverberations of love buried within me express
how much they belong to you
Love chooses no one
It goes for everyone
Even those who are broken and damaged have pores that engulf
tiny little specks of love because it cares about all of us
It's confusing
complicated
and it hurts
But I know for a fact that my love never dies and only you can heal me.
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 9:57 AM UTC
When I think of my future
I see love
joy
people
me.
When I smile about my future I fall into a trance,
it's encapsulated by friends
family
my babies :)
Happiness will prevail.
The moon will glimmer with passion
and rays of love will reach me.
I will live
love
and laugh.
My growth will be determined by my worth.
My worth being goals
dreams
and ambition.
I'll be free
awesome
and cheerful.
I will be me :)
And she'll be there :)
We'll BE together ^_^
Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 6:04 AM UTC
My biggest wish is to make her happy
My biggest fear is that she won't let me
When I look at her I see life
Gosh my heart grows so light
I just want to feel her, breathe her
I'd love her and protect her
Age does not matter, I care about her.
Her soft hands, fit into mine,
Are worth every dime of love that I can give
Her scent, magical and breath-taking
Makes me forget about everything
Except the life I breathe from her
Her eyes, glimmer with passion
Her soft and tender lips are such a mystery
They are... I just need to feel them on mine
She <3 ...
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 10:21 PM UTC
Below my feet I feel glass
Under my ******* I feel sweat perspired by pain
In between my eyes I see anxiety emerging through my veins right into my eyes
My teeth clench themselves in agony
My voice creaks with fury because beauty is defined by profanity
Profanity embraced by people because they think they know better
Who are we to judge?
But who are we to not judge?
Defined jaws from promiscuous women clasp with fury and worry
Their belief of beauty is supposedly seen through them
Everyone else wonders as to how this may be possible
But their conniving and piercing words curb our brains for their beneficial belief
I sit and wonder how one could possibly define what beauty is…
A tongue that bares words of ultimate obscenity provides atrocity to those whom may be concerned
When you look into their eyes you see fear
Fear of being judged and fear of feeling lost
Rage fumes through their eyes and the burning sensation triggers their tongues to hurt others as a mechanism to feel better
Words spat out from their mouths haze those who they are meant for
These women think beauty is seen from physicality but others beg to differ.
I for one, know that I am one of them
I am not much of a beautiful person on the outside but I know that through all my internal trials and tribulations, I am a beautiful person inside
Windy weathers determine a person’s mood and these women fail to understand
They fail to understand that an increase in problems lights up a matchstick that could burn down a person’s soul
The weather already provides gloom for those in doom but these women fail to comprehend the pain and desolation brought by this weather
These wanton women think Louis Vuitton items define a person’s worth
Lord have mercy may passages of evil not swallow them
May oceans of hurt not sink them
All they have to do is learn how to not judge but how to love
This will help them build their self-esteems into an empire full of care
enriched by hairs of happiness
Perfection may be a satisfaction
But imperfections make one’s life worthwhile
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 1:12 PM UTC
There is a void in me that silently shouts hello at people who claim to be in my life
It screeches at those who have hurt me but they don’t really care
It surrenders to all that was promised to me but never delivered
It contemplates freedom or silence as it is indecisive about whether it should speak out or not
It is enslaved by anger and fed by pain
This void forces itself to sleep but anxiety wakes it up with vigour each and every single time
This void reaches out to my heart but that felon turned a blind eye
My brain trades places with my soul and orders my vessels to stop trying to be the good guys
They try to fight but my brain wreaks with anger and orders silence upon them
Blades of hurt beg for redemption but this void hears nothing
Drops of internal tears touch the void’s senses but it has grown too strong for anything to change it
It has taken control over everything and my brain being the sergeant leads this void
They march together to destroy all that is worth life within me
All that is beautiful turns into grey dry petals dried up by savage terrorists
These terrorists call themselves agony and torment
They terrorise my emotions and cast discomfort upon them
They try to escape through my skin pores but chains and shackles were whipped and girdled around them
They cried for help but this void silenced them with a lash of frustration
This void cut me deep and built its own palace in my soul and spirit
Everything else was executed and my body failed to adjust to the new system hence breathe became less and less
I found myself lying on a floor full of pictures
Pictures of my childhood and family
I gazed upon them and sorrowful tears ran down my cheeks
I am donned with a void that took my life from me
Bygone I am
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 8:37 AM UTC
During the party you said I look beautiful
That was the most amazing moment of my life
Your hazel brown eyes glaring down at my dark brown eyes
Gave me shivers all round my body.
Your smile… worth all that is in me said a lot about you
It made me believe that you were in love with me
And that you will never leave me
It was so warm and so gracious that all I could do was glare back
My heart for the first time ever felt at ease
It’s usually pounding real hard because of all the hurt and pain in my life
But you, you…
You made me not care about anything
You made me forget that I’m fatally ill and that my family is suffering
You gave me life again
Throughout the night you let me lay on your well-built chest and gazed upon the stars
You played with my hands and whispered to me that everything will be alright because I am safe with you
We spent the whole night together with cups of ciroc in our hands.
For the first time ever I felt so real and true.
The party after gave me hope that I’ll see you again
And yes I did see you
Only this time you were with another girl
You did all that you did with me with her but there was only one slight difference
The girl had a boyfriend and he came to fetch her
The boyfriend was my brother and my brother was twice the man you were
They looked good together but you both don’t deserve us
Yes I had a good time with you and I’m not mad at you
But you’re an idiot to think you can play me like that
Yes I’m hurt but I’ll live
You at least left me hope to live and I thank you for that.
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 1:40 AM UTC
Learning could be fun
Learning could get boring
Learning is way of obtaining knowledge
But society expects us to gain a certain type of knowledge
This learning is supposedly the only way for us to be successful
But is it really?
Society does not understand that it is not everyone who is able to survive through this learning
But they still judge and cast shame upon you
This type of learning puts so much pressure on you
That you end up feeling not good enough
Yes it's great for your future somehow and enables you to engage in all types of conversions
But it oppresses our mentalities and curbs us from reaching our fullest potential
Other things are looked down upon because of this learning
Parents do not allow us to pursue other things because of this learning
"My daughter is not a dancer"
"My son is not an artist"
This learning seizes us from freedom
But is set out to be light and a form of liberation
I am grateful for having this type of learning and yes it teaches me a lot
But I want to be what I want to be
I don't just want to impress this learning
I want to be greater than this learning hence I believe it is not the only usher to my success
I want to build me and leave my own indigenous legacy
This learning is EDUCATION
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 1:47 PM UTC
Love is not kind
Love is not sweet
Love is like a million knives piercing all skin cells and tissue that exist in your body
You give it out in hope that you will receive it back
But you just stand there like a macho man deflating by the day waiting for it to transpire
You grow weak by the day because it knows that it has power over you
Insecurity, pain, few-second joy, sorrow, anguish and despondency become your closest of mates.
As much as they may not understand what you are going through, they are still there
Piercing through your eyes trying to see if their job has been done
Love is not what people say it out to be
"Oh babe I love you so much"
It ends up making people say this
"I regret the day that I ever lay my eyes on you"
Hurt and pain is all that structures your life.
Love is a choice and as much as I may have decided to have it in my life,
I am not guaranteed that it will be there forever
Seasons change and so do people
Now all that is left for me to do is to prepare, sit and just wait.
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 1:24 AM UTC