Sitting up, sunset peeps
Relieving some tales
I hope to retell
Of fathers that fathered
my eyes got to twitch
at sore dumps and roadblocks
their fate almost mine
but fate's can be blessings
For the best I have got.
It's not father's day
a normal day a-passing
but I can't ignore a ruby
let alone this Papa shining
Of all fathers that had fathered
My heart Twitch's on daily basis
Love with wonders
All surfacing
Calming stories
I go retelling
Unending blessings
and this I know
My daddy is rare
So glad to tell.
Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 7:04 AM UTC
expected it sooner
we are all made of clay
chaff,dust
too ***** to be clean
I swallowed all guile
hoping for good
held on to shadows
until this day
my eyes flew open
I stagger to stand
it won't reoccur
but I'm too weak to know
expected it sooner
my tears won't flow
not even for joy
that moment happened
I took my stand
the verdict so true
I guess you'll doubt
so sorry but its true
the little girl has grown
now words can't reform
I'm sorry but its true
I left fear behind
at home with the maid
now bye to you I say
anything holding me is gone
swept,crushed in anger and gone
i'm finally free
free to fly, to soar
I knew all this since dawn
but will this really last...
i'm clay and I remember
can I bear his piercing gaze?
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 8:56 AM UTC
When you entrust someone with something,
anything,
personal...
What hurts most is
When they use that part of you to strike you,
As if it hadn't hurt you enough already.
When you tell a person something,
anything,
personal...
Expecting them to understand and
Help you
What hurts most is
When they hear it all and don't understand
When you are confused about something,
anything
personal...
Confused so much that it hurts,
And you feel like you need to tell someone,
What hurts most is
Holding it in
What has the potential to hurt most is what you decide for yourself.
May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 3:46 AM UTC
expected it sooner
we are all made of clay
chaff,dust
too ***** to be clean
I swallowed all guile
hoping for good
held on to shadows
until this day
my eyes flew open
I stagger to stand
it won't reoccur
but I'm too weak to know
expected it sooner
my tears won't flow
not even for joy
that moment happened
I took my stand
the verdict so true
I guess you'll doubt
so sorry but its true
the little girl has grown
now word can't reform
I'm sorry but its true
I left fear behind
at home with the maid
now bye to you I say
anything holding me is gone
swept,crushed in anger and gone
i'm finally free
free to fly, to soar
I knew all this since dawn
but will this really last...
i'm clay and I remember
can I bear his piercing gaze?
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 8:08 AM UTC
I'm double
i'm not the me you know
lashed and and released by pain strung cords
i'm different
inseparable, covered
undiscovered
confusing, i know
my me is unknown
hidden by shadows
pls help me elope
I need wide space
i'm busted
crazy and know it
today I lost the battle
of myself, with myself, by myself, for myself
hands up in surrender
I move no further.....failed by trials
I want to elope.
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 9:12 AM UTC
Eating deep, this green coloured skin
I'm coloured, I was told
I look real
But chose green
a reminder of me....unsmiley & mute
Noisy with lines, in contest with me
a life so battered it became the best
a name handed me in the moment I didn't decide
my favourite pastime
Pain.....
Healed in batches mostly by me
Lifes turn held nothing ....
except in my hands
new hopes I held to
....but from my pocket it came,
I'm responsible for all
no captain or coach
invincibility held hands
only I knew nothing new
grief
as old as its name
I guess this so boring
So I do not say.
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 7:26 PM UTC
Blessed hatred
push me in
As many more mourn my stand
It's too high
cliche
controlling
Confusing
But I love it.
It built me up,
Gave me rules that changed my exsistence
I might not follow through
But the pang of guilt at deserting reminds me of my stand....
It gave me values
Love,
Life,
and reasons for actions
My words depend on it
my appearance, actions and all
It's not boring as they say
But the excitement of growing pushes me on
*****
*I might seem weird
wacky
Or brain washed
but the courage to face each day
my life has gotten
Living by Grace bound by laws....*
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 3:43 AM UTC
I wake this place up
To bare my woes to the world
letting youngster recover from health
Giving guilt covered in laughter
This job i'd gotten from d onset of time....
Treachery , piracy,poverty and purgatory.
But this day I reawake
Shake my conscience with warm milky drinks
hold my hands by myself with myself
forgiving past and present hurts
reminding my self of the star in the dream
the visions of light....made plain to me
Will I let all this go?
having hangover keepsakes of no worth?
******* grinds and grinding peace?
Playing with hearts that look like flesh...
as the woman in me reminds me
Star-girl you rock .....don't give them a chance
The wounds will heal and the scars you'll forget
Overlook the pains
Push through this bush
The the road so bright is behind the ticket.......
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 5:15 AM UTC
I am an independent person,
I am not an add-on to your life.
I am an independent person,
I cannot have my freedom taken from me.
I am an independent person,
I will be who I want to be.
I am an independent person,
You cannot tell me,
What I can and cannot be.
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 4:55 AM UTC
These days in doubt
my sanity proven
culled from my lovitude
or should I say attitude
maybe solitude
'cos I thought I was on guard
Until fall I did
without a thud,
slowly the fade began
until the voice stopped
no more reprimands
questions stopped
conscience slept
and I roared
happy to soar
then it returned
Fear,
pain,
uncertainty
and I retraced my steps
not without scars
for this haven we savoured
with its perks and glints
now hold ashes
for me,
us,
I can't sit still without thinking
of purity sold
guard let down
to lovitude's joy
as sorrow flooded
The wasted me
I might not relate to this
but I do translate it
can I still sit in your arms
without regrets of disappointments thrown
of regrets without end
for that moment this madness began.
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 4:43 AM UTC