Serenity: that's what goes through my mind when I think of you.
Extroverted: takes over from the previous thought and changes the dimension of my fantasy. I look around, all I see is cold war. A form of cheap resistance from my egometric side. then I let go and let you in.
I walk beside you, when alone, in a crowd, anywhere. I feel the warm grasp of your soft fingers; happiness smears my heart. I dwell in colloidal eternity as I gain a clear entrance into your serenity bowl, your heart.
it starts with attachment, then emotional induction sets in. At that point when you pull all strings trying to gather fences round your fetish desires. "Get a Life", I tell myself. I walk away from the walkway with my head bent low as I look upon your intimidating glare not knowing how soft-laden your heart is.
As I walk back towards your outstanding figure, my heart colloids in pleasure. I notice your beautiful curvy legs. they hit me hard on the most integral part of me. I feel dipped in love, so I bury the hatchet with my antagonistic soul. I move closer, hold your hands and there I feel it; the most common of all senses leaving me. Am filled with fresh new blood, full of hope and desire. It is then that I realize how hard I have fallen. Fallen hard in LOVE.
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 6:57 AM UTC
A LIFE TORN APART
When I first peeped into the world, I deemed it fit for the growth of my
miniature. When I peeped again, I trembled with disbelieving eyes at the
emergent live labyrinth that stood staring; but then, can an opinion change
an existence? Maybe, just maybe
As our mother packed and left, our father drove away. We remained hidden in
desolate souls. We were striked with a giant of a being called sustenance,
which dwelt in providence. Sincerely our begetters ought to have thought of
our brilliant futures. We deserved a life, to run the race towards academic
heights
Just the other day I overheard, my hemophilic father tying the famous knot
with a fellow MAN. Then I thought, what would become of my ego? Would I
walk with MY head held high facing other heterosexually raised colleagues?
Would I even get the strength to chase after the big price? I think not
As I grew up, I hoped for an illuminated course. Now I walk in converging
paths. After my fore-bearers kicked their ***** apart, I sobbed after my
dressed mother, they say. But who could have thought that I would turn into
a walking stone?
Walking through streets in search of well-wishers, I wished my parents had
held onto their existence. She blamed it on lewdness while he held it all
upon the mistake of an early pregnancy. Was I born unwanted? Was I smuggled
into this existence? I cease to think about it.
As a student, I thought my father’s charm the way to go. As a child, my
mother’s “generosity” to male neighbors elated me. Now as a parent to be I
think, what would my apprehended seed think of my responsibilities? Will I
be faced by delinquency? I thought the rod could do a lot to effect
change. It never did on me. Maybe I ought to mind the examples that I was
given not.
With my Progenitor bidden by the feared misfortune, I still sink in the
memories of my father, taken away by the same old grabber, HIV/AIDS. How I
hate you HIV….I beseech thee to move away from me. I promise my dear life;
that I will always run against the traffic. I will ensure I entangle myself
not, in a creased heart and walk with head held high. With the hope of
giving my bairm, the kind of life that I always wanted
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 8:43 AM UTC
indeed not all that says bye walks away,
not all that say goodnight go to sleep
it is never over until it is.
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 3:26 PM UTC
A darkened path, a search for the night. A walk through the valley of hope, down the isle of wishes. I sort the source of his rage, the antecedents of his ways. His name, Father.
A mentor to some, a dementor to many. His rule of Iron, staunch in his antique ways. Sometimes I think him Gothic, clogged by wrath. Like a counter-fort of fire, albeit difficult to fathom, backbreaking to assimilate.
His ways full of thorns, his path curly in my eyes, straight in his words. His buffonious look, like cold water on a burning star. As a child I felt like a Marie, his transformations made me fiasco. Because in him I was born, soon after, born in me was his touch. My cries like that of a toothless dog, a tongueless convict.
But then I think myself a miniature of his. A live labyrinth built over the years. Analogous to his countenated nature.
I suppose I would strive to lacerate my soul
from his spell. To be at liberty with my spirit, because in me he lives. To be to my apprehended child the fore-bearer I never had.
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Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 4:15 AM UTC
Maybe by luck, By chance maybe,As fast as a duck, to my heart it came to be. Though too much for me to **** I decided to let it be.
Separated by milliometers, divided by ductness. Sought and fought by haters, held stronger by heartlessness. Inside bright as stars, outside dull with hollowness. What it says deters and deprives of happiness.
I ran along by fate, to get it to be my mate. Solemnly my pride I ate, and to it I opened my gate. By luck it ****** my bait, and it I managed to get. Though it said to me wait, my fears to it I let. Because I feared to be late, an early bird myself I met. Thanks to my fearful date, undilligently I made it against its hate.
A wired soul, creased heart, a skinned spirit, playing foul, sins fat, found out about it. Serenity bowl, what a flirt. Did I mind it? Offcourse I did. Gabbered heat and thought myself a *** With a mighty haul, i unhooked my love and away I got swift.
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 4:06 AM UTC