monicah-kiptoo - Hello Poetry

So we fall into conversations over cups and tables.Because it is what people do sometimes.Because we might get an insight inside the other world.The other's world. So we take walks and stretches,just a mile isn't enough. Because we desire to.Because it's a new experience .Always ready to explore. So we touch and let touch,it's the feel of it.Because it's a level of human connection. Because there's a certain feel good about it all.Pleasures of all time. So we live and let live ,some matra we picked.Because we've seen and done much.Because we are yet to see and do some more.All stuff good and hell-ish. So we are that kind of flame,fast but steady.Because the world runs at our pace.Because the world is ours.It's all beautiful really.

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Sep 16, 2015

Sep 16, 2015 at 2:23 PM UTC

monicah-kiptoo

TEA DATES

So we fall into conversations over cups and tables.Because it is what people do sometimes.Because we might get an insight inside the other world.The other's world. So we take walks and stretches,just a mile isn't enough. Because we desire to.Because it's a new experience .Always ready to explore. So we touch and let touch,it's the feel of it.Because it's a level of human connection. Because there's a certain feel good about it all.Pleasures of all time. So we live and let live ,some matra we picked.Because we've seen and done much.Because we are yet to see and do some more.All stuff good and hell-ish. So we are that kind of flame,fast but steady.Because the world runs at our pace.Because the world is ours.It's all beautiful really.

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Now and Then It's the taste of cake And the smell of wet soil Now and then it changes To insatiable hunger And the smell of death It's a cocktail Of fairytales and nightmares In my head It's love and peace Chaos and loss Now and then It's a little bit of heaven And a little bit of hell Now and then It's you And then Your demons

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Sep 5, 2015

Sep 5, 2015 at 6:45 AM UTC

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Now And Then

Now and Then It's the taste of cake And the smell of wet soil Now and then it changes To insatiable hunger And the smell of death It's a cocktail Of fairytales and nightmares In my head It's love and peace Chaos and loss Now and then It's a little bit of heaven And a little bit of hell Now and then It's you And then Your demons

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One day I woke up And it wasn't you Anymore

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Nov 25, 2014

Nov 25, 2014 at 3:16 PM UTC

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Gone

One day I woke up And it wasn't you Anymore

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To Love Is a unique sickness A different kind of ill To Be loved Is a torment A different kind of debt To love and be loved Is inexplicable A different kind of heaven

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Nov 1, 2014

Nov 1, 2014 at 2:16 PM UTC

monicah-kiptoo

To Love

To Love Is a unique sickness A different kind of ill To Be loved Is a torment A different kind of debt To love and be loved Is inexplicable A different kind of heaven

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I met a man in church today Reminds me of my sunshine He led the praise and worship team I kept looking And wondering What was it.. Maybe his brows Thick and distoted Perhaps that archaic smile Or his short teeth No,not his face His voice perhaps? The colour of his pants? The green On my favorite watch Painted on my bedroom door Maybe it was just me On another episode Of my imagination Relentlessly Primal and raw Yes! I must **** my darlings I will strangle them by the neck Slowly and surely Strip them of their beauty Of their allure Always captivating Motivating And cultivating And I will prepare a dirge In their honour Ooh their beauty I will praise Their creation I will Forever be thankful for Ooh darlings, I will weep for you And then let you go I need you gone Good riddance! Tears...

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Oct 27, 2014

Oct 27, 2014 at 4:11 PM UTC

monicah-kiptoo

DEATH OF MY DARLINGS

I met a man in church today Reminds me of my sunshine He led the praise and worship team I kept looking And wondering What was it.. Maybe his brows Thick and distoted Perhaps that archaic smile Or his short teeth No,not his face His voice perhaps? The colour of his pants? The green On my favorite watch Painted on my bedroom door Maybe it was just me On another episode Of my imagination Relentlessly Primal and raw Yes! I must **** my darlings I will strangle them by the neck Slowly and surely Strip them of their beauty Of their allure Always captivating Motivating And cultivating And I will prepare a dirge In their honour Ooh their beauty I will praise Their creation I will Forever be thankful for Ooh darlings, I will weep for you And then let you go I need you gone Good riddance! Tears...

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I am In Love With The World I am in love with the rain when the sun is shinning In love with the thinning blades of grass when noon is peaking The change from dusk to dawn The mating of birds and hounds. I care for the full moon And the constallation of stars I'm in love with the African baboon And the roses that bloom in june Trees and shrubs that just are Green and sparse I delight in the birth puppies and the milking of cows Creatures of the earth that walk or just crawl I am in love with sedimentary rocks And sands of the sahara I am into streams and rivers Gold and silver that I am yet to see Into themes of the titanic and dreams of a mad man I like the farmer at his digging and the proffesor at his teaching The pastor at his preaching I admire the rapper's muse The idential triplets on the news I admire a soldier's courage As do I the techniques of the runway model. The orange cottage by the hill I am fascinated by the witch doctors juju and miracles of the Christian faith The politician's sway The beauty of love and the comfort of hope And ooh! The milky way I am intrigued by the internet's scope I love the lover's gaze and.. The rainbow after a storm Nature and all creation I am intrigued by the prophet Muhammed and the philosophy of the atheist Existance,Diversity,Intergration,Divinity

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Oct 14, 2014

Oct 14, 2014 at 6:59 AM UTC

monicah-kiptoo

I amIn Love With the World

I am In Love With The World I am in love with the rain when the sun is shinning In love with the thinning blades of grass when noon is peaking The change from dusk to dawn The mating of birds and hounds. I care for the full moon And the constallation of stars I'm in love with the African baboon And the roses that bloom in june Trees and shrubs that just are Green and sparse I delight in the birth puppies and the milking of cows Creatures of the earth that walk or just crawl I am in love with sedimentary rocks And sands of the sahara I am into streams and rivers Gold and silver that I am yet to see Into themes of the titanic and dreams of a mad man I like the farmer at his digging and the proffesor at his teaching The pastor at his preaching I admire the rapper's muse The idential triplets on the news I admire a soldier's courage As do I the techniques of the runway model. The orange cottage by the hill I am fascinated by the witch doctors juju and miracles of the Christian faith The politician's sway The beauty of love and the comfort of hope And ooh! The milky way I am intrigued by the internet's scope I love the lover's gaze and.. The rainbow after a storm Nature and all creation I am intrigued by the prophet Muhammed and the philosophy of the atheist Existance,Diversity,Intergration,Divinity

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I Am I am Imaginary and I am real I wonder About heaven and hell.Death and the after life.Reincarnation I hear words of a poem never written I see the the letters dancing on my page I want To create the unknown I am Imaginary and I am real I pretend to will power over the past and the future I feel powerful I touch the intagible I worry I will not get to to touch everything I cry about the unseen I am Imaginary and I am real I understand reality I say dare imagine I dream pictures I try to paint the canvas I hope for a beautiful creation I am Imaginary and I am real

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Oct 10, 2014

Oct 10, 2014 at 3:39 PM UTC

monicah-kiptoo

And I am

I Am I am Imaginary and I am real I wonder About heaven and hell.Death and the after life.Reincarnation I hear words of a poem never written I see the the letters dancing on my page I want To create the unknown I am Imaginary and I am real I pretend to will power over the past and the future I feel powerful I touch the intagible I worry I will not get to to touch everything I cry about the unseen I am Imaginary and I am real I understand reality I say dare imagine I dream pictures I try to paint the canvas I hope for a beautiful creation I am Imaginary and I am real

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I'm in love with a diabolical being Consume me with the evil of your soul Let us drown to the depths of darkness Drag me to hell then we'll come back Then I will teach you how to pray,trust and forgive And you will learn how to have faith I'll teach you how to live without having to churn and spin your evil threads Let's cry blood and crush our own hearts Then thereafter we'l baptise our own souls And cleanse our own beings Then we'll be rid of our sinful venom I will hold you as you choke on your lies Then offer a glass of salvation when you've struggled enough I'll let your skin burn till it moults So you can regret your every sin I will be your mirror;I will keep your secrets as they are mine Drag me to hell then we'll come back Then you won't have to question where we belong... On the profound side of faith and virtues. We shall not live in pretence! Just because we have the courage to But instead we shall live ib righteousness How I love thee;let me count the ways

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Apr 20, 2014

Apr 20, 2014 at 10:28 AM UTC

monicah-kiptoo

DRAG ME TO HELL

I'm in love with a diabolical being Consume me with the evil of your soul Let us drown to the depths of darkness Drag me to hell then we'll come back Then I will teach you how to pray,trust and forgive And you will learn how to have faith I'll teach you how to live without having to churn and spin your evil threads Let's cry blood and crush our own hearts Then thereafter we'l baptise our own souls And cleanse our own beings Then we'll be rid of our sinful venom I will hold you as you choke on your lies Then offer a glass of salvation when you've struggled enough I'll let your skin burn till it moults So you can regret your every sin I will be your mirror;I will keep your secrets as they are mine Drag me to hell then we'll come back Then you won't have to question where we belong... On the profound side of faith and virtues. We shall not live in pretence! Just because we have the courage to But instead we shall live ib righteousness How I love thee;let me count the ways

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Finally you dissappear from my writings, My stanzas are pure with live philosofies. I want to write about democracy and dictatorship,about nature and existance,books and paintings,fashion & lifestyle. I am free from the love and hurt poems you bound me to write of. Finally,i have found a new muse. One that will not slowly corrode my passion for art as thou hath been doing. I am writing about freedom. I want to cross the boundaries of my imagination and land exactly where im supposed to. Perfection.

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Jan 4, 2014

Jan 4, 2014 at 11:28 PM UTC

monicah-kiptoo

FINALLY.

Finally you dissappear from my writings, My stanzas are pure with live philosofies. I want to write about democracy and dictatorship,about nature and existance,books and paintings,fashion & lifestyle. I am free from the love and hurt poems you bound me to write of. Finally,i have found a new muse. One that will not slowly corrode my passion for art as thou hath been doing. I am writing about freedom. I want to cross the boundaries of my imagination and land exactly where im supposed to. Perfection.

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And finally when the memories start to fade.. you get angry. You get angry because you don't want them replaced. You push away elements that try to make you forget what you were. You still want everything that was special to remain special. Afraid of change, afraid of another person becoming what that person was in your life. You feel like a traitor, because somebody else is trying to make you feel the way he made you feel. Question the very being of your choices, wondering how he would take it if he was still here.. its scary Scary to let a person deep into where he was in your life... You struggle to keep your moments as yours only that no activities with another person will match or pass his. Its a struggle not to let go.. A struggle to keep what you loved and knew. Because somehow you build the future in your head, you wrote a story and he was always a top cast. But now he hardly appears and somehow you always try and keep him in the script And keeping away others who want to be part of that cast. A struggle to hold on to what was, Because that is what you have ever known, what you have always known Who you have ever known.

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Sep 5, 2013

Sep 5, 2013 at 1:28 PM UTC

monicah-kiptoo

lonely night.

And finally when the memories start to fade.. you get angry. You get angry because you don't want them replaced. You push away elements that try to make you forget what you were. You still want everything that was special to remain special. Afraid of change, afraid of another person becoming what that person was in your life. You feel like a traitor, because somebody else is trying to make you feel the way he made you feel. Question the very being of your choices, wondering how he would take it if he was still here.. its scary Scary to let a person deep into where he was in your life... You struggle to keep your moments as yours only that no activities with another person will match or pass his. Its a struggle not to let go.. A struggle to keep what you loved and knew. Because somehow you build the future in your head, you wrote a story and he was always a top cast. But now he hardly appears and somehow you always try and keep him in the script And keeping away others who want to be part of that cast. A struggle to hold on to what was, Because that is what you have ever known, what you have always known Who you have ever known.

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