She looked at me and smiled
All I can remember, is that
Her smile was as pretty as the
Sun's ray on a gloomy day
The joy she gave me was as grand
As the pain I felt.
Somehow I knew I had prepared
Myself for this moment,
She squeezed my hand for the last time as she let go of it , it seemed as she was letting go of life. And as her angel took her soul bit, by bit, She still smiled.
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 11:39 AM UTC
My matric year
When life became so complex
When my heart got broken for the second time
When mom got cancer
When mom died inside
When I stopped living
And started drowning
When I should be studying
My matric year
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 12:34 PM UTC
Leonora stands on a balcony, absent-mindedly , all the city life has blurred her ability to stop and devour the city skyline. She stares at her diary flooding with ideas and pieces of writing she doesn't know what she'll do with.
Her attention is filled with ecstacy because of the morning cigarette of thinly wrapped marijuana, she occasionally puffs along with a glass of expensive white wine she barely can afford. She doesn't know it yet but her being lost is her being on track's way. The morning star breaks dawn as she sits on her chair and crumples the pages of her diary writing her recently found adoration of sunrise.
The clothes covering her petite figure, her big unkempt natural afro and barely furnished apartment looks modern but her spirit still roams the valleys of back home.
The Lost One is never lost
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 2:28 AM UTC