purity-kimani - Hello Poetry

He hit me once, then again and again I kept screaming... But my voice was like words; without noise, I cried out loud But my tears made a meaningless tune. Who would believe me? Such a gentle face he has His friends thought i was crazy That i had provoked him To them He is an Angel. And now when i see him, When he says sorry I wasn’t myself When he says am his world... It makes me so mad!!! Its like for a moment; i cant breathe! And i wonder how long Before he hits again! Isn’t that how it goes?? And i wonder if am unfair, Not to be able to forgive Or forget. For now my solution Is just to write it down And unburden my heart.

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Jul 9, 2020

Jul 9, 2020 at 4:14 AM UTC

Familiar stranger

He hit me once, then again and again I kept screaming... But my voice was like words; without noise, I cried out loud But my tears made a meaningless tune. Who would believe me? Such a gentle face he has His friends thought i was crazy That i had provoked him To them He is an Angel. And now when i see him, When he says sorry I wasn’t myself When he says am his world... It makes me so mad!!! Its like for a moment; i cant breathe! And i wonder how long Before he hits again! Isn’t that how it goes?? And i wonder if am unfair, Not to be able to forgive Or forget. For now my solution Is just to write it down And unburden my heart.

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She woke up drained, Staring at a familiar stranger, It was her mirror; yet the reflection so unfamiliar Her face filled with anger,with regret Of who she had become Wondering how she got here Wondering how she fell so deep To this dark,ugly pit. She looked around Searching for answers Looking for a rope to hold on Or a familiar hand to grip So she could stand up again Her strength was dripping out Drop by drop; like she had been stabbed deep. Like a thief on a dark night, Vulnerability has crept into her heart She opened her heart to him Just like million times before She felt a great fear Gripping her heart; afraid to be broken Afraid of the pain that could befall her. So she retreated As fast as her heart could She build a wall, not with stones Nor with bricks She built a wall of strength A wall of hidden tears A wall of silence. This time it will be different.. She told herself, She will not love blindly For love can see through lies Love can see doubts Love can smell uncommitment Love can smell secrets She just had to keep the wall up And she will.

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May 8, 2020

May 8, 2020 at 2:21 PM UTC

HER STORY..

She woke up drained, Staring at a familiar stranger, It was her mirror; yet the reflection so unfamiliar Her face filled with anger,with regret Of who she had become Wondering how she got here Wondering how she fell so deep To this dark,ugly pit. She looked around Searching for answers Looking for a rope to hold on Or a familiar hand to grip So she could stand up again Her strength was dripping out Drop by drop; like she had been stabbed deep. Like a thief on a dark night, Vulnerability has crept into her heart She opened her heart to him Just like million times before She felt a great fear Gripping her heart; afraid to be broken Afraid of the pain that could befall her. So she retreated As fast as her heart could She build a wall, not with stones Nor with bricks She built a wall of strength A wall of hidden tears A wall of silence. This time it will be different.. She told herself, She will not love blindly For love can see through lies Love can see doubts Love can smell uncommitment Love can smell secrets She just had to keep the wall up And she will.

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we all hate to talk about it openly, maybe coz the friends that let us down often are the ones we've shared most of our better lives and deep secrets with. or maybe because we are scared of admitting our poor choices in life. I mean don't you at once regret telling certain people so much and at the end of the day they use it against you go telling other people? reality is that fakeness is the new trend in town among friends this days. some people die inside when they see you happier than them and they will do anything to steal that from you. they will try to be you,take what they think belongs to u or made you happy. such stupid misconception! been there so many times and it ****** me off that some people don't know what loyalty is. you lift them up and they shamelessly try to pull you down. but I learnt something; when my circle got smaller my vision got clearer there is so much strength in loyalty, not numbers! so cut the fake numbers down and thank me later! P.KIMS DIARY@C2018 real talk

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Sep 10, 2018

Sep 10, 2018 at 2:12 PM UTC

FAKE FRIENDS....real talk.

we all hate to talk about it openly, maybe coz the friends that let us down often are the ones we've shared most of our better lives and deep secrets with. or maybe because we are scared of admitting our poor choices in life. I mean don't you at once regret telling certain people so much and at the end of the day they use it against you go telling other people? reality is that fakeness is the new trend in town among friends this days. some people die inside when they see you happier than them and they will do anything to steal that from you. they will try to be you,take what they think belongs to u or made you happy. such stupid misconception! been there so many times and it ****** me off that some people don't know what loyalty is. you lift them up and they shamelessly try to pull you down. but I learnt something; when my circle got smaller my vision got clearer there is so much strength in loyalty, not numbers! so cut the fake numbers down and thank me later! P.KIMS DIARY@C2018 real talk

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She didn’t miraculously wake up with a whole bottle of ***** or whiskey in her hands ,Infact she hated the first sip of it. The tingling sensation on her soft lips and tongue was not really something she loved.But she sipped on; slowly and lost in thoughts. Hoping every bitter gulp would drown the emptiness that was slowly engulfing her pure innocent soul. She hoped the pain ailing her would all be gone in the morning and she would be happy, free and unscarred. But it was a fantasy cut short by the unfriendlly world she found herself in.Her search for love met by a million heartbreaks.Her passion in life crushed by a corrupt,rotten system.Dreams of a happy family gone in a split flash. Friends slipping away before she could stop them. How could she dare to trust again? So she sipped on and on,danced wild and hard...One glass after another until she couldn’t feel a thing.She wished the feelling would last ;of a freed body,soul and mind but alas! It never came to pass. I know her too well, I feel the weight of the anger flowing through her veins,I feel her struggle in every letter on this page. The solace she finds in her glass of ***** is heavenly. It takes her to a safe place where she doesn’t have to turn and toss sleeplessly all night.where she can laugh,jump and dance without a worry;all by herself. She has been judged a million times but she still wont trade her bottle.for it never walks out on her,never betrays her trust, never demands more than she can give,always there when she feels like giving up. And in silence, her bottle understands and keeps her secrets like no human can. So if you meet her,leave her to sip her drink in peace.for if you can’t be as loyal as her bottle,then she doesn’t need you at all.

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Aug 21, 2017

Aug 21, 2017 at 9:30 PM UTC

HER BOTTLE IS LOYAL..

She didn’t miraculously wake up with a whole bottle of ***** or whiskey in her hands ,Infact she hated the first sip of it. The tingling sensation on her soft lips and tongue was not really something she loved.But she sipped on; slowly and lost in thoughts. Hoping every bitter gulp would drown the emptiness that was slowly engulfing her pure innocent soul. She hoped the pain ailing her would all be gone in the morning and she would be happy, free and unscarred. But it was a fantasy cut short by the unfriendlly world she found herself in.Her search for love met by a million heartbreaks.Her passion in life crushed by a corrupt,rotten system.Dreams of a happy family gone in a split flash. Friends slipping away before she could stop them. How could she dare to trust again? So she sipped on and on,danced wild and hard...One glass after another until she couldn’t feel a thing.She wished the feelling would last ;of a freed body,soul and mind but alas! It never came to pass. I know her too well, I feel the weight of the anger flowing through her veins,I feel her struggle in every letter on this page. The solace she finds in her glass of ***** is heavenly. It takes her to a safe place where she doesn’t have to turn and toss sleeplessly all night.where she can laugh,jump and dance without a worry;all by herself. She has been judged a million times but she still wont trade her bottle.for it never walks out on her,never betrays her trust, never demands more than she can give,always there when she feels like giving up. And in silence, her bottle understands and keeps her secrets like no human can. So if you meet her,leave her to sip her drink in peace.for if you can’t be as loyal as her bottle,then she doesn’t need you at all.

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Something drew me to him He was warm and humorous His hand lingered on mine Soft as a feathers’ brush His words were a soft caress my ears couldn't resist It was like playing my favorite lyrics I listened,believed and danced to his tune My instincts pushed me to ran Away from his uncertain eyes Escape from his unsteady gaze But i stayed.. Together we strayed Oh no!.. my unsuspecting heart led me Wait!. I think my body mislead me.. Or was it the few shots of ***** Oh how easily I trusted! And how wish I didn’t I should have known Fake caresses cause deep wounds. I feel it now The tight painful grip on my heart Slowly wriggling to my stomach The anger is sickening! Pass me a bottle of wine For tonight I shall drown that anger I will erase the insignificant memory Of his deceitful caress. P.KIMS.@C2016

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Mar 1, 2017

Mar 1, 2017 at 5:19 PM UTC

DECEITFUL CARESS..

Something drew me to him He was warm and humorous His hand lingered on mine Soft as a feathers’ brush His words were a soft caress my ears couldn't resist It was like playing my favorite lyrics I listened,believed and danced to his tune My instincts pushed me to ran Away from his uncertain eyes Escape from his unsteady gaze But i stayed.. Together we strayed Oh no!.. my unsuspecting heart led me Wait!. I think my body mislead me.. Or was it the few shots of ***** Oh how easily I trusted! And how wish I didn’t I should have known Fake caresses cause deep wounds. I feel it now The tight painful grip on my heart Slowly wriggling to my stomach The anger is sickening! Pass me a bottle of wine For tonight I shall drown that anger I will erase the insignificant memory Of his deceitful caress. P.KIMS.@C2016

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It started with a flashy diamond ring Which he put on my middle finger Call me a gold-digger but I love shiny,precious and expensive stones on my skin I definitely said YES. And before I even updated my facebook status Or ***** about it with my girlfriend I was halfway on a trip to meet my in-laws And then the rules began flowing in The do’s and dont’s I tried to change Oh yes i Did Tried biting my tongue often so his friends would love me Wearing the dresses he liked To portray his flashy lifestyle Laughing at his dry,stupid jokes Ain't that what loyal girlfriends do? I couldn’t even drink my favorite beer Or my favorite tequila shots Dance my troubles away like crazy Whats would his mates say? ‘Good girls drink wine, clean, Cook and wait for the man to come home’ He said so. So I decided to try and change Sat through his boring meetings Let him do all the talking Let him take care of me Ask for permission when going out And report when I get back home Pick his calls at the first ring I let him own me. I was in heaven but only for a short time His claws started showing Lies, games and his real character And lots of baby mamas’ It hit me a little too late In my effort to please him and everyone else, I had lost myself,my dreams, my freedom I had forgotten how beautiful and ambitious I am For what? Love? A piece of diamond? Hell no! I can buy tones of shiny gems on my own. I gladly let him walk away I was sad for a moment Then back to the happy gal I always was. Being single ain’t a disability so take all the time you need till you get where you wonna be.

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Oct 25, 2016

Oct 25, 2016 at 4:36 PM UTC

WHY AM ABRUPTLY SINGLE

It started with a flashy diamond ring Which he put on my middle finger Call me a gold-digger but I love shiny,precious and expensive stones on my skin I definitely said YES. And before I even updated my facebook status Or ***** about it with my girlfriend I was halfway on a trip to meet my in-laws And then the rules began flowing in The do’s and dont’s I tried to change Oh yes i Did Tried biting my tongue often so his friends would love me Wearing the dresses he liked To portray his flashy lifestyle Laughing at his dry,stupid jokes Ain't that what loyal girlfriends do? I couldn’t even drink my favorite beer Or my favorite tequila shots Dance my troubles away like crazy Whats would his mates say? ‘Good girls drink wine, clean, Cook and wait for the man to come home’ He said so. So I decided to try and change Sat through his boring meetings Let him do all the talking Let him take care of me Ask for permission when going out And report when I get back home Pick his calls at the first ring I let him own me. I was in heaven but only for a short time His claws started showing Lies, games and his real character And lots of baby mamas’ It hit me a little too late In my effort to please him and everyone else, I had lost myself,my dreams, my freedom I had forgotten how beautiful and ambitious I am For what? Love? A piece of diamond? Hell no! I can buy tones of shiny gems on my own. I gladly let him walk away I was sad for a moment Then back to the happy gal I always was. Being single ain’t a disability so take all the time you need till you get where you wonna be.

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Little by little, I saw the world beneath her feet crumble, Leaving her nothing to hold on to, Her eyes blurred... She couldnt hold the tears anymore. In a flashback, She saw her life come to an end, What would she live for?, he was her life, and that life was sinking fast. she couldnt comprehend, why he would stab her so deep, so severely.. It couldnt be true,she told herself, there had to be a mistake. sadly, it was no dream It was real, he was leaving her, unaware of the wounds and pain, his footprints would bear. I should have held her hand, I should have wiped her tears, but how could i? My pain would crawl in too, She would be without a husband And I, without a Dad.

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Aug 18, 2015

Aug 18, 2015 at 12:18 AM UTC

PAIN OVERDOSE

Little by little, I saw the world beneath her feet crumble, Leaving her nothing to hold on to, Her eyes blurred... She couldnt hold the tears anymore. In a flashback, She saw her life come to an end, What would she live for?, he was her life, and that life was sinking fast. she couldnt comprehend, why he would stab her so deep, so severely.. It couldnt be true,she told herself, there had to be a mistake. sadly, it was no dream It was real, he was leaving her, unaware of the wounds and pain, his footprints would bear. I should have held her hand, I should have wiped her tears, but how could i? My pain would crawl in too, She would be without a husband And I, without a Dad.

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I cant help to notice how his head quickly turns whenever she passes by, how his eyes seems to devour every part of her body. or is it my imagination? I can feel my heart racing anger and pain engulfs my heart wondering if am good enough worried if am being paranoid. my hand he tightly holds walking closely by my side but is his mind with me too? am I hoping for the impossible? I want him to look at me like am the only one for him like am the one his heart and body yearns for I want to be more than enough.

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Jul 10, 2015

Jul 10, 2015 at 10:59 PM UTC

NOT GOOD ENOUGH?

I cant help to notice how his head quickly turns whenever she passes by, how his eyes seems to devour every part of her body. or is it my imagination? I can feel my heart racing anger and pain engulfs my heart wondering if am good enough worried if am being paranoid. my hand he tightly holds walking closely by my side but is his mind with me too? am I hoping for the impossible? I want him to look at me like am the only one for him like am the one his heart and body yearns for I want to be more than enough.

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He wasn't there when his daughter needed him, But she never stopped trying to be in his life. She never stopped being his daughter. She hopes he knows that.

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Jun 28, 2015

Jun 28, 2015 at 7:26 PM UTC

To My Father

He wasn't there when his daughter needed him, But she never stopped trying to be in his life. She never stopped being his daughter. She hopes he knows that.

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i feel it a cold tightening grip in my heart i can barely breathe my cheeks are burning my lips shaking not to utter a word i hear only an echo of my clenched teeth. i want to hit a wall or break a glass probably hit my spinning head hard such an urge to crash something! am powerless against this emotion for i never see it coming Oh anger!how do i shove you away? your weight is killing my shoulders pushing me on my knees pinning my spirit down the drain my strength is diminishing what then shall i become if this wretched emotions overpowers me?

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Jun 15, 2015

Jun 15, 2015 at 10:25 PM UTC

OVERPOWERED?...

i feel it a cold tightening grip in my heart i can barely breathe my cheeks are burning my lips shaking not to utter a word i hear only an echo of my clenched teeth. i want to hit a wall or break a glass probably hit my spinning head hard such an urge to crash something! am powerless against this emotion for i never see it coming Oh anger!how do i shove you away? your weight is killing my shoulders pushing me on my knees pinning my spirit down the drain my strength is diminishing what then shall i become if this wretched emotions overpowers me?

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