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Tumimchunu Aug 2015
Your kisses are like 90s RnB,
Slow and Sensual,
Your touch is like poetry,
Makin' me drift from the usual.
My mind, soul, body,
Being elevated by an individual,
But what can I say?
Cos I'm enjoying being taken away ...
It hasn't been once but thrice,
So you'd think I've had enough now,
Yet everytime I still get enticed,
whenever you're around.
My emotions are in full flight,
and I don't want them coming down.
There's nothing I can say,
Because I'm enjoying being taken away ...
Tumimchunu Aug 2014
Heaven only knows,
Or so we're told,
If that is so,
Then why does it feel like I'm losing control,
If Heaven really knows,
Then why do I feel so alone,
As if there's no place to go,
No-one to console,
While all these tears start to flow,
If Heaven really knew,
Then why am I locked up in my room,
Feeling like a fool,
As I try hide this bruise..
Heaven looks down as I look up to find,
Some clear blue skies,
Behind the lies,
I try to reach my hand to him,
But his light's a bit dim,
So my chances of seeing him,
Become a bit too slim,
So I simply stay,
And continue the game,
Of searching through this maze,
Filled with teenagers setting flames,
To the inside of their bony frames,
So I wonder if Heaven can hear,
As I shout from here,
Will he wipe away the tears,
And get rid of my fears.
Or will he say no,
Even though he is the only that knows.
Tumimchunu Jun 2014
You shine so bright,
Blessing us with your light,
Around the sun so insignificant,
As he shadows your magnificence,
But night will cone with no electricity,
And people will flock to the city,
Begging you to flicker for them please,
But you're not at ease,
Because of the times you were forgotten in the dark,
When people didn't notice your spark,
You don't need them they need you,
Until the moon kills your mood as she replaces you.
Writing by candle light. Got tired of soppy.
Tumimchunu May 2014
8 months,
While couples patiently,
Wait,
To embrace the warm body,
Of their new child,
She sits, trapped,
By four corners,
Cold, lifeless, loveless .
With nothing but a pillow to embrace.
Within her gray matter she seeks,
A clue to see if she still matters.
No colour but black, white or red
Of the bricks built inside to decrease her space.
8 months,
The time it took to lose her path,
The thoughts and regrets blur her vision of lights.
Although no space for her,
She lives to find her light,
She manages to survive without him,
She just wonders if one day,
Someone will destroy these layers of walls,
To release the beauty in her,
Will there be someone patient enough to lead her back to the path.
Another wait, perhaps another 8 months.
Tumimchunu May 2014
Where did the innocence go?
Doves turned to ravens,
Juicesboxes turned to bottles,
Toxic beverages leaving poisoned bodies to roam these streets,
Possessing personalities of *******,
Suckers turned to joints,
The high replaced the feeling of love,
Which could propel you to places beyond any hallucination,
Virgins mimicked, giggled at,
Wide eyed stares penetrate their skin as they stroll on streets,
Whispers fill rooms as their sealed bodies strut,
Jealous viewers stand, shattered,
With no purity to share with their loved ones.
Thinking their assets can be displayed for the public to adjudicate,
Maybe we're to young to know about love,
We're young, yes we are.
But what good is a young nation,
With poisoned , broken youth.
What good is a nation with no future leaders.
So I'm asking, where did the innocence go?
Tell me so I can know.
So I can replace the demons that lurk in these infants,
With the innocence that should gleam,
From their flesh.
An old poem written when I was a bud in the poetry biz (retro)
Tumimchunu May 2014
Black butterfly,
You fly the same,
Gracefully with wings that flutter with
Such beauty,
Misunderstood,
As a dark creature with no purpose,
But with wings and metamorphosis,
What is it still?
A butterfly,
It may be dark , lost, shut out,
But its beauty is still there.
Absorbing the rainbows of others in its own wings,
Fly away pretty butterfly,
To another place where you will be judged.
Tumimchunu May 2014
Trips to Saturn with stops on the moon,
The only one to burst this cocoon,
With butterflies that fly like,
Spaceships
Above and it's you to blame for these trips,
Without a drug,
Just symptoms of a love bug.
With fever and hallucinations,
Of us together ruling a nation,
Your name scattered in the city lights,
And the stars which spell out my love
For you so bright,
My head's a buzz with what it could be,
Oh how I wish you could know me.

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