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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
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 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 Oct 2017
How would you feel if you heard the news that I was dead?
What would you do if you found out from your friends that I was dead?
Would you cycle through your mind,
Think of all the things you should've said, or could've done differently?
If I was dead?
Hanging on by a thread.
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 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 Sep 2017
"I wanna dance with you all night,
When it's dark,
Until it is bright,
They're playin' the music that we're lovin',
Just to get enough of you,
You, you..."
Tumimchunu Aug 2016
golden sun knocks on the door,
of  black skies.
its rays reach to the ****,
to try open.
but it's winter here,
so your early warmth,
is blocked by my night cloud's keys.
Sometimes you're too isolated in your winter to open the door to those who want to make you feel their warmth.
Tumimchunu Aug 2016
Navy sky and stars in their splendour/
Fragile night quiet and tender/
I look above and see the moon/
And I know you see it too/
So I ask for it to keep you in sight/
And whisper these words to you,
Goodnight/
I want the moon to carry these words in its arms and post this letter to your heart ...
Tumimchunu Dec 2016
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Nor is it that we are powerful beyond measure.

Our deepest fear is located in the silence of 3AM
As your mind plays its chords that echo the passage.

Our deepest fear is located in the voids
That can't be filled by the temporary.

Our deepest fear is the realisation that we are what we're scared of.
When the thoughts won't let you close your eyes.
Tumimchunu Dec 2015
The leaves turn green,  brown and then fall.
Changes I'm oblivious to as I fantasize about the seeds.
The passion that breathed within with every pull inhaled into lungs as they turned oxygen into love.
The petals that blossomed through the photosynthesis quickened by your radiance.
And though you peeled and picked through me ... I still ponder around.

My hair turns curly,  straight and then short.
Changes I'm oblivious to as my feet stay grounded in the imprints of your soil.
Your arms that hold me firm and comfort me,
The harm that wont be coming as you remain a shield.
From the start, walking towards the shock .. the novacane you provide Frankly.
And though your presence brings sweat to my palms.. i still ponder around.

The hymns around me, endless.
Changes I'm oblivious to as I repeat the same tunes.
Warmth from the pink skies painted with a rose coloured brush.
Each stroke from a slow dance that never happened.
But now my body sways to the infinite chords of nostalgia.
Singing melodies skimming past the edges of silver linings.
And though I start to see these sorroundings. . I still ponder around.

These changes taking place near to me and yet I'm oblivious to their tune.
As I choose to tear myself from the truth that today's pool is better to swim in than  yesterday's sea of tears and though it takes a lot to testify to this ... I can't ponder around searching anymore ...
28/12/15 01:30 am
I wrote this because I was looking at how much of a nostalgic person I am. To the point where I ignore all the positive changes taking place currently in my life. . . A toxic practice that needs to be left behind.
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.
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 ...

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