A sultry melodious voice echoed
the sky is here for the stars to shine

Inside every person you know,
There is a person you don’t know

Without rain nothing grows

Never trust
Few are loyal
Fewer are honest

The elite English language
Written or spoken
Sometimes imagined or painted
Cannot fully explain the depth
of a broken heart

Some  poems are not intended to heal old wounds
but to scorch them

for the pain is the only high we have left
that cares enough to hurt  us

When the questions remain questions

Are you a gangster or
a thief seeking attention

Are you an artist or
a  voyager painting words

Are you a poet or
a plagiarist seeking love

Are you a Saint or
a sinner searching for salvation

Are you my heart or
a tattooed scar stuck on my chest

Are you a fisherman or
a sailor giving life a second chance

Are you the moon or
a lonely sun ravaging through your days

Are you moving forward or
dragging through tormenting memories

°*There is a clear line between right and blur
I don't know which one is wrong
but
since you've been gone
I've been hanging on
a thread of lost ghost

Kimberly
that's a beautiful name
but
with you
I kept  acing mistakes

I just don't get it
I love it soo much that I hate

I feel torn
Cruising towards reality

I feel written
A poem remembered

I feel loved
Enjoyed and celebrated

I  feel your warmth
On the blankets you left behind

I feel like the moon
always chasing the sun

I feel like a smile
a universal perfect mask

Sometimes my thoughts exhaust me
Thinking, can be Crippling
Alwys analyzing different veriation of a possible outcome

Trying to figure out logic
In words spoken
Words thought

Trying to understand
The meaning of reason
Behind a speck
of an idea
Or sometimes a wish not processed

All this in the name of sanity
While deciphering the insanity
In the sanity we enjoy

Sometimes I feel like a memory
Of a person
like I have been lived before
Broken before
Devoured and scattered
In all corners of the Earth
Like am a voyager with a broken compass

Sometimes I feel like am too small
the world is too big
and I, an insignificant being
no relevance to anything that matter

Sometimes I feel like
I should go out and scream
Let go of this attachment called being  human
Cry a little
And die a little
Embrace pain and love
Embrace death and hope
Embrace belief and hate
Embrace nothing and something

I've never actually been in a club

This is my first experience, and I believe the noise is too much for anyone who wants to keep their sanity intact
Where is the fun in loosing your eardrums?

Please someone enlighten

As you grew older

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You thought you was bolder

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But the world threw so much
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and you couldn't shoulder

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But I am
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we are
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with you

I only dreamt
but for a while

*I had hopes
for a better tomorrow

for you






for me






for us





I was young and still falling in love
I was young and still learning how to fly
I was young and still discovering nature and the wilds

I am still
young
and that
I fear most

Only those  you trust can betray you

Time is life

don't waste yours

Time is life
Don't waste yours

Its 3:24 am
My mind is still lost in the woods
Or is it the intoxicating reality
shoved down my throat
that blurs my thoughts
from accessing different avenues
of what could have been

324 times he tried calling
But you missed the calls
Missed the love
he longed to pour
Missed the story
that could have been

She tried to forgive you 3 times
but she couldn't almost always
sit around and fret
2 times, she caught you
4 times, you swore never again
but
your tale is that of oil and water
you couldn't have been

He can feel your pulse
beating with life
Your warm smile
your enviable dimples

She  can feel your love
Your sense of adventure
Your unwritten tales

He can feel your heart
Your love
transcending through all galaxies

She can feel your ache
coursing through her body
your innocence taken
your dreams shuttered

He could feel your pulse fading
her heart cluttered
his tears frozen

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She carries her burdened smile
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everywhere she goes
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begging for kindness
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everyday of her   .     days
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Shelter her today                              .
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For your tomorrow might be heavier                   .
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Forget the hate                                        .
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And be her angel                       .
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Offering better days   .
                            
ahead         






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Walking slow
Cause am drunk

Singing songs
to forget your love

Buying duct
to tape my heart

Weeping for
my ailing heart.

You said
I'll never be alone

I know am far
from perfect

But you promised me
the stars

ever since
I've been singing
songs of a broken heart

Like I didn't know what's gonna happen
i bought her a book
Instead of that wine

Curious! So she came over
I waited for that wine, you know!

I preferred when you get lost in words
the way you stare and pay attention
like it's your story
or maybe someday our story

us meeting
maybe it wasn't a coincidence,
when you came into my life
you became a part of my story

a glass of wine
while we watch the sun set
as our story continues

Thus your life is stuck with many dreaded thoughts

But a promise of hope isn't fading

It shouldn't

This is what life is
a scented flower but venomous

I was told your fate is in your own hand
But again I was taught that my fate is in God's hands

Some days I get it
other days I don't

But I do get hope
After all its the only thing I do get

I was a preacher  in a church
and i fell in love with your mother
then came the excommunication

I betrayed my vows
I betrayed my own brothers

she said
women speak 7000 words a day
but couldn't find perfect words for me

so we went under
the house of bones
and there
I was told
ghost stories

I hate this world, the more I am in it, the more I feel the need to look for a way out.

But that is no way to go for a man as great as I, I will wait and see what fate has in store for me.

When the world wakes up in the morning, the first thing they see is the beautiful sunrise.

They feel the warm rays on their face and breath in the fresh air.

When I wake up in the morning, I just feel the weight of my existence pressing me.

Pulling, pulling and pulling and I am afraid, for the time will come when there's nothing left to pull.

So tell me is that a way for a man as great as I to live?

my life has been scripted in weird  ways

Just woke up in the most magnificent of rooms.

barely feel alive

already reminded of my suffering ,the royal kind.

I didn't ask for any of this.

An  empire,gold,women,slaves—my demise

Life can change in a jiffy!!!


dreamers dream,but I don't

expressing my imaginations in an optical way

Acting out my frustrations

Trying to remove this monster in me


Gold never gave me a smile

Man is a sinner, but judge him not
Even though his character is that of a sinister, weep for him not
For the fake tear, will crust on your heart
A price so dear, to pay as a Saint

As I walked  down the streets, a voice screamed
Placing gamble on help, forgetting humanity is deaf
The drunkard speaks
She wore a provocative cloth, like she's begging me to....!
What about her rights, or fear has consumed them
Like the gays in the shadows
Playing Russian roulette with life

Rights
Hush
The government is nothing but a facade
Created to keep you under control
Haven't you ever thought the irony of
Freedom
Being your right

For the meek
Men in suits are nothing
but our hopes and dreams
Of success
Or irate wearing a mask called mentor

But do you have what it takes
To unleash your Pandoras box
On the weak?
For your custom made suit
so that your rights of existence
Are not assumed

Staggering pain

Placing your hopes like a new prey

talking to me like your new bait

Thinking about you makes me suffocate

Decimate

Penetrate

Whatever's left of my cremate(d) heart

Its nothing if your old and weary
you still posses devastating words
so take my heart
and give me yours

I hate being caught in the crossroads of thinking, wanting and believing