These scars are my momentos
Kiss every inch to my toes
Drain my sorrow with your love
Be my dark desire my love

My mother dresses me in gowns,
stockings, fleece jackets,
She pulls my hair up into a ponytail,
sometimes braids it into conrows,
She spanks my *** when i mess it,
She scolds when my outfit is ***** or greasy,

My father lives in the South side,
He dresses me in a suit and tie,
He likes my hair in a bun,
On the weekends he likes me in sweatpants and a tee-shirt,
***** and greasy in his garage,

I like me having a choice,
I want me on overalls, shorts, jeans and african print on Sundays,
I like my hair messy and short,
I hate the society norms

She sets the dinner table
Sits down and places a napkin on her laps
Fills her wine glass and
With every sip of gasoline
She sparks a conversation
With the demons awakened
By the ruins of her childhood
©CathyDevan

I never write love poems
This isn't one either
It's my heart desire
It's my last note
I hope you could visit
Sit on the gravel
Tell me about your day
Life, new family
Wipe the dust off
And
Place a fresh bunch of lillies

At a glance
I saw a gigantic figure swaying
Stopped to watch it vanish
At glance it became my lost friend

I was taken a back to childhood
In childhood games hide and seek
But now fully grown with influence
Moving melodically with my fiancé

So not of same nature frail in solitude
God our maker with lots of gratitude
Later we were sailing in the boat of grace
Celebrating in the same boat of life fragrance
©CathyDevan

what do i write
is it because i have nothing to write
or because i have a lot of things to write about
i just started to write just so i can fill the paper
and it's not empty
let me stop because i will fill the whole book and i have borrowed it
©Grace Njeri

Alone, nowhere to go
I call it the end
Wait for it



Death.....

My head is heavy
The earth is void
The vultures await
My body is weak
Hunger devours
My legs shake
Covered in dust
This is my last prayer
Darkness overwhelms,
My whole being

She hides behind the poems
That lay in her draft
Screaming to be published
©

I dont reminisce this typpa love that comes and go
I would rather be a b** *** that what you gonna call me  after i trip away
This love ***** and its **** even harder after heartbreak
You  only live once
Dont stress over one lil body yet the world got over 7 billion people.

He had a crooked smile
Disfigured nose
Hair,like small grains of rice
He wore his heart on his sleeves
Literally.
Bleeding
Unevenly woven
Pieces missing

The clay model of him
Lay beside me
As I contemplated breaking him more
Like he did me
I like it that he 'feels' how I feel
Maybe this is the first step
To healing my broken feelings
©

He wrote till dusk
A perfect rhyme
A haiku
Published
Only it was his death note
©

Shreds of black hair
Lay littered beside the cesspool
Of the dried blood
The smell was filthy
Carpet stained
Broken razors lay
In a rusty plate
That was filled
With half smoked blunts
Wet ashes
Half burnt notes
Burnt matches
The small candle lit
Gloriously on
The bedside table
The only sign of life
In the small unkempt room
The remains of a depressed
Town girl,a hottie
Rumors had it
Bundled notes were found
Tucked under her three
Pound mattress
Maybe it wasn't suicide after all
But then maybe it was
©

She hurls insults
Full of bitterness
Loathed with sadness
And a pinch of darkness
To the gods
That promised a better over morrow
To the songs
That cover her bruises no more
To the stars
That are filled with hope that no longer exists
©

Life flies like a bee
Searching for nectar
Lacks and misses
As life is
Expriences relays more
Life a myth
Prudence the answer.
©

I don't really care where you go as long as you are out of my head😔

I plucked a white rose,
In the graveyard.