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Pain is inevitable,
Suffering is optional.
The crossroads of success,
Is always constructional.

If we could become tress,
Solid and stoic, deep rooted
In Mother Earth's flesh;
We could stand firm
Through the tempest, unswayed.

But we are only humans.
Covered in darkness.
Hiding behind our fears,
Timidly withdrawing from
The ominous tempest.

So, embrace the fury,
The daunting gales that
Once were scary.
After all, you can't
Stop the waves,
But you can learn to surf.

And even if you sank,
Deeper into the void,
At least you'll drown
Knowing there was
Beauty In The Struggle.
 May 2024 The Bemba Child
Zainab
I’d rather you touch me with your deep conversations,
Be stimulated by your personality,
Open up to you spiritually,
Receive your intellect,
Blow your mind,
Taste every word that leaves your lips,
Gently undress your thoughts or better yet, strip away your walls,
Make love to your inner conscious,
How’s that for excitement?
We fell in love by chance,
We stay in love by choice.
You know you have the one when they make your day brighter than the sun.
Her laugh would make your heart spike up on the graph.
When she speaks you would smile cheek to cheek.
You know you have the one
When your heart wants her to be a part...
Your face is my favorite picture,
There’s no need to adjust.
You’re better than you think you are,
There’s nothing more I could ask.
You’re my daydream that’s for sure,
A dream I wish won’t last.
 Jan 2024 The Bemba Child
nivek
Being unique, consequently the ultimate rarity,
each person has a view;
Some can only see themselves, tied and bound to frustration of almost all that they desire and do.
Some see way beyond themselves, desiring the very best for everyone,
dedicated to a higher love, sustained by their desire.
Pity would be no more,
If we did not make somebody Poor;
And Mercy no more could be.
If all were as happy as we;

And mutual fear brings peace;
Till the selfish loves increase.
Then Cruelty knits a snare,
And spreads his baits with care.

He sits down with holy fears.
And waters the ground with tears:
Then Humility takes its root
Underneath his foot.

Soon spreads the dismal shade
Of Mystery over his head;
And the Caterpillar and Fly
Feed on the Mystery.

And it bears the fruit of Deceit.
Ruddy and sweet to eat:
And the Raven his nest has made
In its thickest shade.

The Gods of the earth and sea,
Sought thro’ Nature to find this Tree
But their search was all in vain:
There grows one in the Human Brain
I hate when I'm told
That being nice is getting old
And that my smile should be sold
To the highest bidder.
Now, I know I'm a quitter
But at least I'm not bitter
About the cards I've been dealt
Because no matter how I've felt
My heart will always melt
From the sun's rays
That clear up cloudy greys
And promises better days.
Days where it's only fair
That we learn how to share
And most importantly,
We care.
Being nice to others shouldn't be so much of a surprise.
I've been struggling
For so long
I've been feeling down
Like there was no hope

I haven't been able to sleep tonight
My mind has been so full
Full of thoughts
But this time
After such a long while
They are nice

I had a moment of realization
When I knew I had to write
No matter how bad this poem would turn out
I needed to share
Share that after months of sadness
Today I've had a sudden appearance of happiness
Eyes are all puffy
Hair is disheveled
Tears in gelato
Make it much sweeter

The heart thumps loudly
Each cell 100 pounds
The distance from you
Increases the force

When I lie awake
And wish for you near
You are closer than
If I see you daily

Yearning for the zenith
Brings so much pleasure
What is left to want
When the end does come?
Life is a beautiful mess. Half of the suffering is in the desire for something more, something else, something better. Half of the suffering is in getting exactly what you want.
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