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Dicra with an E Dec 2019
White scarfs, bald heads, short hair, lengthy strands
That's what colours our days,
Though, not until you realize the shadows within,
And the darkness beneath, where;
The spears clutch,
And the blood spurs,
Yet the ocean's still blue.

It is in the ocean, where;
Patterns are drawn,
And together make the beam,
There beneath, are letters,
Some in blue and others in red,
Then you must realize,
How deceptive the ocean's blue is.

It is the sea camouflaging the blue ink,
And coating the beetroots,
What if we were alike?
How about religion was love?
Then, the ocean would be white,
To somehow reveal the darkness,
The dark concealed underneath worship roofs.
Dicra with an E Dec 2019
I remember, the voice,
Well no, it was scream, yet too soft,
Soft enough, like the pat on my shoulder
Perhaps, its warm arms, she desired
It wasn’t as cold, to cuddle the fire
But it’s the heat, that warms a cold heart
My inner me, did not want love,
Maybe just that peace of the heart,
It was not suicidal, I preferred it pain elsewhere,
Not in my heart, no!

I was at the edge of a cliff,
My self against the whirlwind
I was sure, it was time to end it,
The pat again, and this time round,
She said, ‘hold on a little longer’
But why? it was pathetic enough!
My horoscope was so dark,
Then what’s the reason to breath,
Well, I was just surviving, and not living?
This time round, she tapped me hastily,
‘Hey! We are not mad; we are just stigmatized!’
Dicra with an E Dec 2019
I snuggle in my sleep; I utter words in silence
I miss my steps of times in
I make haste every time I walk; I look up in fear
I am afraid, afraid of murmurs and hideous looks,
I am the scared, sad little Linzy.

She has a secret word engraved in the palm of her hand
She clenches her fist when I near to say hi,
She has a glare on her face every time our eyes meet
She moves her chair in a rush when I am near her,
She is my day’s existential horror

I look through the window in my small corner
I take a close look to see a reflection of me
I buy lenses so I can take a better gaze
I see none and this horrifies me even more
I am the scared sad little Linzy.

She appears liberated and eager to divulge
She walks right beside me during lunch hour
She lets me see the secret word, it is an epiphany
It was not a word, it was a formation of scars
She had dwelled on thorns instead of the beautiful roses
So did I!
Dicra with an E Nov 2019
Years, down down the line,
For a while, I spoke in my brain,
Just to tell the tale of the rain
And how I didnt like the rays of its sun
I wanted to speak out yet!
Of how the sun shrinked my skin
And how its rays, scorched my beauty
I wanted to shout yet again!
To let the world know of its immense,
How many stones, I flew to the sky,
How much I battled with its rays

That was not the story,
It was all about the heart,
How the burn was intense!
And I hated the rays more,
I hated how heavy it all was,
I wanted light but not that of rays,
Maybe the light to neutralize the weight!

She tapped me,
And maybe I had forgotten,
I needed the ray of hope,
But too late, the rain washed it away!!
Speaking of a soul that distances itself from holding on to a hope, it had once lost.
Dicra with an E Jun 2019
He held my hand,
Whispers moved
"no more time left "
That was a heartbeat
I escaped

Momma hugged me
She kissed my forehead
"no more men out there "
I turned on the radio,
My own voice sounded
"you are no more"

And I dance with the tune,
Nothing more,
I gat no place here
No more
Dicra with an E Jun 2019
You knew it,
You knew how much you meant,
But I didn't know,
I was the chaff
And you were the grain

I was ready to withstand,
I saw how you drunk with them
You came tipsy
I didn't mind
In the name of love

I am not a dreamer
Neither do I see visions
How could I know?
I was there like a stream
For the sake of lack

You dropped me in an ocean,
You were sure I couldn't make it out,
Waters washed my scent away,
And you poured darkness upon me,
It's only you who knew.

I'm sending a drop,
It's carried by the rains,
Save me from this ******* of fake love,
I need my free air,
I'm suffocating, you can trust

Taste that tear drop,
It's salty unlike the raindrop,
Make sure it's bubble doesn't break,
Just that,
Just let me down slowly
That's a love poem, just asking to be released from love that loves a part and I'm not loved back
Dicra with an E Jun 2019
You liked it,
You made a comment,
You are not to blame,
You didn't know

The photo was lit,
The owner an angel,
The photographer hidden,
The camera's label erased

It dragged you within,
It wasn't clear though,
You asked for a push up,
I was down
How possible was that

I hardened my feminism,
And pushed you to place,
I was left in my pit
You didn't know The darkness within

And I can't be yours,
I can't hold you no more,
You can't read pain
It's too dark in here for you
This is but a reference to a person who wanted me to be his when he couldn't really feel me and clearly, he was up to gain.
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