Death is a classic clatter,
A primeval pattering
Or The ringing
Of Adam's house.

It patters
On every roof,
On every raod
And on every field.

At my door,
It rings,
At your window too,
As at your neighbor's.

The echo
OF our father's doorbell,
And the same
Is in space.

It reverberates
With the sun,
And when
Hollow is dark.

Standing before the dusk had arrive,
Waiting for the dark to come and subside,
Remembering the pains before I dive,
And your memories left me as my guide.
I can still smell the fragrance of yours,
The beat of your heart I still hear it's boom,
Your smile and chuckle are my golds,
Gives me strength to fights in every storm.
But now that I am alone in the dark,
Sitting at one corner that I've been cried,
Hearing your voice and the dogs howled and bark,
Then I saw our picture, though sad I tried,
To forget everything even your eyes,
But I can't I want you to be back 'gain.

Poems are quite hard to understand,
for someone who doesn't know
what the poet was thinking
and how he/she was feeling when writing it.

I am human before I am woman 
I was not brought into existence with the sole purpose to give life
I will not fall prey to the social cube that men have made for women 
I refuse to be merely an incubator to a rotten society

I am human before I am woman
I am the ocean on windy days because some days I can't be tamed
I am the sky on continuous hot summer days because everyday fire burns inside me
I am the full moon because every now and then I am solitude 
And that is human

I have wrapped my desires into dreams and visions
They will push like sunlight through any and every societal duty 
that has been placed upon me even before I was born. 

My body will wither like the dahlia that it is
 and when the moment comes
 I will not fear the end
 just as I have not feared men
I would have known that I lived as a human 
and will find peace and comfort in my existence on this earth 
I will look forward to what is in store 

This is my choice. 
This is my refusal. 
This is my proposal to all women and men. 
Let us live as beings.

This is our first date
I didn't know where to take you
So I took you to see my grandma
She was always the life of the party
Funny how life works sometimes

I have been planting flowers around her grave
Because the gravediggers don't quite understand how much she was worth

The man that went to war and came back without his legs can't come see her because their only child is a good for nothing

Yes I'm talking about my father
He tried his best but something in him just didn't click
The only thing he could think of money and how wet he could get his ****

If this isn't coming right
Let me try again
Your hair reminds me of the flowing of our bodies when we are intertwined
Skeleton bones will be undug to walk amongst us again
Your smile reminds me of hers and oh god do I feel so warm

Being up on this hill with you
Fingers laced in one another
Your blue eyes beaming at how beautiful this meadow is
I hope that I can lay here with you

A few months back
I was a total wreck
A few mistakes ago
I was in a hell hole alone
A few echoes flashing back
tore me to bits and pieces
But a few look aways syne
I caught your eyes
and you caught my smile
Since then I felt brighter
your words in bliss
and actions I wouldn't want to miss
cheesy lines
that crack up my laugh
and most especially the sincerity
you bring that send me to cloud 9
I don't want our everyday's to become sometimes
nor would I want you to stay away
when I maybe pushing you away
I can't say the reasons why I'm holding back
but just stay in there cause I won't turn my back