The day dawned just like any other day except for the kisses of the rays that gave a soothing sensation to the skin. On that day Chipo out rightly agreed with herself that her skin was doing well even without a thin plastering from the skin doctor. The streams made a beautiful sound and the fauna gave a harmony hymn, complementing the whistles of the waters.

Passion drove the Cart
The Cart moved forward
Resilience kept it in motion
Determination fueled the zeal.

Perseverance gave the thoughts,
Of the greens and the flowery views.
A place we've only seen in dreams
Where prayers have all the powers.

The dream was shattered on our watch,
The glass took them more time to furnish
than it took for them to break, clutch.

Thought you were covered, alas,
They only got your back, not back to back.
Hesitated from a distance, waiting on us,
It threw blames, its eyes screamed. Catch!

And I gazed as...…

The grass withered from the shores,
Gravitated towards the blooming faces of the union,
For with a clouded glance it was a mirage,
That only could reflect from the banks.

The rivers narrowed and narrowed,
Distanced themselves from the bloomy,
rosy, happy and colorful bud.

If it was for the fauna, it stomped the stems,
grazed the infancy out of the bud.
Exposed now it was, as flora had withered and gave up.
The union stood alone, deserted and weakened.

How did you survive? I asked a question.
The bud answered....

Our weakest joins were covered, plastered and,
illuminated by a gift of time.
A gift that requires only patience and steadfast,
A species that has what we lack.

How well do you know me
I've cried and smiled
They took away the shade to my roots
They cut my arms, my wings.

The sun smiles, the sun cries
I merry for such a prize.
For again my shade blossoms
And my arms stretch once more,
Beyond my reach.

I'm a tree in a forest,
And such is my pain.

The love of a woman
That soothed my soul
The pureness of her heart,
Quenched my little desires.

I changed my ways,
For i knew not of the vows,
That i was committing to.
The chains of sorrows,
The portions of happiness.

liberate liberate my views,
fly away fly away my fears,
I am ashamed, i am scared of my clues,
tangled, mumble up my fuse.

In case i lose,
I am happy for once
for i know how it feels.
liberate liberate my views,
fly away, fly away my fears.

Paper, Pens and Pads
Well I'm allergic to paper
Ink on trees, metals on wood.

Pens injecting dead trees,
Trees shot dead by metals on wood.
Dead logs become houses,
For beings whilst chasing out the bees.

I prefer Pads not Paper and Pens.

Thick dark cloud above
Shadows our paths of all
The pain and sorrow ooh no!
Our weeps get the wipes.

The tears of the sun
Graces them all in one
A love from above that no one,
Has ever dreamt of or sat upon.

There comes the rain
The thunder that scares the enemy
Tears that wipes the agony
Love that erases every inch of bygone.

It was the rains of the summer
The gratitude of the dark cover,
that assured us that it was over.
Smiles were thrown all over.

Shadows glooming despondency uprightly,
Focusing a glim of shame and imposed abandoning.
''You look greatly molded in depression,
Your burden to me looks fancy.....''
That was a misery softened evil ****,
Piercing through into my shallow hollowed ears.  

Our rep casted her eyes aside,
Hoping to swift through a refreshing outlook.
The sight of it burdened her eyebrows,
Her lids stashed with a haulage of anger.

The wicked lingered in every set of a piece,
Even the tiny, lest we forget about the shiny.
It dug through and through to the cores of her bliss,
Sowing pandemonium, doubt and crime.
What crime?

Crimes of self doubt, crimes of hopelessness,
Cries for help, cries for a decent revitalizing wave.
Miles of cries led to crimes,
Cries of eyes for miles.

We are within the evil, daily
We brew it steadily.
Our hope, not a strategy; is that we live,
We survive this feeling.
We are 21.

A place of many fears
Is a place with no peers
A level of loneliness
Way so beneath our hopes.

Rock bottom was the scariest
The envisioning of our past
The dew and the heavy mist
To wake up again from the East.

Don't frown don't despair,
Its a place of strength anyways
Where second chance awaits
To be grabbed by the horns.

Pick up yourself and stand again!

Ran I ran, towards the majestic fall,
My demise luring me with a grin.
Coated with smiles in disguise.

My inner whispered awesomeness and all,
I felt even my little tufted hairy chin,
Dancing to the chilling breeze's cries.

I doubt i know you,
What does it take?
To hop to and from,
The passions and desires,
I still hustle to get there.

My domain is in blitz,
Realization and actualization it is.
What does it take?
I've hoped to and from,
I still hustle to get there.

Blurred is my passion,
Skewed is my position,
Crooked is the vision for myself.
I glance from a distance,
Hoping for a moment to spare,
Its only a mirage to stare.

I doubt i know me,
Rejected by the future and the past denied
Am i the lost one to find?
I hope for the truth to abide.