Each day, I wake as though it’s my last.
Breath held gentle, shadows cast.
No sudden steps, no need to rush.
My soul stands half-stitched to this earth,
afraid to leave before it’s whole.

And when the night begins to break,
And silence draws across the ache,
Just longing for a little grace.
To leave no mess, no word unsaid.
I kneel  beside my bed and pray...

God, if it’s Your wish,
Let me live to see the next day,
not to escape death,
but to finish what life began in me.
But if I must, my soul You keep,
For I have lived, and I have loved.

And so I wait, both still and brave,
A quiet prayer in each wave.
Because living, for me, is a sacred thing
a wish come true in a trembling place.
Just hoping to rise to one more day.


Written by Micko.
©️ 3.05.2025

They unearthed me like a secret they couldn’t bear to keep, unready, unwilling.
As I stood there, bare-souled,
Like love was a crime to confess.
words trembling on my tongue.
I whispered, “I’m human. I feel. Be gentle.”
But my plea dissolved in the silence.

They looked through me,
not as kin, not as blood,
but as something broken,
a stranger,a sinner,a shame.
So I unhooked my heart,
learned to float through the ache,

Years of silence,
Wrapped in cold shoulders.
Now they ask:
"Why don’t you call?"
"Why don’t you text?"
Strange, isn't it?
How absence echoes louder-
than presence ever did.

And still,
I carry on,
not untouched,
but unbroken.

Written by Micko
©️1.05.2025.All rights reserved.

I wake with a quiet ache,
scrolling to our thread,
your name still there,
but silent.

Still, I send a message,
something small,
as if it might stir you
through the silence.

I picture your reply,
how you'd type and pause,
then send a heart,
or something silly,
just to make me smile.

Late nights were our ritual,
voice notes at 2 AM,
arguing over latest movies,
sharing dreams,
too fragile to say out loud,
except with each other.

The world spun with just us in it,
so selfish,
we never needed another.
We joked that anyone else
would steal our thunder,
dim the glow we found
in each other’s laughter

Days pass like drifting leaves.
I tell myself you're busy,
or resting,
or just forgot to reply.
And then,
the words I never wanted to hear,
you’re gone.

Gone,
while I was still waiting
for the next story,
the next laugh,
the next moment
with you.

Now our memories
live in unread messages,
and I’m still here,
talking to the past,
hoping it hears me.

Written by Micko.
All rights reserved.
30.April.2025.©️

In Loving Memory of Annconcillia Bonareri Kombo.
Beside your bed we sat, in silence and prayer,
Hoping for flickers, for breath, for a stare.
The minutes crawled slowly, the darkness too deep,
But you stayed still, in your quiet sleep.

We whispered your name, we begged, we cried,
Held onto hope as the hours passed by.
But this time, Mama, you didn’t fight
You slipped away softly into the night.

No final word, no parting sigh,
Just heavy air and one last goodbye.
The dawn came cold, but your warmth remained,
In stories and memories your soul engraved.

So rest, dear Mama, in skies so wide
We carry your love on the other side.
And though you never turned back to see,
A part of you still walks with me.

Originally  written by Micko.
April.2025.©️
All rights reserved.

Like stars that knew their place in the sky,
We didn’t find love, love found us
when your gaze brushed against mine like fate,
in that breathless second,
where everything else faded.
Written in silence, drawn in by light,
Like sunlight slipping through the cracks
of hearts we thought were sealed.
You and I were always meant to be,
With a touch like magic,
you inscribed your words into the walls of my heart.


Written by
Micko.
All rights reserved.
©️ April 2025.

The same way I tricked my mind to love you,
In spite of  all the red flags and emotional torture,
Is the same way I'll  trick my mind to hate you.

I like them bedroom bullies,
Them nasty dominant  *******,
Put them tatas on me ,
Let them suffocate me ,
And even if I die,
It would be with a good cause,
Gently choke my neck,
Change them gears ,
Do some quick acceleration,
There comes some flapping  sounds,
Down the hill we roll,
Swimming in our own sweat,
As my lips whisper your name, "zaddy",

It's so hard to listen to a person you are undermining;
Even if that person is sacrificing a lot to make sense,
Love and commitments don't have to be this complicated,
You're  built up with so much ego and pride.
You see no value in them.
You  prefer your opinions to theirs.
You are a control freak.

It's so hard to listen to a person you are undermining,

Now, you’re alone.
Feeble, fading,
Haunted by echoes of the past.
Regret gnaws at your silence.
Pain pulses through your solitude.
You’d give anything to rewind,
But time is a door that never opens backwards.

Years have passed.
And not even a memory of them remains beside you.
You fear death,
Not for what comes next,
But for what might never come at all.

What if no one comes to your funeral?
What if you rot alone in a house no one checks?
What if…
You were the one who made it this way?

How can you hate a  Poet?
How can you hate a person who  freely pours, his/her fantasy imaginations and art to the world?
How can you hate such a pure and honest soul?

When the connection isn't right,
All the actions and pure intentions can lose their significance,
Crawl out of your  fantasy world and live.

Just like an angel flung out of space ,
My love for you will always be genuine,
A beautiful flower in my garden,
I'll  forever water you,
Keep you close to the window so that you can flourish,
You're  no ordinary flower but a  queen in my garden,
Your  enticing pheromones will feel the room,
And I'll be the only bumblebee to pollinate you, my love,
Deep inside your alluring  petals  covered  with your nectar,
I'll be so committed in your garden,
I'll keep coming back for more and more,
And you'll magnificently bloom in all seasons.

Her kitchen is my safe haven,
Nutritious and full of sweet aroma,
She is a professional,
She knows how to feed my cravings,
Unlimited service 24/7,
Hey, here is your tip.

Take me to that fantasy sea world,
When the night is calm and lonely,
Scatter my ashes along the shores,
Let the waves take me into that deep sea,
Where the whales and dolphins sing,
As I dance along to their sweet and lovely tunes,
And there, in depths serene and wide,
My soul shall rest.
At peace, inside the ocean’s gentle hold.

Sleep is a short death,
Beside your bed we sat, patiently waiting for you to open your eyes,
This time the night was so long and you never came back,

Some nights into the fantasy  world I sink ,
Eyes closed as I visualize you each second ,
The shape of your body-
your sensitive skin.

Lost in your eyes,
I stretch my hand and pull you closer,
Your body against mine,
Our lips touch,
Our tongues entangled,
The soft and slow moans fill our room,
As we dance to the music of our sweet sounds,

From a far-
we can  hear our heartbeats,
as our souls sync.

Into the wilderness we fly,
If this love is a sin ,
why does it feel so pure
and holy  loving you?

Oh, cut me loose from these chains of love,
My mind is numb and my heart is broken,
To you I am a stranger, to me you are the only love of my life,
The girl of my dream in my dreams,
You have become my daily routine, my dose,
I'll  let my mind be consumed by what it desires the most,
Have I ever crossed your mind?
Oh, cut me loose from these chains of love.