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VERONICAH ORINA Oct 2017
You know
I even want to die
Because I just realized
That I could end up being crushed
In the way my feelings
Are used to crushing for this someone
Crush...Crush

You know
I even want to laugh
At his innocence
I shake my head twice and thrice
Just to realize
That he never threw this crazy charm at me

You know
I even want to sleep
Because it is boring
The way I battle with my inside
Every time he passes near my territory
Then he escapes me
Coincidence abandoned me long ago, I just realized

You know
I even want to think
Because it seems like my brain is already extinct
Huh! His height, his elegance, his style
That is all it focuses on
My machine on top should go round and round
Meditating...
So it can stop imagining crushing fantasies
About a crush
Who may get me crushed!
By VERONICAH ORINA
Written on Tuesday/29/08/2017
Be sarcastic while reading this poem, and you will get the fun of it all
VERONICAH ORINA Oct 2017
Why so tight on me?
Life...
I cry, I recall
All I did
And I am the one who orders peace
But does not find peace

Life...
How will I get up from here?
They will never comprehend
Why I reaped so little
Those who saw me toil

The song sang
That the Lord Almighty
Gives flesh to the dry bones
But my bones...
I fed them with all I could, I swear
But when they wanted to find connection
All my muscles disentangled from them

My infertile land...
I will call it that
I sow the seeds
And sweated while I tilled
From dawn till dusk
This maybe did not push it in my mind
That the seeds fell on rocks
...That they were choked by thorns
But how am I supposed to know?

Hurts hard
That I wasn't that plant
Whose seeds could disperse themselves
And work out theirselves to grow
...The science of barochory
Was never my experiment
Because everywhere
Was my energy, my efforce, my effort

Well...
They love the sun to shine on them
But it made my back crack and dark
Morning, noon, evening
I feel its burning rays
In spite of all that the sun...
Was reluctant to be
My companion in the league of compassion
Since I indeed worked hard but the sun...
It burnt all my crops!

Now let all my tear glands lacrimate
Let my mucus dribble down from my nose
Let my mouth stay dry
Let my lips be fissured
Let my legs stay confined
And let the palms of my hands
Support sobby chubby cheeks of mine
Because they are the only ones
That seem to care
In condoling my grieve
By VERONICAH ORINA
Written on Monday/09/10/2017
VERONICAH ORINA Oct 2017
Overcome it all
But overlook not your weaknesses
When you are overthrown by challenges
You feel overwhelmed a lot
But do not overreact
Stay knowing that you will get over it
Conceal, and overdo not your depression
But do not over rash
To put on your overcoat
Because when you are cold over limits
You never once forget to oversee
The future little mistakes that may throw you over a barrel
Overdare your confidence and behave...
Just like it is over
By Veronicah Orina
Written on Tuesday/10/10/2017
VERONICAH ORINA Oct 2017
Felicity please follow me
Let you bubble in my blood
I want the drops of red
To run down my body
In streams of excitement
Jollity please enthrall me
Cast your spell on me forever
And by oath possess me
That I may live
In your fruitful kingdom...
Let me not sing epitaphs anymore
Let me not revoke thoughts of disgrace
That were enchanted long ago
But may I live a vast life of fortune
A life that is gaiety, all in all
By VERONICAH ORINA
Written on- Monday/09/10/2017
VERONICAH ORINA Oct 2017
The poem of love
Was recited to me
By my lover who was a poet
Telling me about the contrast he and I had
That brought us together
About the rhyme in my words
Every time I spoke to him

The song of love
Was sang to me
By my lover who was a singer
He told me about the voice I had
Which sooth his voice when I called him
He sang about my endless beauty
Which could go beyond compare

The dance of love
Was danced to me
By my lover who was a dancer
He talked about the moves he would teach me
Once I was in his arms
About the flexibility of my body
Which adhered to every move

The art of love
Was drawn to me
By my lover who was an artist
He showed me the illustration of love on paper
How beautiful it looked, with a strong color red
He drew about us
While we stood in the moonlight, watching the stars

The talent of love
Was installed in me
By my lover who was talented
He taught me about how complicated love was
All its tricks and merriment
He also told me about how love was fun
When both partners were drowned in that love
Like me and him!
By-VERONICAH ORINA
Written on Sunday/25/09/2016

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