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574 · Oct 2017
HAPPINESS
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
379 · Oct 2017
CRUSH
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
333 · Nov 2017
Love Sonnet
VERONICAH ORINA Nov 2017
She troubles my mind
Her body is installed in my brain
I try to put her behind
But none of my thoughts seem to trickle or drain

She has rendered me restless
And she does not want me calm
She is white her heart needs me not helpless
And she is sorry destiny chose not to stay in her palm

The promises of my ancestor's adage
That i should work hard to find seems like a fad
Since till now i have not found someone of her gauge
The way she is confined by the magic of her lover makes me mad

...I have come across many buoyant and classy
Although i still envy her partner because she is more sassy
By Veronicah Orina
270 · Nov 2017
Sweet sonnet
VERONICAH ORINA Nov 2017
So what are you enraged at?
Do you not know the secret of pacify?
Stay mirthful like a kitten relying on a mother cat
Enhance the bounty of art and upon smiles magnify

Write, read, recite poems
Dance to end your moves with a feathered heart
Ignore life's vexing potholes they are just bumbs
Never heap your gloom for that only does hurt

Sing loudest if it will suppress your pain
Make sighs, go for a walk, swim
Draw what makes you sad and love your art for that is main
Run fast for laughs and store your medals to the brim

Play the ball, tennis, chess and then chase victory with your art
Tell stories but above all aim with burdens part!
by Veronicah Orina
241 · Nov 2017
PRETTY ONE sonnet
VERONICAH ORINA Nov 2017
I am the pretty one
She feels my head with irk
Being his pet she has to learn
I am sure she will blunder when she tries to mimic

For i am she who taught him love's fantasy
And you vanished while i covered his flaws
Even when his voice was never bassy
Even when he was still staggering to make acquaintance with life's laws

I stood by his throne of tin and became his queen
Till now i make his chest vibrate
His love for me does not have to be instigated by how we have been
You can go away flattering yourself and upon my sight hate

I am glad for within him i have nurtured my home
So i can smile because i know his second will be just but a mome
By Veronicah Orina
241 · Nov 2017
DEMON ME sonnet
VERONICAH ORINA Nov 2017
I did not know i was the thorn
To ***** my laughter mates to bleed
I did not know i was the stone
To heave burdens on their shoulders never meant to be their deed

Not even aware of my spikes
Which pierce their skins to tears
Ignorant to know that me was the somebody they sought for with mikes
Yet so near for all those years

I did not know i was the scissors
Cutting and perforating their hearts to feel with desire
Having no righteousness next to Jesus
But being granted the loyalty of a mayor

When i become binded no longer free like a bird in a hurry
Is when i know the demon in me but all i say is sorry
By Veronicah Orina
240 · Oct 2017
DISTORTED
VERONICAH ORINA Oct 2017
...Their lies
They just seem like
They grow everyday
Their air is stronger
And so it is what I breathe
But it hurts that
After all this
I am the one who lags behind

...Their talks
They are just like
Flowers which blossom every morning
To concentrate their scent on every person's *****
But their acts of love hurt
Such that they speak a lot of good
Which have a lot of void in them
They make promises
Too bad that I am the one
Who ends up being unfulfilled

...Their jokes
Huh, they never cease
And the one who laughs is me
Who expresses great talent and pleasure in them
Who even in the unseen
Can still sing praises about their invisible goodness
...Yet when they fly
They reach the sky alone

...Their walks
It just seems like
Their company is heaven sent
Any time, any day
There is always me
Who won't just resist their ways
But they walk with the same two legs I use
And leave my path unclean
They run when I don't see
Since I had to constrict my eyes
For them not to grp I'll by the touch
Of the dust they blew

Beware of them
Those caring who te you things
Those loving who you will do all to please
I pray you have ears
But do not listen
Because they have minds and you think pure
Whereas their thoughts are impure
Thinking on how they can step on you
So they can emerge winners among the crowd

Try this day
Find your own way
That has been waiting for you
I promise that
You will not get lost once you set off
Because at least you do your work open mindedly
And again the light
Loves the reflection of the genuine
Go your way, and be happy
By Veronicah Orina
Written on Monday/04/09/2017
237 · Nov 2017
HOPE sonnet
VERONICAH ORINA Nov 2017
Be not good at loosing hope
Everyone preaches that for our tomorrow
That is the anchor with storms to cope
That we must possess not borrow

Whom do we leave it for?
If that is the bird we have at hand?
Strife is part and parcel of our lives therefore
Like lyric is part of band

Beliefs that make normal our abnormalities
Yet inside filled with physical and mental disease
Where grows past, present and future's uncertainties
But despite all bestowing an optimism that never wants to cease

Hope is a sinew for every daily suffering
And energy's fadedness always colouring
By Veronicah Orina
Written on Saturday/11/11/2017
232 · Oct 2017
NO EYES
VERONICAH ORINA Oct 2017
I was growing up
She did the same too
I made sure I was always by her side
I hated it
When those big boys bullied her in my face
Making fun of her
I defended her for all I could
...But for all this, she had no eyes

I did all
Back then when I count
All the mistakes I made
I attribute them to her
Sneaking out of school, failing in exams
I could fake an illness to go see her
When I knew she was on holiday
...But for all this, she had no eyes

It consumed me with anger
When she took everyone for a friend
Most especially me
For all those years she never saw
Any zigzag wave in our friendship
Even when I escorted her back at home at night
Even when I gave her my raincoat while it rained
Even when I fetched her jerrycan while she waited
She still told me
"Thank you, good friend"
...I often thought, she had no eyes

I tried to make chases
Because it was then clear to me
That my actions did not plug an inch of sense
Into her precious mind
I started bumping into her
Almost everyday so she could see me
From the library, from church, from the river
I wish you could watch her reaction
She still smiled, knowing I was her friend
But on my side I knew I was crazy
Since I translated that killing smile
Into something else more than that
...She never had eyes for the same, of course

I still saw her through the cold winters in her life
Everytime I met with her
I tried to outdo my goodness for better
Through her silly mistakes I helped her
In her encounters of sorrow I fixed myself
...But for all this she had no eyes
I could not quite tell what was wrong with her mind
Well, sometimes it made me angry
Sometimes I just thought that her eyes
Were long gone
I prayed someone could make her see.
By Veronicah Orina
Written on-07/05/2017
231 · Dec 2017
Rain
VERONICAH ORINA Dec 2017
Oh rain!
Fall on my riddles
Where i go i see no path bain
Getting far away from me are my life's tiddles

Oh rain!
My soul dies with bitterness everyday
And it is me who feeels the pain
Wash it so tranquility may find space to stay someday

Oh rain
Chase my fog away and find me a way
To undress and blow my sorrows so they wind around any chain
To let me fly so i may even in May

Oh rain! Gather your drops
To join my broken then cease to allure sunshine to befall on my crops.
By Veronicah Orina
222 · Feb 2018
Wind
VERONICAH ORINA Feb 2018
Do not fall in love
With the wind

You can feel its air
But you can't touch

You can laugh and cry
But it won't hear you

You can try hard and hard
But it won't look at you

So yes
Do not fall... For the wind that blows
By Veronica Orina
Written on Sat/17/02/2018
218 · Oct 2017
IT IS OVER
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
215 · Jan 2019
Despite
VERONICAH ORINA Jan 2019
You humble me down
By the naivity of your actions
You make me wander in the streets of town
Overwhelmed by jollity's screams,  innumerable captions

You make me find out my purpose
Searching the long way but eventually grasping
Indirectly, with no ease,  then at last to find it in my purse
Unfolding my life answers,  now overlapping

You scare me enough to gape
When I scrape off your tint to find the glittering gold
In patches I can align to shape
Then I discover,  illusions could be cold

I feel right in my heart for the fossils i have gathered
I now know you better and my doubts have been scattered
Despite all, you still can love
213 · Oct 2017
LOVE ARTS
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
197 · Oct 2017
GRANT...
VERONICAH ORINA Oct 2017
My face be normal
I see you want to be beseeched
But my soul is full of grief
It does not recollect the infinite rubbles
When I say to it, "I need a fake smile"
Sorrows have become the songs of my heart
They have no mouth to tell
That all should resume
Walk, eat and shower
...An emotional brain
It only signals to my limbic system
Oh cry, oh frown, oh talk sickly of yourself
At least I need myself in no pieces
In front of the globe I was granted
But when I am alone
Then you can boil me
In your flooded oceans of gloom
Bestow up one me a picture of strength
And a shadow of meekness
Since the living on my earth have a delusion
For images of tears to belong
To the faint hearted
By VERONICAH ORINA
Written on-Monday/09/10/2017
196 · Oct 2017
NOT MY LOOKS!
VERONICAH ORINA Oct 2017
On the outside I look very different
Yet the inside is still the same
I look like I do not care about anything
Even if it is her...
I have made my friends believe so
But deep inside
I know it would break me
If I knew she had been hurt
By a small sting

I look like I do not mind
Whatever causes me pain
Even when I trip over a sharp stone
And shed a lot of blood
I still tell them how it does not hit me at all
But deep inside
I am astonished by my questions
Of how many more marks
My body has to wait for

I look like I do not love
I also look like I would have still lived
If love did not exist
But deep inside
It really triggers me when I see my crush
My feelings get disoriented and I do not concentrate anymore
I always say no to my friends when they tell me
I am dying to meet her
Yet deep inside
It would be my dream come true

I look like I am not in the mood
To play in the rain...
To go to the party
They ask why I don't do recreational activities
I point at my watch
And at my sane mind
Which would not allow me to do such childish things...I tell them
But deep inside
It makes me giggle when my sister watches television
And I hear a cartoon making jokes
Or maybe at night
When nobody sees me,
I search the photos that people do when having fun

I look like I do not exist
No wish, no vision, no dreams
That my life is just that and there
My friends ask me why, I say only God keeps the answers
But deep inside
I want to be a great person
And achieve my dreams like other dreamers do
I also want to explore
And find where my heart's wishes are hidden

I look like I do not need what life has presented me with
My face, my body, my dressing
They always ask me why I pay not much attention to that
Yet at my age it should be my priority
But deep inside
They do not know how many times I have to look at myself
In the mirror before I sleep
What kind of a reflection I want in that mirror...
They do not know how many clothes I changed
To reach that one which they think
Makes my dressing unworthy

I look like I am harsh and heartless
Because at one time I shouted at her
And when she cried...
I did not make a move to go and
Make her tears drain on my shirt
I just left
But deep inside
My friends did not know how guilty and tireless I felt
They could not understand how I just wanted to run, kneel down before her
And beg for pardon
I just could not

I look like a failure
That is what they tell me
Even if they don't spit it on my face
The results (my results)
Always reflect it
But deep inside
They do not know to what extent my struggles are
How best I work...
Sleeping late hours to ensure I grasp something
Running up and down to ensure I catch up with the rest of the runners
Despite my slow nature

I look like I am hopeless
My friends ask me why
Maybe because I don't talk much, I don't ask, I don't consult
But deep inside
They do not know for how long I have waited to prove them wrong
That in every second of my life I have
Been stitching together
My small fabrics of hopelessness
Because I hope that it will one day become hope...
An imperfect hope
That will eventually blossom!
By Veronicah Orina
Written on Wednesday 16/03/2017
188 · Oct 2017
SPIKES OF LIFE
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
181 · Oct 2017
HER THOUGHTS
VERONICAH ORINA Oct 2017
Well, I am sure everybody walks through this..
The path of being desperate
Where she looks around and sees no answers
And gets tempted
Whether to drown or not
Although that was never in her options

Then she sits down
And asks, or rather meditates
That many prayers her God has answered
Except this one
No matter how strong she can be
She still doubts herself
Deep inside

And again she asks
It is not an Angel she wants
But a person of her dreams
A person who is only human
With both strengths and weaknesses
But the one with a human heart...
And a good heart

She stands
She feels like she is doing nothing
Even sleep which is always her pet
Leave alone reading
Even in her best songs she now sees no meaning
But again, she hopes and prays
By Veronicah Orina
177 · Oct 2017
PURPOSE
VERONICAH ORINA Oct 2017
Why do I still rush?
Back to the land of *******
Is it because my legs and mind coalesce?
They are aware it is like hell
Yet they still run into that fire
...The reason is because they look at the future
And tell the rest of the body
How diverting to glory for such a little span of time
Will vanish in a few moments
They want to take it slow while heading for success
But not by drowning themselves
In the shallow oceans of deceit

Why do I still roam in the night?
The night which has already shown me its dead side
And whose torture I still remember
...The reason is because I want to play a game
A nice drama in which I turn out to be the winner
How pleasing I imagine
To prove others in good will, without fight?
How soothing is it to see them
Break into dance by my tone of silent song?

Why do I keep on meditating about the past?
The past so unfair...
That has always tarnished my good image once I remember?
That has always wanted me to change the perception
Of those whom I long ago forgave?
...The reason is I don't want to forget
I want those memories to drive the conscience of my mind
That never once should I do such cruelty to another being
The memories that once triggered... remind me constantly that
"Recall where you come from and the wishes of your people also"

Why do I still allow myself to live?
In this place full of my enemies...
Whom I know very well do not want me apart from treating me like trash
Why do I keep on subjecting myself to this?
Yet I know it takes away the peace in the whole of me
And fixes it with all kinds of disharmony?
...The reason is
I am still tracing the map of a happy destination
Once I set off, that will be it forever

Why do I still ride?
In this path of sin
Why do I still agree, yet I know it is a serious shameful crime?
Allowing my body to get tampered with?
...The reason is, I aim for something
I know that I am just one(God pardon me)
And these sacrifices I make
Are relied upon by many
They all adore me knowing that all in all I got them covered
That on this earth I am their second god...
In their hands they got my trust, and in mine I got their safety

Why do I keep on running into the rain?
This rain which once it falls
Collects all its anger on me
When it lands on me...three drops already make me yell in pain
The first one I feel like it is the pain of a needle
The next one I feel like its pain resembles that of a spear
The last one I feel like it I'd fire
Surely what kind of mercies do I plead for?
...The reason is
Every time I am always looking for a fortune in that rain
I know its other good side and so I won't stop
By Veronicah Orina
Written on Sunday/04/06/2017

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