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brian odongo Jan 2022
I know a genius writer
who writes horror,
because his heart
was filled with
anxiety and terror.

he lost his beloved wife,
in the Kingdom by the sea,
and yes,
it is his Annabel Lee.

he is the greatest poet
who ever lived.
he writes with his soul
as dark as the night
but with a pure heart
that create art.  

beauty and sublime,
these two words define him.

his life became miserable
like the stories he wrote,
his death is still unknown
and there were few
people who attended
his funeral,
the world is not that literal.

The Raven took him,
so did the Black cat.

his last words were "Lord, help my poor soul"

I have to ask,
"Is this what a great writer deserve?"

he became penniless in writing,
but it didn't stop him.

writing is not a job,
it's heroism,
it's an obligation,
it's the most humanistic profession.

be proud,
if you can write.
brian odongo Jan 2022
I wonder if the moon cries
when a star dies.

I wonder if the moon weeps
when a meteor dives so deep

I wonder if the moon shines
when it is lonely;
I wonder if the moon loves poetry.
brian odongo Jan 2022
"what's your religion?"
he asked.

"love is my religion"
I replied.

"so, where is your church?"

"the earth is my church".
brian odongo Dec 2021
People greet you differently...
Some greet you with their hand
Others with their heart
And very few with their soul.
brian odongo Dec 2021
I wonder why I have always felt safe with you — like, how the raging storms in my heart come to still just be your mere touch; how your smooth voice calms my overflowing emotions, and how your gaze clears out the background noise and make me focus only on you.

My grandmother once told me, “Always choose the one that calms your heart and not the one that gives you butterflies.”

I was too young to understand then but now I know why.

Because in times when the world becomes too loud, I’d only go to you and you’ll make it all go away. When the people around me say a lot of irrelevant things, I’d only seek your advice and you’d make my mind at peace.

But most of all, when I asked myself what I really felt for you, there was no question or doubt that emerged from my mind —  my heart was still, it was calm.

My heart and mind were at peace in telling me this is love — a love that’s sure, freeing, and selfless. A love that didn’t come from chaos but a love that comes from love itself; so pure and one of a kind.
brian odongo Nov 2021
She's dancing
in my mind without
care of the world,
and I love how
she invades my thoughts
and how I smile
when I think of her.
brian odongo Nov 2021
I want to fall in love again,

Not with sweet words but with efforts,
not with looks but with soul,
not with promises but with sacrifices.

I want to fall in love again,
but not the way I did before.
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