Dagger buried in the depths of my heart,
pain seeping out of every crease causing of an eruption of tears.
Consistent manipulation into giving up my hopes,
A conning of my inner treasure.
Mend the broken pieces of my emotions,
the scattering of my feelings,
shredded apart because of a stolen hope.
A borrowed courage to believe that I could be loved.
The right to know that a heart was destined to belong with mines.
The privilege to smile without reason.
Pinpointing the flaws of my love,
questioning where does it become “too much”?
Torn apart from the inside,
a decaying courage to try,
denying myself of the experience to fall,
pain accumulating with every ignored cry,
every plead pushed to the side.
A vacant space now occupies the nucleus of my emotions.
They withered away with every disappointment and tear.
So everything within me dies,
(Oh, how bitter the feeling)
in hopes of a rebirth.

We sail through life often without a thought or a care
For a mother and father who have always been there
It's only when you experience sadness and strife
That it comes in a flash the real meaning of life
Because when you are troubled and in the depths of despair
You suddenly find its mum and dad who are there
Picking up the pieces putting your life back together
Coming to your aid in all kinds of weather
We don't often say it and there's no doubt that we should
Thank you we love you were coming out of the wood

From sweet talking for hours
Their friendship slowly turned sour
And with each passing night
Their talks gave way to fights

Her voice was once music to him
And when she spoke, he heard la, la, la
But arguments defiled her hymn
Now all he hears is bla, bla, bla...

She had nothing but good intentions
And dreamed of a life of bliss
But he dwelled on her imperfections
All because he'd lost his peace

Spontaneous, wild and free
She was everything he was not
He stood firm, rigid as a tree
And all she dreamed came to naught!


© Raphael Uzor

Words find their way.
Hearts speak through fingers.
Reading eyes are mirrored in
Ink systematically spilled in
The shape of sounds
And minds.

A pen resting on the table is a
Flatline.
A blank piece of paper merely
Dead, compressed wood.
Don't deny us your genius.
There is no try in poetry.

When cool winds shift from South to North
I feel you in my bones
A heart escaped this hypochondriac
Even if it is true that something just isn't quite whole
Sea salt rusted pump, sizzle
A cradle for the bawl of humankind
I hold it tight to shattered rib
Breathing in what I hope is starlit dust divine
Know this though, be wary  
She spins like a drunk bumble bee
Will sting you if touched
These eyes see much more than she
For in them they hold a clearer view
Ill abused, you lunged too soon
Another heartbreak for you
I cannot say nor have I way of healing that fresh wound
Seems to me like salt and sea are all a man could need
Racing around mountain ledges (knees raw and skin red)
Sunshine lover I would call you down
Gladly share your bed
You say I am too soft, too wrinkled
Worn down from loss's toll
I know better now than to lose my temper
When all I have ever really wanted was a hand to hold