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Debbie Ogenyi Feb 2017
I try to  hold back my emotions
Protect my fragile heart
I try to say its all a lie
To make my feelings fade
How can I be love struck again

This unending circle of events
A music I have danced to before
It feels just the same as yesterday
He stretches his hands for a dance
I reach forth with a smile

So with my racing heart
I take this ride and choose to enjoy
Trusting this driver is better than the last
Forgetting my hurts and learning  laugh
Simply because I am love struck again

This song I have heard so many times
The melody brings many memories
Same old music,different dance partner
So I close my eyes,lost in the dance
Just to open my eyes and see me dancing alone
Debbie Ogenyi Jan 2017
Here I am sitted again  
Options laid before me
Another path so enticing
Too many meals before me
All these calling out my name

How do I choose just one
My feet longs for every path
My tongue waters for every bite
Just then  heart whispers contentment
So I followed my heart  and found peace
Debbie Ogenyi Jan 2017
Poor Ignorance
Searches for treasures
Held by his own hands
I wonder
how our great creator
built a vessel
strong enough
to contain my soul?

Each day my spirit fights
against my skin with violent
jolts as a young bird
seeking exit from a cage.

Unfettered psyche
free from me
bounces among clouds
rolls through deserts,
climbs volcanic ridges
migrates with birds in flight.

Curious instincts guide
my vital force inside and out
like honey bees
scour zinnias in full bloom.

Dare I release my spirit today?
Free spirit, soul,
Debbie Ogenyi Nov 2016
Walking corpse,dead while  breathing
Lost hope and shattered dreams
I see broken hearts ,unhealed wounds
Guilt and pain carried over day after day

Come alive,come alive
Know that you have a portion
Within you lies a solution
Why are you hoarding your gifts

Come alive,the times require you alive
No one will do what you are meant to do
There is your purpose,stored within you
Yet you are moping and letting time go

Why are you breathing really?
When your purpose is undiscovered
Constantly sapping and never replenishing
You are meant to be Alive and add value

Come alive this is the land of the living
And Don't think you have much time here
Get over that pain so you can help others
Arise and begin to shine forth
This is what I saw,corpse walking.people who believe there is really nothing to life.people who have lost direction,purpose,and don't even realise how dead they are.
Debbie Ogenyi Oct 2016
It feels like He is  right here waiting
Yet he is  just full of deceit
Just moments ago I planned for today
When today  seemed like long years to come
But now Today is finally here
Time has played his trick again


I have had brief awesome moments
I have been swallowed by pain but spewed
All  these moments  simply varnish  
And leave me with memories
Truly nothing will last forever
Today was tomorrow just yesterday
Today will  be yesterday by tomorrow
Thats how tricky Time is

passing  while making me feel he is here
He walks away and leaves me broken
I am   wishing I never let him go
Was it me?or him?who is to blame?
While  I push blames,he moves further  away
Far away from me,not minding my feelings

I began to ask questions about his past
I was not the first he has cheated
Yet I found some who beat him in his game
Then I realised Time is always on the move
He simply cant stay commited to just me
But I can be steps ahead,I wont wait for Him
Im moving,no room for idleness
No room for wishful thoughts

So I accept Him back into my life
But this time,Im am smarter
I see him play his old tricks
Moving away as he always would
But I smile , knowing I am moving too
I have choosen to always be steps ahead
I agree that  he is pracious and valuable
Yet cunning and always playing games
But I am not worried,two can play the game
Morning write:life is short,time is always on the move,but you can beat time.
That story in a poem
Debbie Ogenyi Oct 2016
Mind as chocked as Monday traffic
Oh the voices of tales so terrific
Images on my mind painted by me
Beautiful adventures no eyes can see
Countless thoughts lined up in a que
No no its not all about a great  IQ
Yearning to speak up,to say it all
But held back  by fear of a fall
Here comes pen and paper to the rescue
To take all thoughts waiting in que
But just when face with a blank paper
My busy mind becomes as blank as paper
Have u been there before? Who can relate?
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