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Grace Ndirangu Oct 2014
Her hair kinks under the Sahara
Her skin, a tan of permanent summer
The sheer thought of pluck
An untold story
Robbed from her distraught history
Tough luck?
Or maybe manipulated silence

Rattle a sleeping dog
Remind her what it’s like
To speak and be heard
To see and understand

She will bring a pen to a sword fight
Her voice to a gun fight
Hoping,
Her voice will attract a dozen senses
Maybe more than a dozen great minds
Her heart beats for this land
Her eyes vision a great future
She is Africa’s future
She is Africa!
Grace Ndirangu Sep 2014
There was talk of a city
where if you fell, they all felt pity
and flowers bloomed so pretty
Everything was perfect,
everyone loved it.

Then there were kings
Princes of the human will, strings.
the human mind lost its wings
bowing to pointless rules for the sake of peace
but whose peace exactly?

if the truth sets as free,
then why are liars most at ease?
is there need to constantly be on our knees,
or do the rules need to break?
even just for a day
Grace Ndirangu Oct 2014
Alcoholic anonymous
Biased baseless blame
Chances chased, change caged
Decisions decisions, dooms day’s drawing
Every echo
Fifty miles further.

For the goose a gander
For the helpless a hand
But
I’m only human
Inferno burning through me, yes
But human all the same

Jeers cheers deaf to the cries
Join us,
Kind sir, as we take over the world,
As grace goes grand.
Grace Ndirangu Oct 2014
I am the buzzing bees
The slithering seas
I am distraction
I am nature

I am that chance of rain
Dampening the saviors reign
I try to hear from heaven
Yet, I talk the whole time

I have not heard the secret
The call to be still
I have not heard the promise
The purpose of your will
Your plan for my good

I am the world on its knees
I am the prayer for peace
I am surrender

You are I AM
My chance at being better
I am yours
Grace Ndirangu Oct 2014
a roar
a purr
silent war
deafening calm
Grace Ndirangu Sep 2014
Buzzing bees
Slithering seas
I am at peace
and so is my soul
Grace Ndirangu Oct 2014
I’ve always thought I had,
Multiple personalities,
Different identities,
With different densities.

A lover today
A warrior tomorrow
And maybe, a princess the next.

My dreams are big
A little insane
Most times extreme
But mine all the same
Grace Ndirangu Sep 2014
Once upon a meeting by chance,
love at first sight,
An awkward conversation and an even more awkward goodbye.
And yet he got her number,
Somehow.

His memory of long walks in the park,
And how much she laughed at his jokes.
They weren’t even that funny
But she loved to stroke his ego,
And he, the sound of it.
A little sharp at the end,
But still so musical.
Somehow.

Her tale of forced coincidences.
Like how they both loved old movies,
And how they’d intentionally forget a second umbrella,
Even though, they both hated the rain.
And how cold her hands always were,
And his so magically warm,
Somehow.

A story of broken promises
Shattered hearts
And blood stained tears
They saw this coming
The ride was too fast, too easy.
Yet they stayed,
Somehow.

A tale of love sought,
Of love found.
A tale of love lost
Somehow.
Grace Ndirangu Sep 2014
Here lies a loved one
Memories made
Here lies a past gone
Watch it slowly fade
Grace Ndirangu Sep 2014
this is the story of a boy
the story of memories turned blue
of what could have been if dreams were true

this is the story of nothingness
that hollow feeling when love decays
the story of a dead blaze
of dried out bouquets

this is the story of second chances
of slow dances
and midnight chandeliers
the story of a boy
Grace Ndirangu Nov 2014
the earth has a heartbeat
i have heard it
beating fast counting minutes
saving dates
important dates
like the beginnig  

the earth has a heartbeat
a  ticking clock
a minute sooner to the end

the earth has a heartbeat
a fading love song
a cry for attention
a hope for redemption

the earth has a heartbeat
the earth has a heart
the earth is life
the earth is me
the earth is you
Grace Ndirangu Jan 2015
The sky and its tears
Knock on my window
Whispers of the wind
Silent, like the black widow
Just enough to shoo my dreams
Oh, the roof is singing again
Pata pata, a call to my pen
Pita pata, my feet answer the call
And my hands follow, groping the wall
I'm awake.

I will write about you
Bury my thoughts in an avalanche of ink
Spewing words of love, words of hate
Beautiful lie
You bat man and i, your robin
Praying, hoping
Promise me this is forever
Like a hobbit and the ring
Like this isn’t just a fling
And when it is all over
I will forget about you
So I can finally go back to sleep
Grace Ndirangu Sep 2014
Coffee cups
Empty taps
****** verses
messed up chances
it is cold outside

sitting in a corner
shawl around my shoulder
trying to put thoughts into words
bringing together both worlds
love poem left hanging

but what do i know of love
i have never been in love
i have only heard rumors
that it is strong and that it humors
and turns scholars into fools

maybe i want to be a fool
dance with shadows for fun
lose my mind in a cloud somewhere
with my feet on sinking sand
and if my heart breaks,
i’ll tell the story
Grace Ndirangu Sep 2014
Strangers in a room
Her familiar perfume a loom
A wink from a distance
Butterflies in an instance

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