Upon an honest mans grave they danced and joked

Upon an honest mans grave they sighed and smoked

Upon an honest mans grave they drank their wine

Upon an honest mans grave they did their line

Upon an honest mans grave they told some lies

Upon an honest mans grave they howled and cried

Upon an honest mans grave their life became so bleak

Upon an honest mans grace they were too dead to speak

If you wanted
I could have given you
My eyes
So you could've seen
What I saw in
YOU

If you wanted
I could have given you my ears
So you could've heard the harp that was your voice
The way I heart it

If you wanted
I could have given you my nose
So you could've been gifted with the sharp smell of your scent
The way I smelt it

If you wanted
I could've given you my skin
So you would know how well your fingers contested with fireworks

If you wanted
I could've given you my lips
So you could know,would know how well you tasted,and you would know you were more thank just a human being
You were a gardener
Who planted every beautiful flower inside me

Underneath the stars

A million miles from mars

The sky cracked

But with no scars

Blinded by the beauty and the twinkle

The stars in my dreams.

I wake to reality

Into the void skies

I clutch my heart

As it quickly dies

No twinkle

No little

No star

All alone

To wonder who we are

The dark sky

the lonley moon

It will come crashing down all too soon.

"Who calls their child wallace"

"The same"

"The same what?"

"The same sort of people that called you a blessing when you were born"

Wandering but not lost is my heart
Fevers of a summers day
It holds

Wandering but not lost is my heart
Frost of a winters day
With colds

Wandering but not lost is my heart
The emotion like an autumn day
With death around

Wandering but not lost is my hearts
As spring brings new life
Not a blooming sound

I dreamt a dream of child soldiers and blood
A boy small and stout laying motionless on the grass
His little body covered by plantain leaves
His shoes swallowed by debris
The songs of the ancestors long forgotten as their tune is swallowed by the cry of battle and ******.
Nameless boys and innocent stolen girls
Graves with no tombstones
And commanders with no rules
This is war

I like following trends I do
Because being with you was like being on the what's hot list.
But when I had lost my luster...or when I was no longer a hot commodity
You crossed me off the list

They were under intense heat,not of the sun but of each other

He said to her
"These are our kissing moments"

But she replied

"No,its more than that its when our souls touch"

If someone offered you a burnt rose you would scrunch your nose up for sure

It would be frail,weak and lack so much allure

It would be black and crumble between your fingers

You would cringe and the hurt would linger

Who wants a burnt rose lost of colour or a pleasurable sight

No one,you give someone that out of sheer spite

So I ask again,who wants a burnt rose that will crumple with the wind?

That the bees stray away from and the birds refuse to sing.

Mother nature forgot that rose as fire consumed it

Everyone forgot as the rose swiftly lit.

When things are too beautiful your jaw doesn't drop but the very fingertip of beauty scratches gently against your soul and leaves a dent big enough to remember not one night but over thirty.

I count you as one of those beautys,though I struggle beneath your sand filled gaze I am pinned by the realization I shall remember you.Not for one night but for thirty

And as morning arrives,the sun gently caressing your already profound beauty,my wobbly legs go askew as I take in the sight before me.
Stars would die if they touched you,not because you were a destructive minx,no because your power to change and influence would be so great they would radiate too brightly and burst

The moon would have to stray away from you for fear of suffering the same short lived existence,my dear I hope you now realise why you are alone,because people can not handle so much beauty in one fragile body that they need to push it away,push it away before it shows them all the corrupt blood threatening to stain their perfect canvas of deceit. But know my love to me I will never run for you are all that matters

When its winter the cold is not appreciated.

But when the sun beats down and rubs us in sticky sweat,we miss that little cold and that coat of white

Winter has a brother,and its you

Rooms have been silent
Now they are filled with our voices
The silence is gone and our rights will be born
Conceived by the notions of our mothers
And birthed by our sisterhood and determination
Yes my sisters,
Together we will give our hopes and dreams life

words refuse to die,
so do not give the wrong words life

What is worse than someone with nothing to lose?
Someone with everything to fight for

Sometimes I used to wonder what it would be like for any of the four seasons to inter cross

What would happen if leaves were coated in white but breeze was just hot and musky

What would happen if the blooming flowers met the hot sun

And what would happened if summer met winter..

I realize it is not a good idea...for the warm and cold to hold hands

I realize its hardly right for frost bite to meet heat wave

And I realize it is impossible

You were the winter to my summer

You were the frost bite to my heat wave

You were the black ice to my sunshine

And even  when I saw the ice on the tips of your fingers

The cold in your eyes

I ignored the ice covering your soul

I never meant to fall in love with you
But I did
I let the music of your soul lure me into sleep
And the slumber is good
But I also never meant for you to be so weak
For me to lay awake in bed and dream off days when your feet can touch the ground and you won't stumble
For when you are free

I never even meant to meet you,it just happened on a day my tears were not lucid enough
When my ribs hurt from the constant pain of my agonies
And there you were, but who were you?I did not know but I am glad I wanted to know
so please don't leave me..I  still need the stable grip of your hands and the warm kiss of your lips
Please,because losing you would unravel who I have become

You were born as nothing
Yet you lived as everything
And died as something

My words formed an ocean, your response formed a sea and together we were deeper than deep can be.

I hate being told how I feel..it annoys me
The chills and the tingles I felt were never a lie
The honesty I portrayed
The true care and patience was never a lie
Please don't tell me how I feel.for you have no idea

Your dark skin
Is pure and undiluted
Wonderful and not in need of explanation
It is wholesome and enough

Everyone told me fire was dangerous
But no one told me you were a synonym for Fire
And now my heart has first degree burns