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Monicah Kiptoo Apr 2014
I'm in love with a diabolical being
Consume me with the evil of your
soul
Let us drown to the depths of darkness
Drag me to hell then we'll come back

Then I will teach you how to pray,trust and forgive
And you will learn how to have faith
I'll teach you how to live without having to churn and spin your evil threads

Let's cry blood and crush our own hearts
Then thereafter we'l baptise our own souls
And cleanse our own beings
Then we'll be rid of our sinful venom

I will hold you as you choke on your lies
Then offer a glass of salvation when you've struggled enough
I'll let your skin burn till it moults
So you can regret your every sin

I will be your mirror;I will keep your secrets as they are mine
Drag me to hell then we'll come back
Then you won't have to question where we belong...
On the profound side of faith and virtues.

We shall not live in pretence!
Just because we have the courage to
But instead we shall live ib righteousness
How I love thee;let me count the ways
Sticking with through the changes
Monicah Kiptoo Jan 2014
Finally you dissappear from my writings,
My stanzas are pure with live philosofies.
I want to write about democracy and dictatorship,about nature and existance,books and paintings,fashion & lifestyle.
I am free from the love and hurt poems you bound me to write of.
Finally,i have found a new muse.
One that will not slowly corrode my passion for art as thou hath been doing.
I am writing about freedom.
I want to cross the boundaries of my imagination and land exactly where im supposed to.
Perfection.
Monicah Kiptoo Sep 2013
And finally when the memories start to fade..
you get angry.
You get angry because you don't want them replaced.
You push away elements that try to make you forget what you were.
You still want everything that was special to remain special.
Afraid of change, afraid of another person becoming what that person was in your life.
You feel like a traitor, because somebody else is trying to make you feel the way he made you feel.
Question the very being of your choices,
wondering how he would take it if he was still here..
its scary
Scary to let a person deep into where he was in your life...
You struggle to keep your moments as yours only
that no activities with another person will match or pass his.
Its a struggle not to let go..
A struggle to keep what you loved and knew.
Because somehow you build the future in your head,
you wrote a story and he was always a top cast.
But now he hardly appears and somehow you always try and keep him in the script
And keeping away others who want to be part of that cast.
A struggle to hold on to what was,
Because that is what you have ever known,
what you have always known
Who you have ever known.
Monicah Kiptoo Jul 2013
Grains of sand as pieces of hay so small,from which passion was lit.
A profound indelible feeling yet unreached by thoughts or imagination.
You have morphed into my hero,
A mirror that never lies.
Broke into the comfort of my familiarity but made it much more worthwhile...
Powerful.
Obliging.
Irresistable.
Monicah Kiptoo Mar 2013
It's raining again,
This time with more intensity
I love it when it rains,its beautiful
How the rushing water hits the earth.
And how everything else just seems to quiten..
All sorrows seem to be draining away
Sickness ebbs out slowly
The heart aches less
And wounds seem to heal
The world seems numb
Seems,yeah seems, for beneath the tranquility i feel the rain brings
Humanity still suffers,others from the coldness of the night&man;; others unknown to us.
I fall asleep wishing it could be real..
Monicah Kiptoo Feb 2013
There is a raging storm within my heart
A heat so fierce it burns with maddening intensity
A cold so freezing it aches
There's a thorn in my heart,painfully sharp and pricking
There are blades in my heart,cutting so deep it bleeds
There's you in my heart,breaking it into a million pieces
There's turmoil in my soul,sickening & life *******
Someone save my raging  heart
Cool the fierce heat
Un-numb it from the freezing cold remove the cutting blades
Lessen the pain,revive my soul
Repair the broken
Monicah Kiptoo Feb 2013
Storms of midnight
Distant echoes of the night
No dreams tonight
another sleepless night.

cannot shed a tear
or draw a smile either
Endless potential
Infinite possibilities

Scenes of a life;
Indefinate love stories,heartache
betrayals&illusions;
Visions out of reach

Yet here i am,
still discovering
My fears and pain
the heroes and villains in my life
Recollecting my principles
Retracing my steps
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