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Sep 2015 · 606
TEA DATES
Monicah Kiptoo Sep 2015
So we fall into conversations over cups and tables.Because it is what people do sometimes.Because we might get an insight inside the other world.The other's world.

So we take walks and stretches,just a mile isn't enough. Because we desire to.Because it's a new experience .Always ready to explore.

So we touch and let touch,it's the feel of it.Because it's a level of human connection. Because there's a certain feel good about it all.Pleasures of all time.

So we live and let live ,some matra we picked.Because we've seen and done much.Because we are yet to see and do some more.All stuff good and hell-ish.

So we are that kind of flame,fast but steady.Because the world runs at our pace.Because the world is ours.It's all beautiful really.
For mganga
Sep 2015 · 2.0k
Now And Then
Monicah Kiptoo Sep 2015
Now and Then
It's the taste of cake
And the smell of wet soil
Now and then it changes
To insatiable hunger
And the smell of death
It's a cocktail
Of fairytales and nightmares
In my head
It's love and peace
Chaos and loss
Now and then
It's a little bit of heaven
And a little bit of hell
Now and then
It's you
And then
Your demons
Nov 2014 · 338
Gone
Monicah Kiptoo Nov 2014
One day I woke up
And it wasn't you
Anymore
Nov 2014 · 325
To Love
Monicah Kiptoo Nov 2014
To Love
Is a unique sickness
A different kind of ill

To Be loved
Is a torment
A different kind of debt

To love and be loved
Is inexplicable
A different kind of heaven
Life and love
Oct 2014 · 687
DEATH OF MY DARLINGS
Monicah Kiptoo Oct 2014
I met a man in church today
Reminds me of my sunshine
He led the praise and worship team
I kept looking
And wondering
What was it..
Maybe his brows
Thick and distoted
Perhaps that archaic smile
Or his short teeth

No,not his face
His voice perhaps?
The colour of his pants?
The green
On my favorite watch
Painted on my bedroom door
Maybe it was just me
On another episode
Of my imagination
Relentlessly
Primal and raw

Yes!
I must **** my darlings
I will strangle them by the neck
Slowly and surely
Strip them of their beauty
Of their allure
Always captivating
Motivating
And cultivating

And I will prepare a dirge
In their honour
Ooh their beauty I will praise
Their creation I will
Forever be thankful for
Ooh darlings,
I will weep for you
And then let you go
I need you gone
Good riddance!
Tears...
Oct 2014 · 1.0k
I amIn Love With the World
Monicah Kiptoo Oct 2014
I am In Love With The World
I am in love with the rain when the sun is shinning
In love with the thinning blades of grass when noon is peaking
The change from dusk to dawn
The mating of birds and hounds.

I care for the full moon
And the constallation of stars
I'm in love with the African baboon
And the roses that bloom in june
Trees and shrubs that just are
Green and sparse

I delight in the birth puppies and the milking of cows
Creatures of the earth that walk or just  crawl
I am in love with sedimentary rocks
And sands of the sahara

I am into streams and rivers
Gold and silver that I am yet to see
Into themes of the titanic and dreams of a mad man
I like the farmer at his digging and the proffesor at his teaching
The pastor at his preaching

I admire the rapper's muse
The idential triplets on the news
I admire a soldier's courage
As do I the techniques of the runway model.
The orange cottage by the hill

I am fascinated by the witch doctors juju and miracles of the Christian faith
The politician's sway
The beauty of love and the comfort of  hope
And ooh! The milky way
I am intrigued by the internet's scope

I love the lover's gaze and..
The rainbow after a storm
Nature and all creation
I am intrigued by the prophet Muhammed and the philosophy of the atheist
Existance,Diversity,Intergration,Divinity
Oct 2014 · 439
And I am
Monicah Kiptoo Oct 2014
I Am
I am Imaginary and I am real
I wonder About heaven and hell.Death
and the after life.Reincarnation
I hear words of a poem never written
I see the the letters dancing on my
page
I want To create the unknown
I am Imaginary and I am real
I pretend to will power over the past
and the future
I feel powerful
I touch the intagible
I worry I will not get to to touch
everything
I cry about the unseen
I am Imaginary and I am real
I understand reality
I say dare imagine
I dream pictures
I try to paint the canvas
I hope for a beautiful creation
I am Imaginary and I am real
This is me in a poem guided by one of those I am formats.
Cheers!
Apr 2014 · 550
DRAG ME TO HELL
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
Jan 2014 · 1.5k
FINALLY.
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.
Sep 2013 · 650
lonely night.
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.
Jul 2013 · 762
Untitled
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.
Mar 2013 · 1.6k
RAIN DROPS
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..
Feb 2013 · 816
STORM IN MY HEART
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
Feb 2013 · 964
LOST
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
Feb 2013 · 766
Let Me
Monicah Kiptoo Feb 2013
I lay awake,long before sunrise
My heart ablaze,burning with desire
my sanity is at stake.
The vanity of my slate has become my nemesis.
You enrapture my heart,my whole being with the curve of your lips
&leave; me wanting,wanting for more
Your eyes attest to your desire
Unveiling a passion you struggle to keep deep within
Apple of my eye,wont you let us wave in the passion that drown us?
Let me my dearest into your most sacred haven,a place which will bind us for eternity,
I beseech thee.
Feb 2013 · 785
STILL HERE
Monicah Kiptoo Feb 2013
I'm still here,loving you from afar
hoping and wishing you knew.
Im stil here,even after cut me so    deep and tore me down
I'm still here,struggling not to call you in the night,when the pain becomes too much.
And in the morning when I wake up from the dreams where you and i were okay.
I'm still here,my heart aching
Is this what they call profound love?
An intense longing for you,
for your presense
for your touch
for your kiss?
Then,
I'm still here,loving you from afar
still hoping&wishing;.

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