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Femi Feb 2017
For the matted head that cracked your tender enclosure,
For the shoulders that split the deep mahogany slopes that both caged you and freed you,
And for the sirens you gave when you breathed your firsts,
She wept in remembrance at your grave.
Femi Jan 2017
Once, when I was sad,
I spoke to a flower.
Leaning in close, I discover
And understood when I saw her;
At midnight,
by my daisy’s side,
all she had to hide.

Soft petals brushed my ear,
And I learnt the universe in an hour,
All because of this Daisy flower.
Femi Oct 2016
Finally, I breathe;
courage has come and taken-
Finally, I breathe.
Femi Oct 2016
I am not black and white like you want me to be.

I am something - somewhat, sunshine-pink,
and thunder rolling grey.

I am the sky-high blue
that brushes my eager fingertips against marshmallow clouds
and maybe -
I am everything in between.
and maybe -
I am a canvas scraped clean.

But one thing I am not...
is black and white like you want me to be.
For my Father
  Aug 2016 Femi
Ayeshah
My mind edges closer to insanity's rim,

My hearts not in it; it'll never beat the same.

Laying lazily on the edge;  I've felt the slight brush of tipped rough wings.

If I jump; could I fly  with you?
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Femi Aug 2016
Beaming bright, like sweet sun – it bounces.
It burns, it scathes and it blinds –
It is love like your lips are my lips
and my lips eternal.
It is insecurity like I care too much about my hips
that are your hips eternal.

But it is sweet because your heart is mine eternal,
It is sticky because you cling to me so we bounce, burn, scathe and blind,
It is sleepy-strong, like the tendrils of your murmured words as they fall
in the dark, dark night
where we tumble,
heated and cooled,
twins in our agony, striving for the peak.

— The End —