Tears pooling in her eyes
Slowly, steady, realize.
Pull back to the beginning
Shamelessly pretending that your winning.
The hollow feeling in your chest,
How you pray for it to rest.
Hold your head above the shame,
Pull yourself together and play the game.

I am here a poet
And like I do,
Someone messaged me
Like a friend ,I replied
She gave me her mail
That she had an important story to share
Like a man,I gave her mine
She was thankful
But soon she turned a refugee
Under refuge in Senegal
And desperate for help
She asked my occupation
She asked my account details
She asked for my support to transact
$55000
I refused all of them
Now she needs money
To come and meet me on Kenya.
I went ahead
To check her account in here
And she had a one COPY PASTED POEM,
And she was got,
If you are the one,
Kindly try when I am drank
I will pour out all my secrets
I will transfer half of my money to you,
The only problem is
I love Christ
And I don't go near a pub
Leave alone getting drunk.
I will disclose your details!

It's rare a case
Do I find myself at this time
Awake and busy
Waiting patiently over my bed
Praying that sleep a little delay
That for once a late write
Short but weighty
I post!
Sincerely,
This is what I call fanatism
Love poem fanatic I am
Turning page after page
And sure enough
Poetry makes my day
Or my night tonight.
Just keep writing I read them!

she was a young girl in this cruel cold world all she ever dreamed about was diamonds and pearls, She met a man he was great just for a week then when she was comfortable he put her on the street, told her to make his money so both of em could eat, she was scared so she did it hoping he would see that a girl like her didn't belong on the street's. She was wife material she had all these big dreams, sooner or later her dreams would fade, after all those nights of being on the street
she was sick
she was tired
she was lost
she was beat.
Hurting inside but nobody could see she faked a smile but her pain ran deep, she was done with the streets she was ready to leave but he put his 40 to her face and told her if she leave he'd pull the trigger and watch her bleed....................

Am I crazy?
         staying up all night
        Remebering how you felt next to me
Am I crazy
         Thinking about your hair
          and how it always feel perfectly
Am I crazy
             Wanteing you to be here with me
             Even though you would hurt me constantly
Am I crazy
               Wanting you to be there when I have our baby?

When someone is freaking out people say just breath
what if breathing isn't something
I want to continue doing

I think you don't like me because you cant see me
You can't see my potential
or what I am meant to be
Its time you admit it
You are blind my dear
but you don't have to live with it
If you want you can take of the blind fold
and see the good in people like me
who try to help you be amazing
but all you see is the bad things
You are blind my dear
It's time to take of your blind fold and see

I want to sleep
but I keep smelling your cologne on my pillow