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Such a pretty life this family has
Kids playing in the pool
I watch over them from the garden
I can see my darling too
Looking in the mirror
Will I be seen, if go a bit nearer?

Such a pretty life this family has
Drinking their lemonade
Wearing their summer shades
I watch over them from the garden
I can also see my darling
Drinking from the fancy glass
Will I be seen, if I land my feet on the grass?

Such a pretty life this family has
Sleeping in their pyjamas set
Intertwining in the bed
I can also see my darling
Underneath the tapestry
Will I be seen, If I throw a stone at the jalousie

Will I be seen, Will I be noticed
If I appear in their out of focus family photo
Will it be suspicious, If I knock at their door at night
Turn off their chandelier lights
Make them superstitious
Make them believe I’m a hex
Question their own heads
Banging on their windows
Burning their ebony doors
Blood on the gypsum floors

You once me called me fire
And maybe I am
I’ll burn your jewels, your fancy attires
I’ll forever stay here
I’ll forever haunt you
I’ll forever be your burden
Standing in the dark hallways
Hiding behind the curtains
And I’ll forever see you
With my feet levitating above the grass of your garden
They see my anger
Fail to see my love underneath
They see me smile
Fail to see pain hidden behind
They construe my silence
An expression of annoyance
Fail to see the concerns underlying
They see my thoughts and expressions
Construe as creations of a cranky mind
Fail to see the limit is approaching the Divine
They see me roasting
popular figures
Construe me an arrogant person
Fail to see underlying reasons
Their fallacies, faulty preachings and hypocrisy
They consider me heretical
Fail to see me modern,
logical, reasonable and scientific tempered
Anger is such a time waster
Friend of Bitter and Selfish
Anger is such a toxic liar
Playing games with Manipulation
Starting wars with Integrity
Anger is such a time waster
I know this with complete certainty
For the best friend of Anger is me
anger is such a time waster
Raise your head
Raise your hand
Raise your voice
Speak it.

Shut your mouth
Close your eyes
Find your fear
Seek it.

Claim the place
Within yourself
Don't feel ashamed
Claim it.

Take your rage
From these past days
Take it.
Feel it.
Scream it!
No not yet
My angel of death
I am not ready to leave Earth
I don’t deserve to get out of this hurt

I have yet to see my beautiful planet
Ruined, rancid, rotten
These people are cruel
Of course I am one of them

We all burn the mother that nourishes us
We all are empty husks devoid of feelings
We all have scars and cuts
And thus we want to crush everything in our pain

But I don’t deserve to go first
From my dear Earth
Have you not considered these other fiends
They hurt so they can love
They destroy so they can preserve
They lie to thrive
While I lie to survive

I am kind
I am honest
I am pious
So ask me again, and I’ll say
No not yet
...and biggest of them all, i'm really good at lying
Too late to hate you
Can’t love too, our story is
A kaleidoscope

It twists many times
But not reaching the ending
There is no more hope

Never confessed it
not afraid of your turndown
But only the rope
This is my first haiku ever.
Ahmad Attr Apr 29
If only I could tell you
How much I love you
But you are never alone, never lonely
Always in your company
‘cause you are so famous now
And you only call me when you are lonely
Then you take my name, and I break into pieces
And everything I say is meticulously calculated
So I don’t sound lame

Only I could tell you
How small you are
Compared to my poetry,
You are a mere speck
A mere mud creature in reality
In my mind, you are the ocean
The sky, the sun
The universe, the one and only

If I could tell you
How much I hate you
It’s not that You haven’t done anything good
Not that you haven’t done anything bad either
It’s just that you haven’t done anything at all
You just had one promise to keep
That you will never forget me
I’m afraid you already did
I hate and I love, I feel lost
Ahmad Attr Apr 27
I’m sorry If you are repulsed
By my filthy little desire
Of watching you slowly breathe
The next morning’s fresh air
And put my fingers on your temples
And pluck you hairs like strings of a harp
The music of which dissolves the tick-tock
Of the clock, watching us two from the hind wall
Sorry if you are repulsed
By my filthy little desire
Of prancing in the sea foam that comes with the waves
With my hands behind my back
Holding my sandals
And you in your sundress watch me, smiling
watching the sun slowly dipping in the sea
Sorry if you are repulsed
By my filthy little desire
To run my hand on your skin
To feel the every single imperfection
Write poetry about you
To show you my affection

Sorry if I can’t fulfil your noble desires
Of being in your harem
Digest your lies
And hypocritical ******* you spew
Sorry if you are repulsed by me
Because after all, I’m too honest to be made for you
Peris Wambui Apr 22

I looked at myself in the mirror,
Smiled,  but hit back with a frawning reflection,  
My thoughts lingered on the darkened soul,
Where the black suit sheltered pain, deep sketched scars of a tortured heart...
A place they found as comfortable as home,
A place they cry and mourn.

Daughter of fate as written,
Happiness buried deep within my soul,
Screams and cries of the vengeful beasts inside,
Wanting to be let free,  
And ***** the whole situation up.
Echoes of the defeaning silence,
Sending me to hades...

They watching,
My every move tracking,
Leading me on a journey there's nothing like retrieving,
Where I hope to have an unerrinng ******* life,  
Where I wish they lull me to eternal sleep.

Their voices becoming louder as I pootle in,
Gravitating deeper in the gloomy atmosphere,  
Wild thoughts circulating in my mind,
Suicidal thoughts taking the better part of me,
with a force greater than centrifugal,  
dismantling whole of my right mind.

Their open arms luring me to hug back,
No one can save me now,
No one can unhitch me from these chains of torment, condemnation,
My mind is all frozen,
My heart is all broken,
Nothing's right,  
Maybe signing my fate is the only real thing,
Maybe I'll no longer feel this emptiness,
Just like leaves gyrate slowly to the ground.

Everything happens so fast,
In nick of time, blade in my hand,  
Gashed both of my wrists, half-arsed,
Gush of blood flowing,
I pass out,
In a pool of a blood,  I lay helplessly,
Waiting for my flipping Will to be read out.
Signed fate...

Estel Apr 21
The anger swells inside of me
Like a bomb ready to blow
But my air is gone
I can’t blow out the wick
And no ones around to listen
I guess they’re lucky
They won’t hear me screaming
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