#guest
I leave a little
of the food I was given --
Yes, it is tasty!
Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 2:36 AM UTC
Silence sits in my room,
Invisible to the world,
yet I am the
one who can see.
Does she carry a burden,
or is she finally at peace?
Do they ignore her,
or are they just
too blind to see?
She remains aloof,
never coming into view.
Yet I am deeply aware
of how silence can feel.
In the loudest crowd
of the world,
she stands—
so calm and still.
Patiently waiting
to steal
a few words
that might free her
from the world.
The thought sounds
surreal,
so desperate to disappear.
Yet silence stays in the room—
hidden behind the wall,
visible only to me.
Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 3:42 AM UTC
Less stuff in my house.
That will create space, enough --
to welcome a guest.
Oct 24, 2025
Oct 24, 2025 at 4:11 AM UTC
A guest: cupboard
opening, walking, rustling --
silence, out the door.
Oct 24, 2025
Oct 24, 2025 at 4:10 AM UTC
You know the feeling
of not belonging, being --
different, a guest.
May 19, 2025
May 19, 2025 at 2:19 AM UTC
I watch him eating his dinner
while he digests
it devours him from the inside
the unwelcome guest
they sit together to watch tv
every programme chosen to forget
what no one wants to talk about
the unwelcome guest
he never knew when it moved in
but we're way beyond eviction
they will share that armchair
for the rest of their lives
Feb 8, 2024
Feb 8, 2024 at 2:23 PM UTC
My perspective between the rusty leaves
is a dream house on the edge of the forest
picked up on the way, in the fall
Rich colours in the sun caress
the wooden skin flakes
of Mother Earth
and I am passing by
just a moment
a guest
Mar 26, 2023
Mar 26, 2023 at 3:30 AM UTC
Knock, and it shall be opened unto you,
If you, indeed, are true.
If so, the Bridegroom's door will open wide
To let His guest inside.
Knock, but beware if true, indeed, you're not;
For not one tittle or jot
Shall pass the Lion guarding, at attention,
The door to God's dimension.
He'll bounce you off the doorstep with a roar
Like none you've heard before.
Oct 18, 2022
Oct 18, 2022 at 11:40 AM UTC
You know the feeling
of not belonging, being --
different, a guest.
Dec 17, 2021
Dec 17, 2021 at 3:44 AM UTC
Creative minds shine through silent shadows
Freer thoughts run along the edges
Of boundary lines untied
Distracted less distressed
Confinement now a guest
In a safer space to play
Separate states arrange personal traits
To trust the chance of expectations
Enforce the plight of set objectives
Opportunities arise to compliment
Though every aim cannot be met
We suit our direction and intent
Dec 14, 2020
Dec 14, 2020 at 12:31 PM UTC
,,Do not cry“
But what if I want to?
,,Behave“
But what if I don´t want to?
I always tried to hold back my tears
My mind full of voices
Which tried to blame me
My feelings always drowned
In the fear of displeasing others
It might be my last challenge
I am worthy
Worthy to feel
Worthy to show
I will cry, scream and weep
In their faces
Sadness will be my guest
For a moment
For a day
For a week
As long as it takes
I won´t swallow any more
I will spit it all out
No matter if you like it or not
So take my tears
Take my smile
It will be different tomorrow
Nothing stays the same
I refuse to hide my change
I refuse to hide my emotions
You may leave if you dislike it
Because I won´t give up on my path
I won´t give up on my choices
Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 9:58 AM UTC
A guest: carefully
she settles into a chair –
she does not know yet.
Jul 3, 2020
Jul 3, 2020 at 4:52 AM UTC
An attitude of purrfect proportions.
But those,
come to stroke me
eyes..
You smile until there guest scampers
over your feet "surprise,
Apr 22, 2020
Apr 22, 2020 at 6:05 PM UTC
I crawled quietly off the day's activity
My head was still banging hard like the hit of a starved lover boy
Coupled with the blessing of downpour upon the earth some hours before
Retiring to my spacious room with nothing but the beauty of a carpet
Upon the supposed protection of my duvet
A merrying sound of some uninvited guests dancing towards my crib
They all beamed so well with a sweet smile on their face
Their chants wasn't victorious as it supposed to be
But a beautiful chants of conspiracy and rebellion
I cannot be a target I murmured under my large cover
Yeeh!!!
I'm hurt
They all drag my flesh among each other
This is unfair
My heart cry for help but my mouth has been muted
It was suppose to be a celebration of whatever
But here they are feasting on my already tiring body
How come you all want to feast but forget your meal at home
I asked one thousand and one times
I hope I will find something within me when the sunrise
Upon this sadness
I laid myself totally for their evil party
© Wale **** 2019
May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 7:40 AM UTC
The green banks where I played
I'm back, on my guard
The streets of my youth
I cry and hug
amma and my sisters
I won't leave here again
even if I have to fight for it
It's not in mý hand
to **** or to die
No longer can I be an exile
a polite guest conforming
like a slave
I'm back on my guard
in my own house, and you, brother
the oldest, you must be wiser
no king
can crown himself
at best he can be a servant
Mar 30, 2019
Mar 30, 2019 at 6:13 AM UTC
The last rays of the sun are touching the third floor of the buildings.
Same color as the clouds.
For as long as I look at it, it will stay there,
perfect and frozen and beautiful.
The moment I look away it will be gone.
If only I could hold this last light in my hands,
like a cup to keep me warm,
like a bowl that brims over.
Peek through the blinds again tomorrow, love.
I'll still be here.
Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 6:44 PM UTC
This time no single bird
can not sing
the dawn song.
A mental gun shooter
said in a
primary school.
This time no flower
can be thrown
to dustbin
in this globalisation era.
A mental gun shooter
said in a high school.
This time no
excuse will be
acceptable
for last time to
support the word
'sorry'.
A mad gun
shooter in govt run
paying guest.
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 8:57 AM UTC
- Nice to meet you.
- No, nice to meet you.
- Who invited you?
- The Crow.
- And you?
- My boss.
- Hmmm...
- Why?
- I was just wondering if,
by any chance,
you knew how to hunt rabbits.
- No, but I know how to follow orders
and shut up.
- Well, good for you!
I'll rather be black and fear the light,
then blue and having nothing to do.
- What?
- I was just talking about colors.
What is your favorite color?
- Grey.
- I thought so...
- Why?
- Because you're wearing pants.
- !?
You are not making any sense!
- I know.
Goodnight said the bird of pray
before disappearing behind the shiny yellow curtain.
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 7:48 AM UTC
Under the curse
There is a loss of humour :
Childlike excitement is friction in memory
and become
a tinnitus of love
upon your compressed exhaustion
It takes a persistence
the insistence of the stubborn
a guesting
to transverse the yawn within
to make you a new spell
This could bring about your
day-to-day skills and willingness
Regain the hum
Observe the silliness and the tune of your make
Recognise the scope
and think a smile.
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 10:53 PM UTC
Xenia stands for
Guest and stranger, why did we
Separate kindness
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 7:32 PM UTC
Suiside upon instruction
Through institution
By relation to another
And being bared upon
By your own misfiring soul
A shaky exit ;
Lonely
Or lonely, with company
Approach The Pig Empty
With a mind and not a rattle
; a pressure of Taughts
in loving nothing
glove oblivion
a pardon from suffering ?
a finite mime
Signed - a guest
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 12:39 AM UTC
knock knock
there is someone who want to come in
but the fact is
i don't want it
because the guest is not you
Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 12:55 PM UTC