"Alone in my city"

It is a silent night
I'm Standing out here on a reddish black lavander,
I'm Lonely and lights are creepy bimming,
The pleasant breeze of Gikondo
Are smelling like blossoming roses,
And i glance at the scattered
Low glimming lights of Nyamirambo,
And eye a surreal joyful avalanche.

I grab my phone and start swinging
around the front balcony,
recording my voice singing one of dualipa's songs,
My voice sounds ridiculous
and i hate it,maybe i have
to train it out In the rain.

And i'm Longing to dance like no one is watching,
Because nobody's around for me,
It makes me feel bored and anxious,
And i can't help but lock all the doors
And every familiar window,
my white short,brownish black jumper
and dark red nike sketchers are ready
i need to step out for a while,
And have an ounce wander down my city.

Hot teens of my age are here,
I'm not standoffish,i do some cares,
Beautiful girls with black hairs
and pile black eyes are wandering here,
With skinny ripped jeans
fitting their big sized hips
And my eyes can't help but stuck on
Their cleavage and woow silently,
My city is really too serene and surreal.

her brown hair was like
non-insulated
stranded copper wires
of high current carrying capacity,

her dark-black eyes were like voltage,
and my resistance was very low

her hips were like power supply
with two step-up transformers

the dulcet words she whispered
were like electrons flowing
in my ears

when she approached me,her gait
was like magnetic attraction,
and we had unlike poles

her hands on mine were like
magnetic sparks,like that
of a short-circuited contactor

the magnetic field was the
dark-grey carpet we were standing
on

and her red sappy lips
were like ground wire
as she kissed my cheeks
and the shock was neutralised

I can see streaked hot tears of happiness,
I can see the even gruns feeling our
Enthusiastic faces,
All i see is an impaccable throng,
I can see a serene family,
A coherent family,
Been waiting for this surreal moment,
No more jarrings and envies,
Cynocism is chased away,
We are now cemented none is
Gonna break us,
Our teardrops have turned into  snowflake of a joyful Avalanche,
We ain't gonna be parted again.

Friendzone"

A very perplexed area,
A prison for plitonic love
Where you long for chance to
Escape.

A tighten belt for one's wishes,
A room of much pretending ,
A stoical relationship for two
In search for the best way to
Offer the on heart matters.

A zone of jealousy and resentment,
Chewing over both kind of outcomes,
A loose or win region,
A zone to be eluded by the witty ones only.

I didn't kiss my girl and i won't
Cause that'll be like a quick shower
I'll snuggle her in my couch
Cuddle her with my both hands
soothe her with my dulcet words
Meneuver her stranded black hair gently across her Earings and
move them to her spine
She'll glow a want to want me Look,
And she'll pull me closer
Until my eyes are near her cleavage
And i know my iris will stuck there
She'll raise my chin and ask me
What's wrong
And i'll tell her that she's beautiful
That she deserve a boy like me
A boy who love her as she worth
And we'll go on a holiday cruise
That's where i'll woo my girl
I'll give her a pluck of roses and lilies
And we'll be coherent and surreal
This time i won't be patient
But i won't even kiss her
I'll only eat her bottom lips for sure.

The fact that i didn't care
The lisses that i didn't share
Was just a matter of welfare
And so she sat sadly on her black chair
Waiting for my spare
So that she doesn't hear any sound
of despair
And i had gone to work somewhere
Not cheating her ,i swear
But she didn't listen not even dare
She took time to get dressed
And brush her black shiny hair
Sitting there in a short armchair
She took all  her clothes even the
Underwears
Then she left me unware
I should have released all my tears
but i realised that what she did
was not fair
and i had to move on for better.

when i open up the book....
my mind gets sturdy and weary,
and i feel derf and merry,
like girls in summer party,
feeling sober but not really,

my eyes change their look,
and i can only see the consonant
and vowels as a great cook,
my ears get connected to my
optic nerve,
so that the rhymes are the only thing
I can observe,
and i get focused straightly, no more curves,
so that i can be able to serve
my brain and get something to love,

when i open up the book ......
the pain goes away
like a patient being told that he's gonna leave hospital today,
like a surprised ******* her birthday,
and i can only feel a better
future coming in my way.

when i open up a book.........
i embrace the real meaning
of life,
knowing that i should never end it
With a knife,
my soul become so sensitive,
So that i can only think positive,
feeling strong and competitive,
because i embrace something to give,
and i do this silently,not talkative.