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 Oct 2021 Isaac afunadhula
keni
A complete pie with bits of filling
it's closed and shut, it has the taste of bitter apple
bitter bitter like the hands of someone
sweet sweet like the glance of someone
the words that don't stay where do they go

And yet if they left why would I look
into someones eyes or the mouth of a shark
bitter like you or the sting left behind
sweet like the words that linger in my mouth
the language we shared that we can only understand
bitter bitter cariño why can't you demand
10:04 am
 Oct 2021 Isaac afunadhula
Zywa
He drove me to the sea
I make small steps
barefoot

Barefoot steps in the cold
sand, I do my best
I don't lie down

The toes of my feet
comes towards me
Next to his steps

We have done this
before, nothing wrong
The wind was always blowing

salt into my hair
foam into my words
playing hide and seek

inside my head, and the seagulls
squawk shrilly through it
I get lost in language

differences and bad
connections, and still
he does not notice
For Maria Godschalk #139 --- Collection "On living on"
 Sep 2021 Isaac afunadhula
nivek
time tips us out of bed
then time tips us back in again
With colors splender
The sun sets it ways
Causing silent explosions
on blue canvas every day
Never twice exactly the same
A ritual
part of this black universe
Gods way.




Shell✨🐚
When people ask me , are you okay?
My mouth replies , yeah I'm fine.

BUT

My heart replies silently , "help me".
 Aug 2021 Isaac afunadhula
Azure
I’m in paradise.
The sea is aquamarine, a beautiful blue.
The sky is clear, not a cloud in sight.
Birds chirping to a melody, they form a choir.
And yet,
I can’t seem to relax.
I can’t seem to enjoy myself.
I can’t seem to stop myself from crying.
Perhaps if the sea were murky and dark,
If the sky was cotton-filled,
If the birds were in dissonance,
I wouldn’t feel so guilty.
Is this Summertime Sadness ?
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