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I travel cities with eager and hope ,
I leave home as if I won't get back ,
It's a beautiful pain ,the one that wakes a man out bed early.

In the mixture of emotions it comes ,
Like another episode.
Curious to explore and expect ,
This is when love is no more admired,
But felt like a curse.

On arrival no hurry to meet ,greet or call.
Above ignorance is disrespect but more of excuses,
It's the day I was aware ,it was no love
But a bluff

Do you speak of future we shall spend time together,and no hurry to spend time together?
What does future relate with now ?
Is one immature or just uninterested?
When love with words is just a lie and actions speaking differently is another heartbreak.
Brian Mutua Sep 14
In places where butterflies glow
Glowing with their attractive features,  
Though many they may be, different they seem.  
But to take one away is a scar we already carry,  
Yet still seek to understand.

To you, my heart,,sweet as you are,  
You're also a mystery,  
The kind that pulls me closer  
And glues me to you.

I want a story ,one that keeps us smiling,  
Through sorrow, joy, and into old age, if we're lucky.  
But you take most pages,
Does that mean you prefer me in your heart,  
More than just on paper?

Sometimes I wonder, how crazy you make me feel,  
Yet I still give you my heart.  
I may allow you to pierce it,
Sometimes it may bleed,
But still, I’ll always choose you.


In a burning ground,  
Let me carry you in my arms.  
In your silence,  
Let me fill it with words of comfort.  
You deserve love,
And from me, I’d carry a mountain for you.

Only that my arms are too short to wrap it all at once.  
But my heart is wealthy,
And I can share it all with you.
I’m running dry of words…
Always choose to love ,for it's better the pain of love than pain of hate.
Brian Mutua Sep 8
In the darkest corners of my quiet nights,I stare deep into my darkest thoughts.
A mixture of feelings I experience, maybe anger - happiness or sadness,
But confusion is the result, difficult it is any signs of clarity to have.
It's complicated like searching for a key ,fallen to the ground at night,
And how is it possible to find it , without any light but natural eyes?

Then it clicks into my mind , maybe I should look for light, I really need it,the key.
I text her ,she is my therapist, maybe a lover, or a friend.
But disappointments comes unexpectedly, mostly unwelcomed,
No replies, neither phone calls ,just the silence again,
But this time,it's a warfare,it's a wish to never have started looking for light.


Sometimes it's better what we have,than looking for something that will take it away,
Our own silence can be more peaceful,but we barely feel comfortable in it,
Other people's silence can be harmful,that we force them to fill the gap ,
Only to become their slaves,but what can we do with silence anyway?
It's a beautiful poem that explains the beauty of our own silence,we hate it ,the silence . We try to force others to remember
us, validate and talk to us but when they fail we become confused and even sometimes hate ourselves.
Brian Mutua Sep 2
Heading back to paradise,
Let me be the coolest breeze for you.  
If you're walking through the desert,  
Let me be your finest water.  
In your lowest moments,  
Let me be the reason you smile.  
And in your happiest times,  
Let me be a part of your comfort.

My mind is heavy, it's true
Let me share what’s within with you.  
My silence runs deep,
Let me listen to all you want to say.  
My vision is clear ,because it’s you.  
Let me hold onto you, for us
To have a conversation,
Let  us be the conversation.

Show me a star in the sky,  
And I’ll help you see it in yourself.  
Show me a diamond,  


And I’ll prove how priceless  you are.  
People see what they want,
But let me see you ,
Tell me what you think,
Let me know a little of your world.

I want to hold your hand,  
And never let it go.  
I want to be a great swordsman,  
To protect you from other swordsmen.  
I want to be your pain,
Not the kind that hurts,  
But the kind that pushes you to grow.  
I want to be your happiness,
Not just the smile,  
But the one who celebrates your success.

Just let me.Love
This poem is dedicated to the lovers who don't command but asks for permission to love,not according to one's way but also to understanding the other person.
Brian Mutua Aug 27
I saw the earth swallow bodies,  
The sky steal back the sun ,that shines even to burn.  

I try to keep souls that end up draining me dry.  
All was just a dream,  
Believed to live in , suddenly, so soon, I had to leave.  

Like hell built in diamond bricks,  
And doors with every beautiful color.  
It attracts ,it forces one to stay,  
Even in the absence of peace.  

It was hell , it is, and it will be,  
Until we're ripped apart,  
With scars on our delicate heart.  

Until we start losing ourselves,  
Until we feel more than confused.  

Then later, we are forced to see again  
And it's better  
To sit with our demons again,  
But not in hell  
But in heart.  
For they'll sure be my teachers in disguise.
The power to detach is described in philosophical way in this poem polishing the attractive dark side that pulls us in the trap .
Brian Mutua Aug 27
The nights that keep me awake,  
In dreams where we meet and simply are
But at the dawn of a new day,
A new phase that’s old  
It shows me the truth:  
That you are far.  

I wonder;
Why didn’t the creator build a portal,  
Where a single word could summon you to me?

Then, every time,  
I’d wear you around my neck like a charm,  
And the world would work properly for me  
Because you’d be around.  
In my mind,  
You’re the captain of this ship.  
You help navigate every direction.  
What an empty soul I’d be without you

You are the fire that fuels me.  
In you, I see life.  
And in my dreams, I only dream of you.  
A nightmare?  
That’s not part of my story.  

In silence, I envision a future  
And on every page of that future,  
Your name is written.  
You have a voice that heals,  
A smile so special,  
That only you carry.

Where are you really from?  
Are you the special one made  
In a land of myths,  
Where truths are often ignored?  

You’re the one thing I found truth in.  
There is no hell in your reality  
And even if it existed,
I could endure it because of you.

You’re my dream,
The one I never wish to wake from,  
But live in.  
You’re my life
The one I don’t wish to die from,  
But explore forever.  

You’re my desire,
The one I find pleasure in,  
And never want to stop seeking.  

You’re my destiny,
The one I don’t fully know yet,  
But in you, it’s already written.

Hope, above all
You are my everything.  
And nothing can defeat you.
This poem is dedicated to those whom their lovers are distanced by circumstance but wish to be closer at the same time.
Brian Mutua Aug 27
Talking of beauty,then is to say your crafted design draws the line .

The art of drawn image of your face portray not just the awesome colors of butterfly but a magnetic aura of your inner soul.

The body shaped in a perfect size ,that even the designer adorered by your image.

I can stand still and stare in amusement at you without a word for a wonderful world in you.

You arouse every emotion within my being because it is of what is you.

You make me obsessed of all of you,then in a world full of diagnosis you'll be my only medicine.

You're one flavor in a million different flavors that I won't fail to choose , because my tongue only feels your taste.

You're in deed beautiful creature & my beloved.
It's a poem in a romantic form expressing the adoration of the beloved beauty
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