"javu" poems
After a day and a half
party like i should not have
**** my loungs with the smoke
Get some ice cream at 4
a.m i know
I should get some sleep or no
Find myself Womenless
No one to feed my soul
Question the life
Question the chance
Did not take it this time
Brown skin blue eyes
Short hair no bra
Lost the key to my home
Too drunk to recall
De javu of adiction it's on my way i know
Should leave the vice behind
The venom i love
All quiet today
all is gone
Alone i do stay
No one to give confort
At the end it all ends
No one really cares
And once again i find myself
All alone
Womenless
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 4:06 AM UTC
I have felt this same feeling before.
Five years? Six years ago?
How would I forget it?
It's nothing close to feelings
of reminisce but closer to De Javu.
That feeling I forced down at the balcony
of the home I called home.
Right now I am standing
on this plateau just to catch
a breath before another long haul.
My breathe exhausted,
all I can think about
is the very generic prayers
I have said in the last two years.
Okay, no! It was March last year!
The night I prayed it from the depth
of my belly.
It was like the last gasp.
But that was then.
Right now I am caught in between
thanksgiving for what I didn't ask for
and just that one prayer I haven't been able to spill out.
and just that
one
prayer I haven't
been able to spill
out.
Yes, that one prayer.
You see, it's probably
the most important prayer
I will make before I'm 50.
But once again, I am hiding
secrets from my Father.
You guessed sir,
it's this same disease.
And it's this same me
walking around the garden
with leaves I plucked from
the neighbouring trees
after hearing you walk the garden.
This same garden you tended.
They say, You say ask and it will be given.
The only reason I haven't asked
is because I'm not sure you will give.
"Which of you fathers, if your son asks for a fish, will give him a snake instead?"
But it is this fish. It is this fish that I want.
And yet the journey back seems really long.
I have felt this same feeling before.
The other day, I flipped through the pages of the paper but couldn't find the address.
No, not Williams Street.
You know it.
You know everything.
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 5:21 AM UTC
Your name use to be,
such a sweet melody.
Now it's brings to me,
nothing but pain and misery.
Dying when I met you,
it was hell that we went through.
Opposites attract and they been too.
I came alive when I left you.
Broke my heart doing what you had to do.
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 1:06 AM UTC
Walking through these paths
A walk I feel I have taken
These memories
Why do things keep repeating itself?
I remember
This familiar feeling
This feeling
A feeling of before
These empty thoughts
Haven't I been here before?
These significant signs
I have seen them before
I had this dream
My reality,
A repeat of this dream.
Looking around
Seeing new things
Haven't I lived this before
De Javu,
Why do you keep coming back?
Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson
Jul 6, 2020
Jul 6, 2020 at 11:18 AM UTC