"keziah" poems
In these first eight lines,
On the eight day of the eight month
Eight days after mine
Marks the first day of the class.
No! Most importantly, it shall forever –
on a sleeping eight “∞”, remind me of you.
On the day you turn eighteen,
I write this for you.
Regardless, of what happened,
In the past… I know that you were always
Trying to be at your best.
And that I wish you know that you
Are definitely worth it – of the time and the effort.
Yes! Not were, but are – you are worth it
Of the love, and you are worthy
Of my love, always.
Not the slightest bit of regret,
I really did, I really do and forever I will
Always be here for you.
You are you, beautiful and noble,
You shall always hold a special place in my heart
An irreplaceable throne, for you alone.
So no matter what, remember that
I will never forget you.
I knew most of the time when
You were on the brink, weak, hurt, and in pain.
But, I’m sorry and I regret
That there was nothing I could do.
When you tried to smile, to be strong, okay and happy
I appreciate it and I treasure those moments.
I always knew you were trying,
You kept on fighting…
So for everything, I wish to affirm your
Every thought, every action, and all your efforts.
I thank even the slightest gestures,
I did not let the subtlest bit of them past my attention.
I shall always pray for your prosperity, happiness and well-being.
Remember, you can always count on me, and once more
Let me tell you, in the present continuous tense
Always will and do – Keziah, I love you.
Happy Birthday, Keziah!
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 9:23 AM UTC
Look into my eyes,
And see if I didn't.
Let me hug you tight,
And tell me if I won't.
Let me hold the warmth of your hand,
And say if you feel I don't.
Search the inner calculus of my mind
Venture the hidden caverns of my heart
And voyage on the turbulent seas of my soul
Do everything in your might
Just to find yourself a "No."
Flay my skin
Crush my bones to dust
And make a tonic of my blood
Make me walk on live flames
Squeeze me dry
And hold to trial every bit of mine.
Turn me inside out
Until all that is left of me is a mouth.
A mouth to ask,
Have you found your "No"?
Or have you found my answer?
A voice that speaks,
Not the slightest bit of me exists
That would give you a no.
For I did love you
I still do love you
I really really do love you
And forevermore, remember, I always will love you.
And in that last moment
When and whence nothing is left of me
I shall lay my answer to your question.
Yes.
I do...
I love you,
Keziah Maru.
Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 9:44 AM UTC