I'm a puzzle waiting to be solved. Complicated. That jumbles their minds. A puzzle with my broken pieces scattered all along the lanes and roads on the map of my dark dark life. They try to find my fragments and they fail. I'm built of shattered words of hope tripping on trails of self doubt.

And with strangled emotions ricocheting against the walls of my soul. The hollow echoes of those sweet lullabies that reverberates through my mind, making no definitions, leaving me empty.

And it's only numb pain rebounding within my veins. As they crack open my walls of security. All there eyes scruntinize me under their cruel disgusted gazes as I slump to ground and shiver, bleeding my wounds again and again.

I can't be who I am.

And after a million lost battles I surrender.

And accept its only darkness that defines me.

Your promises are wintry sunrays,
Streaming into my pupils
Through the festival of skyscrapers.
Here on the road,
Cold gray stones are lying still,
To be caressed by your mustard gold,
Saying, "Hold."
And I'm holding,
Moving yet clinging to your song,
Like gravity admires every moment
The tangibility of earth,
The way sensibility overflows from
Its liquefied core.
Peaceful easy feeling surrounds me
Whenever you open your lips.
Voice, subtle and slow
Paint my walls with a glow that only
Speaks to snowflakes.
And I collect them, thinking
How they will melt on your hidden skin
That is so pale and bright
At the same time.
Patience it is,
Between us, letting me draw words
One after another,
Letting me hope that
I can make you come back
To a home, that has no ceiling no floor,
Only arms,
Constantly ricochetting
The pure silence of my prayers.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

The Gospel knocks
On the doors of willingness
Seeking to ameliorate fear
Of all kinds.

He rings the bell of freedom
Exonerating the willing signs
From the trial of guilt - ridden
Near or far.

The voice of melody
Infused with the message of
Acquaintance and bitter truth
Crying out loud!

Celebrate the reason for this topic
In the midst of madness
Spreading the virus of
Change.

Upon his miracles
Lies the doom of affliction
And enchantments of the
Unknown craves.

Celebrate his agents on the honour of his carriage
Winning wars with neither bullets ricochetting off points
Nor guns filled with
Natural sabotage.

Crazy has he gone with his presentations
Showcasing mysteries with the
Soundness of fruitful agility
Making waves.

Crazy is evergreen on topics
Hitting the drums of the percussionists
With joyful glance
Never to cease from crazy topics.

I see you.

i don't see an end...

Could it be the scratches on my spectacle lens,
Rearranging my sense of sight and disorienting my instincts...

Could it be the ricochetting rays of the sun, glistens from that hair of yours and into the very mouth of my soul..

These eyes...
My eyes,
They see you..

They still do.