"theunspoken" poems
SHAME!!! SHAME!!! SHAME!!!!
It’s a huge shame on the men who think its their place to strip women naked.
Shamelessly, they quote the bible, “it’s the temple so it should not be displayed”
If that is the case, why didn’t the “believers” who were present take a leso or kikoi to the lady to cover the temple? Instead you strip her???
You are the most sinful of them all and you deserve to have been thrown at the first stone.
SHAME SHAME SHAME!!!
Shame on the men who think that just because you show some skin, you need a touch.
Dressing is done for whatever reason that is personal to a soul.
No dressing is right or wrong.
It’s a shame how ignorance has raided our society and posed as norms and stupid absurd “morals”
How about we pull your trousers down when you sag them to the lowest place your belt can find?
Huh?
SHAME SHAME SHAME!!!
Shame on the men who live in the stone age era of blaming the appearance of women as a push for ***
Why not long for the ones you see on the soaps, or movies or all???
Why not dress your women in whatever you think looks appealing and only you, could strip them when you get home for your own pleasures?
SHAME SHAME SHAME!!!
Shame on the men who have brought women to the level of slavery!
Could this be insecurity making your head full??
Do women now do better than you? Yes!
Do they stand for themselves without you or even better than you? YES!
Do they have a voice? YES!!
So SHAME on you when you let your face be seen on the camera stripping a woman and shamelessly putting your fingers inside her privates.
SHAME on you for stripping a woman her integrity and dignity and letting the whole world know.
Your Education was a Fail!!!
I recommend you go back to school and learn some more.
This is a sign of IDLENESS, DEBAUTCHERY and POSSESED IDEOLOGY of SADISM!!!
Its is DEVILISH!
Who is our society raising?
Fathers or Defilers?
REMEMBER that this person, next time,
This, could be your sister,
Your mother
Or your wife!!
SHAME! SHAME!! SHAME!!!
©TheUnspoken
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 1:13 AM UTC
Dear Ex,
Been figuring how to write this letter to you.
To you Carol for Helping me be independent
To you Beatrice for making my Trust Grow
To you Tash for teaching me good ***
To you Carol for teaching me that crying is okay
To you Olive for teaching me hangover remedies that actually worked
And To you Beth, for making me stronger than ever.
Its strange sometimes, I sit and reflect
of how it would be if I hadn't been in your lives as a lover, then.
Would some chunks in my life be missing because I wouldn't have learnt any lessons?
Would I be a Better Lover?
Would I still be innocent because I wouldn't know a painful heartbreak and how it felt to really want to revenge and hold on to Anger?
Would I still be a ******
The fights, built me.
The tours, made me exposed to races,tribes,religions all specrums of life.
The laughs extended my life
The friendship made me love.
Yes, there was pain
there were tears
Curses
But all these, were corners of the road that I journey to, to perfection someday.
You taught me how different love was.
It can't be defined in a single word.
ha ha, I remember, to one of you, foot massages and a shower together every night meant I Love you
For the other, saying it after every hour meant I Love you.
Its different.
IT IS BEAUTIFUL.
This is a note of gratitude.
Saying THANK YOU, for making me a better Lover.
THANK YOU for making me a better Mother.
THANK YOU for making me The BEST Best Friend
THANK YOU for now, Making me THE BEST WIFE.
I Am Happy.
And unlike a large number that would hate Ex's
and curse
and regret,
I choose the Route of Gratitude,
coz this far,
I will say
You Molded me
To the better person I am now.
I Respect You.
©TheUnspoken
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 8:41 AM UTC
*Deep within me I had a song.
But one morning i wake up, and the words are no longer the same
The rhythm has dissapeared and it makes no sense no more.
In my tiny hands I carried a ***
Inside it Sweet fragrances of promises,hope was overflowing from the mouth of the ***
But this afternoon, despite all my strength to hold it tight,
it slipped....and fell...Then it broke.
In my eyes, I had a mirror, in it I saw a beautiful reflection..
I saw nothing but flawless skin,
a glowing image, a smile that shone so bright
But this evening, I look back to same mirror
and all i see is shuttered soul.
Broken pieces, all on the floor
patches of the once shimmering beauty, distorted.
I had a soul
a beautiful attracting soul.
See I believed in the blue skies
But tonight, am sleeping under Grey Dark haunting clouds.*
My Heart is shuttered.
©TheUnspoken
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 9:20 AM UTC
Its hard to mend a broken heart.
*Its even harder to bring back a smile on the face of the one whose tears drown the pillow every night.
Its sadder when she doesn't know where she went wrong.
Frustrating when she doesn't know how to make it up because she has no idea how it all came crumbling down.
Its scary when she starts to think of the future you planned together.
More scary to look at the house you both picked and wished to someday in silence and hugs sit by the fire place.
Its makes her lose her mind whenever the tune you two used to dance to plays.
It makes her scream and her mind shutters.
Its impossible for the light to shine when she is left in a tunnel with unending darkness.
The final stub goes through her once tender firm but now broken heart when she thinks of another person in you arms, calling you by the same name she referred you to.*
Its ever dark when you break her heart.
© TheUnspoken
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 7:00 AM UTC
I hold the dice tightly in my palm
I shake 'em and roll them on the floor
I shut my eyes,
hoping my desired number takes the day.
3 For dead end, 5 for Hope
8...misery!
She loves me, she loves not
She will take me back , nuh, she wont.
Since when did my life become such a gamble?
I roll All my care into one HUGE ball
OUT the window!!
Its I now.
The light only in MY eyes.
It doesn't go this way
Enough is here
the End has come!
©TheUnspoken
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 7:08 AM UTC
*In her arms, he lay.
David, all the love he knew,
in her sweet, tender arms she rested, almost all day.
Feeding from the sweetest of milk his 2 year life knew so far.
Rocking. He liked it when Sandra rocked him...felt...
happy.
It was then all peaceful.
Like always.
Only this time, no fingers ran through his face.
His eyes, only fixed to the door.
Stretching out his arm towards it.
It go too quiet.
So silent, it felt nervous.
He began to cry,
Cry for attention from beloved Sandra. But beloved mother Sandra, could not respond to anymore.
Eyes shut.
Dead.
But still, in her arms, like she vowed,
was still holding on tight.
To the promise she made.
To hold him close.
All, to her Final breath.*
©TheUnspoken
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 3:35 AM UTC
They say when you find something that changes your life for the best, keep it
They say when you see a Rainbow in the sky, stop and look for a minute, it doesn't appear everyday
The say when you walk down a road full of dust and it starts to drizzle, for a few minutes don't run, let it wash over you
Many a times I come by souls that make me smile
But you, make me Glow
Souls that help me up, but you, carry me in your arms
Souls that sing songs for me, but you, create the rythmn of it
Beauty can be defined by many adjectives and verbs,
but the Beauty of a soul like you, no human invented letter can explain.
You've taught me to stand on my feet
Taught me that crying is okay, but wiping them off and building a bridge over it is a step
You've taught me that maybe, I may not be there today, but soon enough, with a little effort everyday, I will get to where I want to be.
And each morning, I wake up feeling better than the day before.
Though we have our bad times, its nature of life, you have loved me through it all.
Never gave up on me.
And I,
will forever be grateful, to you. My beloved.
©TheUnspoken
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 12:40 PM UTC
There comes a time...
a time in everyone's life, that you sit down at your most peaceful place
listening to every key of your favorite melody
and reflect on every minute lived on this earth.
A time when fears encompasses you
and uncertainty of tomorrow fills your thoughts.
I am at that point now.
Wondering if today was my last breath,
if I touched as enough hearts
If I gave a single soul hope to live
If There will be a soul on earth whose my departure will touch.
If there is someone who will weep for me
If there is someone who will celebrate my little life.
See, up to this far, I am not a millionaire.
I don't drive a posh car or live in a mansion,
But I am surrounded with souls.
Souls that need to be encouraged,
souls that need a simple hug.
And despite not all material things
Did I make a Difference...However tiny?
If this was my final breath, which songs will remind the people around me of Me.
So, however late it may be
I choose to put down, down in my heart,
Every memory
every touch
every smile.
And to the Holder of my life I pray.
That in Life, or In Death,
HE shall Abide With Me.
©TheUnspoken
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 3:43 AM UTC
I
Let Us Pray…
These are the words I said on the onset of a meeting with a group of queer friends during one of our monthly gatherings.
To me, It was just a plain statement, not like I had ever said it before in these meetings
But this time, the angel in me (read conscience) pushed me to do so.
Until Ma’ , one of my good friends and the leader of the team turned right to me and smiled.
Slowly held my hand and as if asking for permission to carry on, looked around the room and asked, “Shall we”?....
“To whom are we praying?”
..then that’s when the relevance of the question hit me.
I would’av promised if this was a stranger, it would have taken a whole day for me to figure out why, she actually said that.
It was like everyone in the room was waiting for this simple question to get an opportunity to contribute.(it was more easier to contribute to fun conversations like *** relationships family and all, but religion, this was a first).
And so the heated debate began.
II
"Make sure you include my god xxx(no names mentioning)
"No you should also remember my god ***
...voices kept being thrown around the room until Ma shushed everyone then turned and gave me this look..
Then I realized and the question started hitting me.
When you are in a gathering and feel the urge to pray, like you always do befor beginning any task of your own, should you pray?
Should you invite everyone to pray to your particular "god"...
Should you also put into consideration other people's belief's and pray to their "god" too despite you not believing in their deities.?
Or should you just shut the heaven up and carry on?
Will tell you on how the meeting went.
But what are your thoughts on the same?
PS: I Am a Believer.
©TheUnspoken
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 4:24 AM UTC