"whe" poems
he drank wine all night of the
28th, and he kept thinking of her:
the way she walked and talked and loved
the way she told him things that seemed true
but were not, and he knew the color of each
of her dresses
and her shoes-he knew the stock and curve of
each heel
as well as the leg shaped by it.
and she was out again and whe he came home,and
she'd come back with that special stink again,
and she did
she came in at 3 a.m in the morning
filthy like a dung eating swine
and
he took out a butchers knife
and she screamed
backing into the roominghouse wall
still pretty somehow
in spite of love's reek
and he finished the glass of wine.
that yellow dress
his favorite
and she screamed again.
and he took up the knife
and unhooked his belt
and tore away the cloth before her
and cut off his *****
and carried them in his hands
like apricots
and flushed them down the
toilet bowl
and she kept screaming
as the room became red
GOD O GOD!
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?
and he sat there holding 3 towels
between his legs
no caring now wether she lft or
stayed
wore yellow or green or
anything at all.
and one hand holding and one hand
lifting he poured
another wine
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There came a time in the history of Nigeria when she dreamed for independence,
There came a moment in the history of Nigeria when she groaned to gain freedom from the British;
There came a season in the history of Nigeria when she desired to obtain independence from her rulers.
The moment when she groaned for independence,
The season when she was ready to groam freedom;
The moment when she desired to be independent as a country.
The moment when she seeked her elites to stand up and fight for independence,
The season when she awaited the voice and appearance of her freedom fighters;
The moment whe she believed that independence was ready to answer the call of nature in her country.
The moment when she believed to find freedom and independence which as that missing part of her that made her a complete country,
The season when she trusted and believed in the treasure called independence;
The moment when she hoped and desired to be called an independent and sovereign nation in the history of the world.
The moment when she was expectantant of the mother called independence,
The season when nothing meant anything to her except for the father called freedom;
The moment when she still believe to be an independent country despite foreign exploitations,
with the understanding that she could still stand up on her feet as an independent country.
She believed that someone who understands her tears and passion for freedom and independence,
will arise and fight for her freedom knowing that he will never bear to see her travail in birth for independence.
The elites she knew not but believed was out some where fortiing and preparing themselves for independence and fight for freedom.
Independence she waited for like an expectand mother of a child,
Each step she took was believed to bring her closer to freedom and independence.
She believed in freedom and independence for her country and it's occupants, and not
colonisation and exploitation from the British colony.
She believed in fighting for freedom and independence than dying a coward,
She believed in her elites efforts to obtain her independence and sovereignty.
She expected her elites to stand up and rage for independence to freedom and sovereignty,
which they did when the opportunity and strategy came for them to uphold.
She believed that destiny will bring her independence and freedom,
when the hour of liberation from exploitation comes.
She believed that her pains and heart beat was felt and understood by her elites.
The name independence she was passionate about and the fame freedom she was desperate about.
The memories of colonisation she groaned to erase and the histories of exploitation she desired to filtrate.
The name independence she struggled to uphold and the gain freedom she strived to unfold.
Before her moment of independence,
she strived to make full proof of her countrie's ambitions,
she sort self asset and not self liability.
She seeked and desired independence and freedom from exploitaion which she got.
Her dignity and hour as a country was restored on that fateful day of October 1, 1960 whe she gained and famed her independence and freedom.
She believed in independence and freedom which she got.
The death of her elites and freedom fighters was never in vain.
This is Nigeria At 53 and she is still a sovereign and independent country.
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 4:28 AM UTC
It started with a clever picking
Then the horn of cenarius sounding
Followed by an agile creep-blocking
The start of the beginning
Sk, Lina, Leoric lanes the bottom
A superior lane control no one could ever question
Burrow, Bolt, and array has been thrown
That poor enemy's troll got pawned
And now let's go into the middle lane
Whe're SF and Davion came
In this battle they would have to claim
The elusive exp and gold they can possible gain
The top lane's meepo was quite steady
For his enemies are getting heavy
Fissure and Nova are his enemy
The fearsome combo of deadly harmony
As the ferocious battle goes by
In ganks and clashes, skills fly
Some juke, some escape, and some die
The other team thrashtalks "nice try"
Oh dear meepo tries to solo Roshan
The other heroes try to ********
In the woods they find the one
That lone troll farming in wonderland
Sandking immediately winks
Followed by a nimble blink
Burrowstrike makes the troll sink
GG troll as many would think
The the team tries to push
TP-save the opponent used
But meepo breaks the unwanted truce
And tries to squeeze away the juice
They have to **** raigor
Who, in echo slam, has had a great score
But you seeit was only five versus four
Thus it leads the enemy in sore
Alas! the balance has been broken
It's a gg that's nearly spoken
The defenders has fallen
Rax, towers, and the tree are all broken
If only they've warded more
They would've prevented the gank on troll
The other team had a greater score
And they could have a chance to backdoor
Perhaps it was a close call
For a team you wouldn't easily small
Life indeed is like a ball
Just pawned because of the lone trol
Jan 29, 2010
Jan 29, 2010 at 8:00 AM UTC
It started with a clever picking
Then the horn of cenarius sounding
Followed by an agile creep-blocking
The start of the beginning
Sk, Lina, Leoric lanes the bottom
A superior lane control no one could ever question
Burrow, Bolt, and array has been thrown
That poor enemy's troll got pawned
And now let's go into the middle lane
Whe're SF and Davion came
In this battle they would have to claim
The elusive exp and gold they can possible gain
The top lane's meepo was quite steady
For his enemies are getting heavy
Fissure and Nova are his enemy
The fearsome combo of deadly harmony
As the ferocious battle goes by
In ganks and clashes, skills fly
Some juke, some escape, and some die
The other team thrashtalks "nice try"
Oh dear meepo tries to solo Roshan
The other heroes try to ********
In the woods they find the one
That lone troll farming in wonderland
Sandking immediately winks
Followed by a nimble blink
Burrowstrike makes the troll sink
GG troll as many would think
The the team tries to push
TP-save the opponent used
But meepo breaks the unwanted truce
And tries to squeeze away the juice
They have to **** raigor
Who, in echo slam, has had a great score
But you seeit was only five versus four
Thus it leads the enemy in sore
Alas! the balance has been broken
It's a gg that's nearly spoken
The defenders has fallen
Rax, towers, and the tree are all broken
If only they've warded more
They would've prevented the gank on troll
The other team had a greater score
And they could have a chance to backdoor
Perhaps it was a close call
For a team you wouldn't easily small
Life indeed is like a ball
Just pawned because of the lone troll
Don't worry DotA 2, I'll sacrifice my sleep for playing everyday!
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 9:17 AM UTC
Why do people die,
when they have something to live for?
And why do people live,
when they have something to die for?
A woman dies whe she has
children to live for,
And a daughter lives when she has
her brother to die for.
The woman dies of illness,
while her children wander homeless.
The daughter lives in sorrow,
because she could not save her brother's life.
The woman lived in poverty,
so she had no money for doctor or medicine.
The daughter loved her brother,
but it was not quite enough.
Both outcomes are sad.
The children live homeless.
The daughter is depressed
In the end, they die.
Jul 19, 2011
Jul 19, 2011 at 5:20 PM UTC
Eternal **** Buddy
Wakes up early
We roll around
In bed
Id get up
Make a cup
But he plays
With my head
He's my ***** call
At 2 am
Whe the liquor
Fills my blood
The coyote ugly
Try to crawl
But the boy
... Hes good
He pulls you in
Oh so easily
Doesnt even try
Yet he gets to me
Eternal **** Buddy
Hes always down
Screaming NO
just makes empty sound.
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 5:08 PM UTC
I put you on my wall today
As soon as I got home
And I smilled at how you were crooked
And I tilted my head to really see you
And that's when the water sloshed out of my ears and I was drowning
Your eyes became bubbles that helped me breathe
When I ****** them in
I became one with the pressure
The fluctuating force that I knew all to well
Spilling from my ears like a cloud too heavy to hold its weight
You drift off the wall and float with me, fragile, yet permanent and meaningful in my mind
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 12:29 PM UTC
I know you're not mine
But OK! its fine
Even though i can't ask you for dine
Nor for a cup of wine .
I try to be indifferent
when he holds you in his arms
Though I'm not a charm
But i know he is a harm.
I want you to be happy off course
But want to be the source
Its a paradox but personified.
The roses that I gifted you
Embellish your fair
Only if you tie in your hair.
My intentions are crystal clear
To love you and to be loved by you.
Its my heart and my will
I will spark love
In every breathe that you take.
It's my game
And it is certainly not for love fame
Great love stories in history
For me are always a mystery .
I will die in shame
The day I forget to love you
I can spend my whe life in expecting the same.
I'm optimistic
But not being realistic
I dream to conquer every
Chamber of your heart .
I don't belong to the naysayers
For I know god answer my prayers.
My glance turn into stare
How long i have to bare
This pain
Without having anything gain.
I'm on a roller coaster
That goes neither up nor down .
I'm starting to wonder
Is it because of my skin colour brown ?
My one sided affection
I want to deliver it to you without defection
The imperial affection.
The end
Naidu Chandra Pegu
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 11:29 AM UTC
All I really wanted
Is someone who needs me
That's all I really want
I play the game
With such precision
But I don't enjoy the hunt
You come around
With your fancy persuasion
And try to stay awhile
You tried to be
My judge and jury
And put my love on trial
Don't try to cross no burning bridges
Don't cross examine me
Don't try to cross no open spaces
Don't try to cross wire me
I'll come to order
When I'm good and ready
Don't try to make me rush
You know the answers
That I'm gonna give you
Won't really tell you much
Take what you get
I'll give you that much
To keep you satisfied
I have no defense
When it comes to hurtin
I keep it locked inside
I've got no defence
Whe n it comes to hurtin
The prosecution rests
You bound me over
As your own solution
Even though I had confessed
Don't try to cross. no open spaces
Don't try to cross wire me
Dont't try to cross no burning bridges
Don't cross-examine me !!
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 6:11 PM UTC
We live in a world, where we our called human beings and further divided as a boy and a girl. A boy, the desireable one , thus called because people want them, maybe because they are the better deal to make and a girl , the undesirable one we can say who are being aborted in lot nowdays maybe they come with responsibilites in all respect. And i am a girl and i am proud to be one although sometimes i don't feel the same way, the times whe i feel weak, times when i have to be restricted, i have to be bounded and countless more. But i find myself lucky that god chose to make me a girl. Maybe because girls have more patience, will, and also because i got to be the part of magical world of god where being a girl i can perform the nature's magic of creating a human out of me,from which boys are exempted. This is the one reason,feeling,thought, creation or difference that girls feel or make. So proud to be me. Feeling me :)
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 2:21 AM UTC
You came from The Cape of Good Hope
the land of proteas, frangipani and antelope
I was there but not in the seventeenth century
rather, I waited for you to arrive from history
Your dark violet blue flowers looked my way
as though they had something special to say
they said that you will deny me three times
whe you arrive in these wonderful climes
But there I was amongst beautiful flowers
amazing in the place where Shaw said:
that, 'They have no scent and the birds have
no song,' even great men err - he was wrong
I t was a time of transition, bright light
not only dark magical blooms but pure white
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 4:09 PM UTC
I found something
I wasn't looking for it though
They were hidden carelessly
Next to your lighters and your getaway high
Why did you keep them?
What purpose do they serve you?
I counted them carefully
Nine, one less than whe you took them from me
I took one, and closed the drawer
What's one more going to hurt?
I promise I'll stop
Starting tomorrow
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 12:00 AM UTC
the dark of my room,
the dark of your eyes.
both so convincing and so consuming.
both so safe and so relaxing.
i wish the clounds would go away
and leave us here to breathe,
i wish the sun would shin all day,
and leave us here to see
the beauty in this world is all around
in the homeless,
in the hopeless,
in the wealthy,
in the secured.
everything had a touch
and a smell that is familiar to our forgotten memories,
or thoughts locked away in old rusty caves.
they come out to play,
when you ask what i did when i was young.
i am young-
when i'm with you
in your strong arms
when we are lying in your bed,
whe you are stuck in my head.
my head it sounds like a beating drum,
i swear you should hear it
it starts when your around.
around around this emotional merry-go-round
a shot in the dark
the target was you,
you in the dark with me, always leads to something new.
ideas fly through me,
of running away
or maybe just to stay.
who knows what roads we will take to get us there.
there and here,
home is where the heart is,
the heart is where the mind will follow,
my mind on you
and the beauty in the dark
of this fake wonderful world.
goodnight.
Feb 6, 2013
Feb 6, 2013 at 1:54 AM UTC
I met her in Cameron Park
I don't remember her name
but i call her Padma
(padma is the sacret lotus)
she was a little asian girl
about 9 years old
her mother was going
to the food co-op
and she let padma stay
with me in the park
we shared a sandwich
she probably shouldn't have
accepted food from strangers
but I guess by that point
we weren't strangers
we fed the pigeons and a squirrel
she told me she was going
to dance lessons later that day
she showed all the moves
in very french sounding names
she loved dancing
and she was great at it
we talked about God
funny thing to talk about
with a 9-year old
but whe was eager to tell me
about the Buddha
I told her I liked Buddha too
but that I didnt't
believe in God
she couln't believe
that I didn't belive in God
but she said that
some day I would see
"look at the sun" she said
"look at the tree"
"look at the pigeons"
"their feathers"
"is that not the work of God?"
I could not disagree
and I didn't have the heart
to say
"lool at that homeless guy"
"look at the front page of the paper"
"drugs"
"war"
****
******
I didn't have the heart to tarnish
her heart of gold
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 12:09 PM UTC
i like the typ<e tha?t's
dif}feren\t th=an
me in every way and
**fo ^rm ** (it'll h_]urt
le.ss if th-ey hu"rt me
'cause:: i know *if that
were m'e//, i neve:/r w
ould'a done it) ,*
i like the type that'll
always make me la**ug
h ev**%en whe^n i can't
bre##athe (even tho*ugh
it'd burn and const*rict,
that, righ**t the+re, wo[u
ld be h ea v)en).
i like the typ*e that won't ob
se_ss over me as i obs@ess
ov$er the m;(wouldn't wann
a put 'em through that kinda
m is e r ,y.)
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 12:22 AM UTC
We live in a world, where we our called human beings and further divided as a boy and a girl. A boy, the desireable one , thus called because people want them, maybe because they are the better deal to make and a girl , the undesirable one we can say who are being aborted in lot nowdays maybe they come with responsibilites in all respect. And i am a girl and i am proud to be one although sometimes i don't feel the same way, the times whe i feel weak, times when i have to be restricted, i have to be bounded and countless more. But i find myself lucky that god chose to make me a girl. Maybe because girls have more patience, will, and also because i got to be the part of magical world of god where being a girl i can perform the nature's magic of creating a human out of me,from which boys are exempted. This is the one reason,feeling,thought, creation or difference that girls feel or make. So proud to be me. Feeling me :)
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 2:21 AM UTC
Ship in the harbor, I’m leaving today
the sails are set,
I don’t know yet
where it’s going to stay.
Across the crystal water, I’m leaving today
the only place I know I’m going
is that I’m going away.
All the people at the station living out their day
I go to wander and pray,
I wonder if any of them
have felt this same way.
When my trains pulls from the station I’m going away
Far from all the things I’ve known,
I need to get away.
When I’m gone
will it make a difference?
If I don’t come back
would you remember me?
Speakers at the airport calling meaningless names
I don’t care if it’s mine,
to me they’re all the same.
Pain grows smaller with runway lines, to the sky we take
flying today,
just to get away.
If I flew too high,
would you look to the sky for me?
If the ship went down,
would you look to the sea?
New city every day, finally I am away
I don’t speak the language,
I have nothing to say.
Life can be good whe you get away,
replaced with the longing
to find somewhere to stay.
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 1:46 PM UTC
i can hear the misery
of the poets, artists, and kings
of the ages we wasn't born in,
screaming in agony
as they never had the chance
to love,
to encounter,
to witness,
to paint,
to write about,
the finest masterpiece
that is you,
my biggest dream,
my dead star wish,
you are the poison that intoxicates
my veins and i couldn't ask
for anything more.
•••
i have always told myself
not to fall in love with the moment,
moments will fade away
they will burn at the back of my head
but i saw him standing there
with his palm out
for me and only me
as the love-infused music about
fools falling in love
flowed flawlessly around us
that's where i did it.
i fell in love with not only the moment,
i fell in love with the flowers in his mouth
i fell in love with him.
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 8:45 AM UTC
magnificence was never a trait of mine
thats why i always wanted to be near yours
the sun scrawls out fingers of light on your crown
The birds sing of love whe youre around
and it fills my heart with the dread of longing
how many others open their doors to your glory
and which if ever will you walk through?
my archway lays bare
all my hopes and despairs lace the floor,
curl your soul around me
and lay upon my heart
pick the beat you want,
every one is yours
and with it hope endures.
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 7:18 PM UTC
When times get
Hard, the going gets writing.
And the times are hard, but
Things get worst before they get any better.
As a bruise is when it's healing.
Coming from a young person with no where to go,
As I run from this creature.
This big, dark creature who's
Chasing me, there's no where to
Hide, or so it thinks...
Down the street...nope, it's right behind me.
On the roof...nah, it's there too.
No where to turn,
No where to go, oh but wait...
I got my secret place, but **** it! It's
Even there as well--in my writing. In my place.
Feb 7, 2011
Feb 7, 2011 at 11:49 AM UTC
I have to much faith, and even whe im told im being a fool I don’t listen because I have faith in you
And so many times you’ve let me down, to the point where im begging you just to come around
Just to be my friend, you always said your there
I guess this time its different, this time im too much.
I blame myself for asking in my best friend to allow me to trust.
That ***** on the phone was more important, that test more deserving.
Preaching listen to the living before they become the dead
Here I am begging you to listen but instead seeing how I was just being taken for granted
I curse at myself for letting me get like that, so attached that I need to talk to you when im alone
it feels like you don’t care, even though the evidence it stalking up against you
“this is when true colours are shown”
“you don’t have money this week why do you think hes not around”
I still wait, because I have faith
Your skin is marked with black ink, your grandfathers said just have some faith and you will understand
I don’t think you’ll ever understand what its like to put someone before yourself
You keep everyone as a opition and I guess that’s my fault for making you a priority
Why would I expect something like that?
It might say you’re a man, by the year you where born
some man you are treating women as pray
Bringing them close and saying sweet words all the while just to satisfy your hunger
Then come and preach that we are just not animals but something more, jumping on everything we see is disgusting
But I have faith that one day you will see
The hurt you cause and one day you might grow up to the man I know your destined to become
Everyone speaks and says that you’re the bad one, and that im blind if I cant see that the money is the main reason we share so many memories
But I still maintain my faith in you
My heart is big and maybe that’s my fault that I wont walk away when something good went wrong
But I put my faith in you that you will pull through at the end
Then again I was always good at playing pretend
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 12:26 AM UTC
When the morning comes
and retire my night to rest
i will voice the goodness of the morning to you.
Whe you yawn from the comfort of your bed,
when you stand at your door
and gaze at the rising sun,
the thing to be done in the morning stands and stare at you,
when you long to behold the one you dreamed of,
i will run to you
i will kiss your lips
i will give you the dreams of my night,
i will voice the goodness of the morning to you.
Aug 9, 2013
Aug 9, 2013 at 2:11 AM UTC
If there be nothing new, but that which is
Hath been before, how are our brains beguiled,
Which, labouring for invention bear amis
The second burthen of a former child!
O, that record could with a backward look,
Even of five hundred courses of the sun,
Show me your image in some antique book,
Since mind at first in character was done.
That I might see what the old world could say
To this composèd wonder of your frame;
Whether we are mended, or whe’er better they,
Or whether revolution be the same.
O, sure I am the wits of former days
To subjects worse have given admiring praise.
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