"williamsmarta" poems
I am pregnant but am comfused myself.Don't ask me who is responsible because i dont know.Actually,this pregnancy of mine is one i know not of.
Woke up one day and i was HEAVY.
Had to keep it because it could answer to no abortion process and just the day,after scanning i was comfirmed to be the woman to break the world book of record and guess what?
I was to be the mother of babies called 'ideas' that were so numerous to be numbered .So i stared at myself and burst into a stream of tears but they came down in golden drops..
Hah!! tell you what..
I WAS AMAZED..
WilliamsMarta(Tweencool)
Mamo's Poetry
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 2:29 AM UTC
Have you seen the pages of my heart? I can't seems to find out where it went to..Well,Like a book, I knew it was complete and clean. But now, I can feel it getting consumed gradually...For am not familiar with the new ink that wants to find it way to it.
Filled up with Writings of
you and your formidable ways, you just Walked into my head.
Creeping in silently and with seducing Talks about making me feel good . you have gotten me into you.
Now, I forgets what I
Am looking for .I can't seems to
Place the puzzle, you have created .So please someone
Come tell me where to go look
for the pages of my heart...
#WilliamsMarta(Tweencool)#
#Mamo's poetry#
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 12:06 PM UTC
Some days,i just want to lay back on the bed and just rest my nerves,watching through my window as the day travels from morning to noon and then slowly walks into night.
Some days,i just wake up with hyperactive spirit pulling me by the hands and taking me on a smooth fast journey of life in a day.
Some days,i feel so hurt all i want to do is end my life but all i end up doing is cry.
Some days,i am so happy for no reason,i don't want the day to end.
Some days,i have this feeling of giving things i had or thought i had but then i can't find out what really..
WilliamsMarta(Tweencool)
Mamo's Poetry
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 1:42 PM UTC
I laid down and stare at the sky
and thought of you came to mind.
Even said to myself"I can still hear her voice as she calls me when she needs me ".
Then i remembered now that, i came home from her place and later visited just once in a while but not staying for long-"Just passing"became the drill.
Months later,the day started as usual.Then the call came that she was missing from the people found by the roadside-An accident had occurred.
Tension till evening when she was confirmed to be soon one of"Earth's landed property".
Couldn't believe but it was true when i saw her laying peacefully,looking angelic in the "bed of human final rest".
Then another thought came into my head.
"Where would her spirit be?"
"Could be she here-looking on at her lifeless body and struggling to get back in?"
"Could she be trying to tell me something about the other end?"
"Could she now be proud of where she was?"
All these thoughts kept running but no answers and wonder i did of the "Great beyond"till i fell asleep in my thoughts..
WilliamsMarta(Tweencool)
Mamo's Poetry.
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 12:53 PM UTC
I met with Narcissism.
He was by the pool and doing what he loved.I thought he looked like a fool.
For sure that was what he was.
Most times,he forgot things that needed to be done so times passes by gradually.
From seconds to minutes to hours.
Hours to days,days rolled into months and then into years.
And Narcissism was still by the pool.
He never thought it was necessary needing someone,thought he was satisfied .
Then the pool was pulled out
Dried up before his very eyes.
That was when he realised he would be bored.
Went in search of more fun but there was none.
He didn't care really as he never did.
So he died being who he was.
WilliamsMarta(Tweencool)
Mamo's Poetry
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 12:09 PM UTC
I am *******
You are ******* .
Cos life itself is *******
I want you.
You want me .
But life says it all
Who ends up with who.
WilliamsMarta(Tweencool)
Mamo's Poetry .
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 2:27 AM UTC
Tossing and turning,
night is far spent.
I have lost my patience.
Why cant sleep come take a perch?On the door of my eyelids,
i will seal
I am the night owl and all i can do is be up-for no reason..
But most times,sleep keeps me up till it's time for the flow of my inspiration to work out its magic.on a piece of paper,i drop down every line.I then realised,i am a worthy night owl on a good hunt..
#WilliamsMarta(Tweencool)
Mamo's Poetry
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 5:05 AM UTC
At first glimpse,he seemed infinitely dangerous-even barbaric.
And yet something in his eyes called out to me.
I should have trembled in fear,but his touch held me spellbound when he summoned me to his chamber, my heart lodged my in throat.
I cannot comprehend the power he held over me.
How is it possible when i have known him such a brief time?
He took my body with surprising gentleness,treating my innocence as a precious gift.
In his embrace,i discovered the wonder and the anguish of desire.
Against my will,he haunted my dreams.
His kiss ,his slightest caress left me breathless and trembling.
His hands on my flesh were magical,caressing and claiming arousing a fierce desire deep within me.
He challeged my heart ,daring me to open myself to passion.
My resistance seemed hopeless.
How could i defend myself against the restless yearning he kindled in me?
He made me feel intensively alive.
He makes my heart sings and sets my blood on fire.
He touches me with startling tendency as if my heart belonged to him.
He made his intent clear;he was determined to have me-body and soul.
Offered the haunting promise of paradise
if i but had the courage to grasp it.
He drew from my heart's most intimate secrets.
Led me on an odyssey into the fiery heat of passion.
But his price was so dear;he demanded my heart.
I am that most miserable of creatures;a woman tormented by heartache.
The thought of never knowing his touch-his fierce caress is more than i can bear.
It's true that the passion of the flesh can beget the passion of the heart-i am living proof.
The heart knows its one true mate..i am a prisoner..
#WilliamsMarta(Tweencool)#
#Mamo's poetry#
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 6:01 AM UTC
Doldrum day,
Doldrum songs
Doldrum everything
got me going bananas.
Feeling dumb
Feeling numb
But the worst feeling
Is feeling lost.
My head is heavy
Yet i pray am not going crazy.
Slowly slowly, I will get steady,
The thought , I always keep handy. Cos days are normal Doldrum..
#WilliamsMarta(Tweencool).#
#Mamo's Poetry#
Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 11:58 AM UTC
They are all back.
Boys who said they once loved me but at the slightest problems were on their way.
They are all back ,
Wanting me back like they never left.
Acting like the pain they caused had never been felt.
They came back
Wanting my love and affections because they knew i would always give.
But now i know better than to trust completely.
I know better than to love wholly.
For am not the same gal
they left years ago and
so l can't love them now
Because they all came back
WilliamsMarta(Tweencool)
Mamo's Poetry
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 2:24 AM UTC