love that has exhausted its weekday privileges, love that now competes with numerous house chores, a getaway will have your pockets wanting to know if you really know what’s happening in there or you’re just being delusional as usual, saturday love is not for the weak, it takes years of mastery to deal with saturday…… Continue reading Saturday Love
Category: poetry
A walk down memory lane
It’s all coming back to me Fond memories of yesteryears Buried for decades,All aiming for the spotlight It is as if they never happened I never lived that part of my life We make memories but some memories dieThey are buriedBut if they get luckyWhen the path is revisitedThey resurrectThey come alive againThey breathe againWhen…… Continue reading A walk down memory lane
Fears
From the height to the ground Heart palpitations What is it that scares the most The thought of the unknown or the facts that stares back Now here is the challenge To run or to stand your ground If you choose to run, then which direction Away from your fears or to it Same energy,…… Continue reading Fears
REST
i once sat on my bedroom floor wondering if this was really it, if this was how i was meant to live the rest of my life, bobbing my head up and down to the distant voices and music in my head, crying myself to sleep every night like an endless loop, plastering a pseudo…… Continue reading REST
Sunshine
The sun will shine again Whether after dark nights Or rainfall Storms or blizzards As the sun rises, the birds will be out chirping Singing sweet melodies The flowers will bloom with the sun rise To say that the hard times are everlasting Is a mockery of the surety of a natural phenomenon For in…… Continue reading Sunshine
Marlene’s Dream
she’s like a lifeless doll, blank stare, who’s there? the world passes her by, she holds on to the little hope that she has left, one little move and she’s found out, she swears she’s not a victim, but her cuts are not just skin deep she swears she’s not a victim, but she’s always…… Continue reading Marlene’s Dream
An Attempt To Feel Again: Ground Zero
they were hidden but didn’t know they were silenced, yet, they were feelings too abstract to explain, and the content of their character was too shallow to divulge, but make no mistake, as their queen mother I’m just as culpable, leaving no room for error, but plenty for resentment, if the tap-tapping of rain on…… Continue reading An Attempt To Feel Again: Ground Zero
Writing To Exhale
when all else falls short, writing is a marvellous escape, poetry is elegance, beauty, wit and grace all wrapped up and baked in a beautiful pie, writing for me is healing, i could go on an adventure under the covers at night, and my mind races like a cheetah, when I write, i write to…… Continue reading Writing To Exhale
Break Me
You can’t break my soul.You won’t break my bones.A different breed with a special kind of gene.A cat with nine lives.Try again next time, but this time intensify the heat. You can shatter my spirit But it will rise with the sun Weeping may endure for a night, but joy,Oh! Joy, comes in the morning.You…… Continue reading Break Me
In the Silence
In the silence, I learnt to find my voice.Speaking back to me was the echoBetter than real people offering solutions to problems they had never encountered.Telling you things and you question their motives.In the silence, I heard my intuition.I harnessed it so good, now it works like a genie 🧞♀️ Your voice will tell you…… Continue reading In the Silence
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