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Archive for the month “July, 2014”

Unbroken

 

I may get hurt,
cheated, abused and cut,

I may feel helpless,
because my voice is drowned out in fear,

I may shudder,as I lay sprawled in the icy comfort of my own tears,

But I’ll not be shattered,
I’ll rise, unbroken!

*

The road may be long,
Concocted with daring twists and turns,

I may grow weary in my feet,
So that soon, I sink to my knees,

I may tire,
Curse fate, and blame destiny without reprieve,

But I’ll rise still, refreshed and unbroken!

**

Love may fail,
So bad that I swear to never feel again,

I may grow impatient of listening to promises,
Too flimsy and mere to believe,

I may hold back from love,
So all you see in my eyes now is a stone- cold glare,

But I’ll never cower, I’ll move on unbroken!

***

People may come and go,
Too quickly, I fear I will always be alone,

And I may shut my eyes so tight,
That I don’t even see when a stranger spares me a smile,

But I’ll not waver even when my soul screams for release,
No, I will not, because I will always stand unbroken.

****
Author: Da More aka Short Black Girl.

Apart from being a short, black girl, she’s a graduate of Accounting, an erratic writer on the sidelines, a lover of love and an ardent believer. Thanks for reading!

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Locked

Gazing at those brown eyes,

all I see is a shadow of you.

Those eyes speak deceitful sparkle;

a dearth of love.

Looking at those lips move,

all I hear is a rush of wind;

a ghost piping sound;

Those lips gush gibberish,

deafening in its essence.

Telling a tale of friendship locked in the ‘past

by  “DIATHEKE”  ,

flowing to ‘forever

but ‘now‘ non existence.

Overwhelming darkness,

silencing the hearts that fed its permanence,

Relegated to the shadow where they once belong.

Deep beneath the flowing waters,

lies the key that binds our souls.

(Diatheke : covenant )  

RAIN DANCE

 

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The rain dropping on the rooftop  was melodious to her ears

As if hypnotized by the plitter platter,

out of bed she jumped

Not caring what she wore.

 

She ran out blindly into the street scantily clad

soaked she was,  by the rain’s  splatter

she swiveled  to the rhythm  of the rain

she danced carelessly, she danced wild

she felt  free.

 

There he was, looking out of his window

mesmerized by the rain’s  plip plopping

he saw her dance, he joined in too

 

splish, splash, splosh,

stamp, stomp, twirl

with no care in the world,

they  danced like lovers  to the rhythm of the rain.

 

 

reticent

 

 

We were meant to be;

But never shall we.

Our love will be.

Our time we missed.

in our hearts shall it live;

Love ever so strong and real.

Of fear, of guilt and shame;

What we feel we dare not show.

For I belong to another and so do you;

This way it must stay

Till we our days no more.

 

 

 

Painted life

 

 

 

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I will paint you a story
With words, not pencils, I’ll build you a history
Of a man’s aimless wanderings and floundering
In a life filled with women and little saving.

Let me paint you a story

One where there is no love, trust or honor
Only thieves, amongst whom there is no humor nor future
Hard earned Living wantonly spent on the allure of pink and glistening bodies
Those lips reddish and pouted, speaking sweet nothings.

Let me paint you a story

One where the colors were frayed, around the edges mighty blurry
Of a man whose life was full of so much worry
Yet, he failed to check his silly vanity
Always chasing after the bright lights and short-lived mendacity.

Let me paint you a story

Of a life poured away in so much hurry
It is a hard story and the painting so gory
Painted history of a man whose life was wasted and soon ran thin
His name can be found hanging upside down the walls of time so thin.

Do you see the picture?

Could be you sometime in the future.

***

Written by Shanu Afolami also know as Shai . He says “I am the exception ƔǒƲ never knew existed!

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the cyclist

 

 

 

The cyclist, Mike;
He cycles high, He cycles low
I am sure he cycles in his dream;

 

He once said to a passer-by;
“you know I have once cycled to the moon”.
I guess the passer-by must have thought Mike nut,
For she fled across the road.

 

What happened, I won’t tell
I leave you to figure it out.
I do not doubt his claim I’d say,
you might think me nut as well.

 

The cyclist, Mike;
He is a man of great strength, yet gentle.
Bet he’d never hurt a fly.
You might say I crush on him
Guess we all have our crazy
Crush.

FORGIVE ME

 

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Will you forgive me my love?  I intend to break your heart

 You don’t deserve such cruelty, my heart I must follow.

You are a fine lover, this is true

 You have given me your all unconditionally.

My heart mourns for you, I will miss you so

 But I have to do what I have to do;

 Don’t ask me why ‘Cos I won’t tell

 Something’s are better left unsaid.

 Do forgive me my love, I know you’ll hurt, I’ll hurt too

  maybe for a while or even much longer

“Time does heal” they say.

Do not to hate me; I do this out of love.

Will you  forgive me my love?  Don’t ask me why

You won’t understand if I told you now.

Breaking your heart seem the right choice

I will try to break it as gently as I can.

  Don’t try to look for me ‘cos you won’t find me

 I will be gone so far away from you.

When you find another please don’t hold back

 Not all will break your heart like I am doing right now.

originally posted on : http://www.loveislonely.com/poems/21308.html

I died

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I died,

Four minutes ago
If I had not soil my shirt with tea.

Three minutes ago,
If I had not  change into another.

Two minutes ago
If I had not left home late.

One minute ago
If I had not miss the train.

I missed the train.

Now,

I live.

I am grateful.

Broken universe

Another star cried black and died.

Imploded in and lost the ride.

The ride of dreams that stole the night.

The darkened tendrils hold it tight.

It withers away, destruct and bright.

Darkness now empowers the light.

I see the pain, it’s had its toll.

The abysmal space has provided a hole.

A hole of numbness and the unknown.

Somewhere that will never be shown.

So take my heart, the star that was.

It functions no more, it never does.

Instead of love confusion lives.

It suffers no more, for no more it gives.

I close my eyes and embrace the fear.

I’ll warn you when my black hole is near.

Written by Kadeen

( Kadeen  loves writing poems and views it as a sort of therapy.  She likes to sing and her  favorite color is yellow :))

BROKEN UNIVERSE

Another star cried black and died.

Imploded in and lost the ride.

The ride of dreams that stole the night.

The darkened tendrils hold it tight.

It withers away, destruct and bright.

Darkness now empowers the light.

I see the pain, it’s had its toll.

The abysmal space has provided a hole.

A hole of numbness and the unknown.

Somewhere that will never be shown.

So take my heart, the star that was.

It functions no more, it never does.

Instead of love confusion lives.

It suffers no more, for no more it gives.

I close my eyes and embrace the fear.

I’ll warn you when my black hole is near.

Written by Kadeen

( Kadeen  loves writing poems and views it as a sort of therapy.  She likes to sing and her  favorite color is yellow :))

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