Wednesday 26 June 2013

WHEN I BELIEVED...

On a night as this,
I crawled into my skin and tore you out
You whose being I have known for many a day.
My person is changing you see.
I am who I am, but different when with you.
Incredibly unbelievable what I could do
When I believed.

I have not been inspired
To be the best I have been.
But you wouldn't know that, now would you?
Because all that you are, and all that I am
Makes an unstoppable storm I am yet to comprehend.

Storms tear my heart as I put this down.
Smiles not a common feature on my once fair face.
All the uncommon becoming a used-to feeling I have learnt to master
Disguise and lies my newly found heart throbs.
It's not easy being a strong person with no multitude to cheer you on.
Sometimes all a hero needs is a single soul to believe
When their own is too weak to do so.
When I believed, or not.

Lights dim
Music low
Darkness surrounding me brightly reflects all that is within.
Soft whispers fill my head
Of days passed when I believed
And so did you, 
In the storm that was you and I.

Trust and faith
Not easy to come by, not so?
Virtues many are yet to believe in,
Even though it may be hard and near impossible,
I did that with us,
And lost my being in the process.

Bad position to be in this one,
Where the only saviour mine soul has,
Is the very same one who threw it away.
Sad case not quite uncommon in a life such as the one I lead.
But I have to believe,
Even when all souls surrounding me do not partake of the same calling as I,
It is the only ray of hop I will hold on to, if I am to live,
to ever believe in anything as beautiful as this was,
When I believed.



 
 

Monday 17 June 2013

TO BE LOVED BY YOU...

It's been long.
I still go to the old woman's house to take her food
She still asks about you
I should come up with a better excuse other than you being busy
She liked you you know,
I should know.
It is among the most amazing things you taught me how to do

To love and be loved
Be loved by you

Well babe,
It's been too long
But not long enough to forget you.
I moved on,
Dated him
And you her.
She looks happy,
And that makes me sad.

I know I shouldn't be looking at you?
But where else do I look?
Where else?
Ain't no place else makes me look as beautiful 
As I do when I see myself in your eyes.

Big, dark and beautiful.
Bold as you are.
Brown like the earth
Rich enough to love and be loved
Just like you taught me

He holds me,
Cares for me
But ain't no touch as soft as yours

Don't get it twisted though,
I'm not jealous.
I would just rather be in her shoes.

Do you still go out dancing?
It reminds me of all the crazy dancing we did together.
That was alot, huh?
I'll smile at the thoughts of you
Play with my fingers and lick my lips when you are close
Because even though I'm not being loved by you
I know you loved me once.


Wednesday 12 June 2013

THE WAR OF LIFE...

Didn't  I do it right?
Didn't I do all I said I would?
Wasn't I who I said I would be?
Didn't I become all that you wanted?

I honoured my end of the bargain.
But you repay me with unkindness,
and mock my humility.

You whose feet I have wiped,
whose stomach I have filled.
and head roofed.


No gratitude whatsoever,
From a soul as filled as yours.
Not knowing what I need,
And knows not what it is to appreciate. 

You are cursed dear friend.
For no man's sin shall go unpunished. 
Lucky are you,
For you have known bonds
With friends and kin of a kind nature.

They have taken in all your unfounded episodes,
And not so meticulous many an action.
Heed my words dear friend. 
Look for the good in all the bad. 
Take time to share a kind word. 
He is wise,
He who knows a clear heart,
And has no trouble making clean any impure hearts.
 
There is hope.
Even for you, 
Whose heart the judge supreme,
Will not spare in my books scripted. 

Those before me, myself and those to come,
Have said our own,
Take it. 
Feed a man and you shall not help him, 
Give him a spoon, and he shall have learnt a new skill.
Oh the spoons we have accorded you dear friend!
Partake of the table of wise men, 
And you shall be a warrior in the war of life.




Friday 7 June 2013

MY LOVE FOR A BLIND MAN...

I wish I could cry,
but even that might not ease the pain,
the aches,
That come every time I think of you.

It was marvellous,
though short lived.
Will you hate me,
If I tell you I knew this before it happened?
I knew it would come.
Because boys like you,
don't love girls like me.

Boys like you don't cause hurt.
But you didn't even know I fell in love with you,
I was afraid you see,
of having this hole in me at a time like this.
Boys like you,
you don' talk about feelings, because you don't see.

My love for a blind man,
proved to me that you don't need eyes to see certain things,
and even if you do have the gift of sight,
you could be as blind as a blind man. 
Not seeing all that is before you.
Girls like me,
We love in silence, and wait for the bomb of a heartbreak to go off on us,
Shutter our tiny hearts into nothing short of a thousand pieces.

I am too blind,
just like love.
We don't see the future. 
We don't see holes before we fall into them. 
We are too trusting and crush too easily. 

My blind lover, 
you helped me see things I never knew existed. 
Your kindness shone through all magnificence
that's high valued than gold and diamond.

How do I awake from my shuttered being? 
It's not easy being a girl like me. 
It takes more than just the bright of day,
to get us up and running. 
Girls like me, 
are not covered in blind cowardice.
We brave every heart ache with a rolled up sleeve. 
We have enough strength to love the blind man.