God, If thou be at all Be a blade Cut through it This cape of injustice Sober indifference Let it flow Blood- Trickle into the earth Threaten to form a rivulet To A mother’s tears, Crystal and iridescent A drop in an ocean of sand Watch it grow Diseased seeds-...
She is a girl, not the Chocolate to sweeten your taste buds, neither is she the Butterscotch for you to unwrap at will for toy She is a lady, not the Cherry to soften your scorched lips, neither is she an Apple for you to bite from, as vitamin drops...
I Often he speaks with the charm of an angel, his words filliping the minds that listen like a feather He is the priest standing by the altar of unrighteousness ready to sacrifice hymens; knife between thighs. Predator preaches peace peacefully and piece by piece Reason is stripped of her...
The strong, sweet smell of well brewed coffee and muffins in a chilly atmosphere is one of the first things you encounter when stepping out of London’s Heathrow airport on arrival. The hurried ambiance is intensified by the sound of marching feet and silent bag trolleys trailing an array of...
You cried at your birth But they cried even louder. You travelled through tough terrains But you found no rest amongst brothers, Father. Even mother. You espied the gathering of souls But you felt sole. Alone. The look on thier faces moved more tears Out from eyes. That was before...
No Poetry could… Describe the beads of sweat, That form rivulets on Lamy’s back like dew. Explain how joy overflows In tears from eyes that have held sadness. Fathom how a beating heart Fragile in its beat holds promise of tomorrow. Describe how the waking sun Rises from the east...
The figure on his bright walls cries for help The muted screams of a girl, Sit beneath her bowels The fast grinding of his waist, creating a bitter-sweet cascade, of pleasure and pain The dried tears on her bruised face, sat like maps to find hell The shadow on his...
I walked away, with thoughts that I really could. Not that I did not love her like a man should – In fact, for her, I would catch a grenade, But her love was not even a convincing charade. I’m tired; being the puppet and her, my “madam”, I’m sick...
The kiss was sweet; It was a drop of honey on my lips, My tastebud was not familiar with it; That was the first time I had it in my entire life. That night I gave her my best strength. Alas! It was a fiery dart Shot straight to my...
Find a good man, whose Head wheels a halo of hopes, Crouch like a tigress, Let him love you like a cat, Stroke your head and back Till his soul pots into yours. And when he’s lost loving, Fang him, left of his chest, and Suck life out of his...
