War Zone

WarZone

WarZone

My body a war zone,
missiles launching from my brain to my heart,
my heart stepping on land mines hidden by my brain,
BOOOM!!!!! Welcome to the real world my heart was greeted by my brain,
watch your step, take cover you never know where the next missile or land mine will be,
my ears throwing grenades at my heart,
mouth uttering lovely words sent by my heart in a form of flowers,
received by a deaf ear, in the trash can they go. . .
feelings mixed well like oil and water,
my heart doesn’t know the difference between right and wrong, good and bad, joy and pain,
as one is disguised as the other, only a few are real, but which,
my heart typing but nothing makes sense,
words flying over the paper in a form of a poem or a piece of crap,
thought of you as i wrote this but what does it matter as my heart is going into cardiac arrest and yours will never feel it gone

Advertisements

Bittersweet World

Bittersweet world we live in {Comma} sucking on Mother Earth’s breasts hoping to get grow away from sucking her breasts {Comma} a child of this world I will not be forever {Period} Father Moon always coming by once a day but looking down on me trying to give me hope for tomorrow because today is already being wasted, a better future I can have {Period} With my sibling Stars guiding me from going astray as I don’t know where to go but in time they shoot away turning into wishes I once had but now gone {Comma} every road I try to take has already been used way too many times {Comma} failure {Comma} sorrow disguised as lifts on the side of this path I fear I’ll take the lifts unwanted by people of this world {Period} Uncle Sun showing up once a day yet constantly trying to brighten up my paths but cross paths with my father moon {Comma} my paths darkened by my enemy Eclipse called criticism appearing as motivation {Period} Bittersweet world you are where my people keep shooting away {Comma} showing up once a day or bringing out my enemy {Comma} Bittersweet world you are {Period}

One last beg, #TrueLove

#TrueLove having each other’s backs,
But which back do you have if you keep piercing it with pieces of your broken promises?
I’m sprung, devoted all my time & attention in thee,
If that ain’t #TrueLove, I wonder what it is?
I was told time invested in the ones you love is never wasted,
I invested time in a hard life lesson that nothing is forever even “#TrueLove” leaves,
One last beg I want to do, but where do I start?
“Fight for what you love” I heard,
But what should I do? When uttering “I Love You” doesn’t phase you,
Guess this is my last beg,
Take my hand, let’s walk this road together,
I promise to never let go,
Because I believe this is #TrueLove,

Land Of My Fathers

Malawi

Malawi

Father has moved me to a land not of my fathers,
A land where I’m seen as a murderer, a rapist, a thief,
Still we stay here,
A land where I’m hated for making a living for myself,
Hatred the price I pay for making these few pence,
Father has moved me to a land not of my fathers,
A land where one is questioned when I utter a different tongue from that, that they utter,
A land where having a normal skin tone is different to the native dwellers,
A land where mating with those not of my land is seen as witchcraft,
Loving in this land is difficult,
Feelings in this land I cannot express,
Father has moved me to a land not of my fathers,
A land of my fathers, where my fathers’ fathers lay I wish to die,