her cries

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“Daddy don’t touch me there,
I’m gonna tell on you one day I swear!
can’t you see I’m scared?
You’re supposed to be my father?!”
Lisa’s barely ten years old,
and already,
the world feels cold.
Daddy came to her bed last night,
it wasn’t pleasant,
she couldn’t fight.

It’s been months now,
and mommy hates her,
says she’s ‘stealing’ her man,
so she beats her.

“Daddy PLEASE don’t touch me there,
I’m gonna tell on you one day I swear
can’t you see I’m scared?
You’re supposed to be my father?!”
Lisa’s now fifteen and hates her father,
no peace at home,
her mother can’t stand her.
She’s got one friend that truly knows her,
her name’s Yvonne,
she’s her shoulder.

The pregnancy scares,
she cannot bare.
Contemplates suicide,
or better yet parricide.

“Daddy you touched me there,
I’m telling on you today I swear!
couldn’t you see I was scared?
You were supposed to be my father?!”
Lisa turned twenty today,
liberated,
they’re locking daddy away.
Mommy did long ago leave her,
she turned out stronger,
’twas for the better.

She still cries,
no tears fall from her eyes,
she’s torn and broken,
this is her unspoken.

the colour purple

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the colour purple,
you don’t see it,
until you see it,
then, you see it!

the colour purple,
few shades darker than pink,
greyer than grey, i think,
darker than black ink!

the colour purple,
you cover my grapes,
colour of my drapes,
on the scarf that covers my nape!

the colour purple,
royalty adorns you,
she adores you,
i abhor you!

Lover’s serenade

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Hush, listen to my violin,
Come closer, lean in,
I shall serenade you my dear,
Like Shakespeare,
I will write odes and poems
In your honour.
My coarse voice in your ear
My tender words you shall hear.
Surrender!
Here,
In my arms, lean in,
And my heart beat hear.
The thump and throb,
Music to your ear…

Side note: I’m back from my writing hiatus.

this is not goodbye…

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Hallo there? It’s been a while since I last posted a piece here, 45 days to be exact,(give or take). I do want to apologise for that, as lately, I haven’t been feeling like writing of ideas that came/still do come to me. I fear that they are not worthy to be graced by your eyes, to engage you minds.
All in all I want to thank all of you who took time out of their busy schedules to go through this young man’s ‘musings’ and random thoughts. Your comments, likes and shares have been highly appreciated (can’t find the words to explain the joy of getting a like or a comment). Thank you all for stopping by, and yes, this is not goodbye.
“When a poet loses confidence in himself, the pen drops, unwillingly.” ~ecks.

PS: please pardon any errors in grammar, English isn’t my first tongue.

this is not a poem

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smile,
you’re beautiful when you smile,
and it takes less effort,
so smile.

laugh,
that beautiful laugh,
showing those white teeth,
through that laugh.

talk,
your words capture,
your annunciation ensares,
to me, talk.

walk,
side by side,
slightly rubbing accidentally,
aside me, walk.

yes,
after all these and more,
when I finally ask you to be mine,
don’t sway, say yes.

For “Angela”

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You broke my heart,
into tiny little pieces,
then smashed those pieces,
so that they be finer than sand ashore,
so that my attempt to to salvage my heart would be futile!
Futility, as the pieces sift through the gaping spaces in between my fingers,
spaces that were once filled with your fingers…

You broke my heart,
with your stubborn silence,
a silence that consumed my love ’till it was no more!
More, then you kept asking for,
as if to jest with my emotions,
a game of sorts…

You broke my heart,
with every promise you broke,
breaking oh so frequently and with ease!
Easier still,
you did console me,
having me eating,
feeding of the palm of ur hand…

You broke my heart,
with your absence,
as yours didn’t make my heart grow fonder,
absence that with it grew colder!
Cold, that’s what I can say,
befell us next,
as warmth was just a mere memory of yester year…

You broke my heart,
no,
you stabbed it!
Leaving me pleading,
bleeding out on the floor…
And I had vowed never to write of you again,
but ’tis only with pen and paper,
can I try to ease this pain…

*cue dramatic music*

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Oh beat of my heart,
Make it skip like a hart,
You pluck at my heatstrings,
Like an angel, a harp,
Weave through my cerebral cortex,
My mind you warp,
Of you dear lady,
I can’t have enough.

My heart I gift wrap,
And to you hand it up,
I see you’re thirsty,
Take a sip from my cup.
Then come here,
Slowly,
No need for haste,
I grab you by your waste,
Then slowly still, you, dip,
Gently kiss your lips,
Ohh… sweet heavenly nectar’s sip!

We lose ourselves,
In that time and space,
Between us,
No space,
Our minds, outerspace…

We now are aliens,
Strangers to the human race.