The clouds wept tonight.
The floodgates finally burst. The atmosphere relented after a lengthy battle trying to hold back its tears.
I feel like non-living things have a secret.
Living things may have full control over non-living things, and can manipulate them to anything they want, but I feel like non-living things mock us. They watch every single deed we commit Just like…
My bones matter more to you than my existence An expensive casket is how you value our friendship When I was flesh I was at the back of your mind Now I am spirit, I inspire moving tributes. I am as visible as the air you breathe After you’ve finished mourning and are sniffing and stifling Choking back tears…
The only pain was when you got the beating of your lifeOr when you tripped and skimmed your knees.
Race was only about who was the fastest.
I was paying homage today.
To a time when we were just kids Happily dancing to anything by the LogombasWhen artistry wasn’t as astonishing as the eyebrows of many ladiesTo the house I was welcomed after a virginity was lostTo the streets whose hedges weren’t caked with dust then And…
It was when I dreamt of an earphone snuck up my sleeveAs the teacher continued with the mission to get 10 As from usSo she’d get senior teacher
It was when I dreamt of AgnesAs we cruised down the beautiful landscape Going apeshit…
A home truly Is a feeling Not a building.
Thank you, Mary Jane
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A blank page.
It lies in wait to be filled.
A blank page is a gagged pageDuct taped like a kidnapped oneNot allowed to tell any tales.
I stared at a blank page and saw its yearning to tell a story. I felt the zeal and…
I am broken,
But I am here.
I still breathe