They asked me to introduce myself. I,I’ve never eaten cheeseI don’t know how to talkmy face isn’t well proportionedI’m a fish out of the water? No.I lie.I’ve never been in deep waters;except, except lifebut that doesn’t count,I’m barely afloat,I’m drowning, I’ve drowned. Eyes loo … | Continue reading
I wonder, that cloud is a starwhere is..? My letters found a homein the hands of my neighbourshe reads them to her neighbourand I listen to her voice……it sounds like mine. Is it wondrous? Like, the song of a far away birdbefore the sun rises,I like forward to its comforting voice … | Continue reading
How should I see youin my dream?There’s smoke there,I hear voices, I lean closeit sounds like a younger mebut I’m not sure, I was asleepduring my growing days,those days, were you young too;I think we’re in lovebut I don’t trust my thoughts,your touch feels familiar toolike the v … | Continue reading
My arrival in the rainbowis stolen chance from one sweet dream.I pick a colour,unknowingly white found nowhere to sit. There is only myself; As the shadow comes forth,to shade my loneliness in those dreamsI close my eyes, for the nightmareand its ravaging. My eyes can’t be roused … | Continue reading
I followed that pathobediently scoffing at windscoming from nonsensical sides,I followed the pathmy sight allowed me to movemountains to the tips of my fingersand converse with my destiny every morningI stayed, when my mother fell behindher frailty calling for me to rememberthe p … | Continue reading
My tiptoes,they wait for your door to open,they want to call you to catch up,they climb up to your eyes,they’re numb from hardship; I’m chasing a memory, If I remember warmthbut my house is next to the oceanor hanging by a cliff,my tiptoes’ numbness… The housekeeper has a torch,m … | Continue reading
The cry of the mundane,is not silenced by the rain, we eat, not for hungerfor what we saw others eat, I’m standing at the bottomof the mountain, questioningwhether the mountain is an obstacle, mother, our mother is by far the prettiestthis is the ultimate argument, we as the mund … | Continue reading
Oftentimes,I summarise,my heart skips a beat, The sun is out,we argue, my shadowstands still; childrenlet them fight it out, The sun left abruptly,I faced its crimson back,my nightmarebefore I had a memoryof a passionate kiss,you don’t scare me… I fuss, I huffI stay up all night; … | Continue reading
I play this game,the bird’s first flight; I know you because of my musingsand in those words, your eyes are clear; Under the fluffy clouds,I reckon some dream acknowledges me, My hands are firm,it’s my grip that’s fond of playing pretend, Who’s voice do I hear clearly?I smile she … | Continue reading
I like to dawdle follywith these bunch, yes!the righteous, the villainousblinded by their own perceptiontill that view is torn apartand they crawl out of themselvesto find the vastness of the oceanthe sky’s immensityyes, I like to dawdle follywith those bunch! | Continue reading
This life, it could be said I started off blindly, and that is only the truth from my excusable perspective, but precisely; the hand that held me hadn’t seen the world and my start became as such. I’m resentful, what makes me so? The water I grew up drinking was never clean, the … | Continue reading
Because my lovelike a pedestalwithin reachtook a vicious formand I’d bangmy head againstthe wall tillmy eyes rolledbackwards andI could only saygoodbyein darknesstrying to rememberwhat it wasthe first timeI felt itpedalling towardsmyself. | Continue reading
End of day, I liftedmy socks up; on my way homeI pick on stonesand best water, raise my voice to shadowsthat try to linger around mineand when I get home, the house is lit,children out of sight;the TV’s on,my love; my husband he’s not in the kitchen… I know the bedroomreally isn’ … | Continue reading
as time passesand it mingles with the wind,all the memoriesof my mother’s breastfeeding,I stole a kiss from his chin,the air I breatheknows me more than Iknow myself, but the apple tree is,not a friend I look in the eyeor my torn pages from days passing,the apple tree is,the sun’ … | Continue reading
You love love loveand in the end,I’m well receivedit went through the riverI remembered my secondseverytime my eyes longedto be closed a little longer,I wish I had said then,I am spirit, because I’m aloneonly in my sleep.I favour my fatherthough he can’t tell my favourite colourt … | Continue reading
Time said hi to mebut the bizarre thing is,love was standing there watching. | Continue reading
Father,going without hearing my chatteringthe clouds clearingthe sun darker than the moon,and I’ve held my heart preciselyby the window, do you blink?Do you go to the clearingfor blank papersbecause I’ve said all my life has known? Father…I never wanted to acquaint with silenceit … | Continue reading
My lover is twice brighterthan a silent full moon, he circles my shadowand I see destiny with its tongue out, even then, the flower that hidbehind sunflowers stay behind the sun, my lover’s confession is conquered. | Continue reading
Sometimes,I go through thick pages leisurelywith time by my side,drinking from yesterday’s morning dewso when I meet the moon,naked or otherwise;I have gone through many lifetimesto find one is consistent; I write with my right handand words repeat themselves,I’m clueless about t … | Continue reading
I find I’m mesmerizedby this form of memories, remembering, till time chases me out its chambers, the pictures danceand we live beyond our intentions, we loved permanentlyeven though night ran without us. | Continue reading
How,but I know to succumband cannotby the thoughts granted to me,to me from,from the growth of timeand myselfwith all passing moments,only to stand hereto stand here,naked begging for two cents,I want to eat. This life,its companionshiphas taken pictures of mewhilst asleep… the r … | Continue reading
In my eyes, those that were closed those that were opened,before we fell, before I held your handwith the intention of intertwiningmy being to yours, I saw a man, a man I had seenin the depths of my desire,a man if I could not look at freelyI’d steal glances of by the night’s umb … | Continue reading
Perhaps we are living in a dream I touch you, feel it’s not enough unless you and I are one; and we are one only if, I wake; around me is where I’d always, wanted to find reprieve. | Continue reading
To love you, is a world of/on its own. | Continue reading
Bird,I learned myself, beyond as a descriptorhas the clouds as chainsvision as compass; your eyes, capture all thingsI want to say and those I don’t understand;limitless because I myselfimmersed have glimpsed the profound; My love,my thoughts have adapted intothreading you and I … | Continue reading
I am indeed far away,separated by dreams and steps you’ve taken,say your destiny and mine are heaven and eartheven when my white flowy dressfollows the dance of flowersby the wind’s gentle song,I can’t catch your shadow nor hear yourwhisper, like this; you were born to a queenof … | Continue reading
My soulIts cry isn’t silentbut ignored by lightning If I go courting death,would the doors of my house open? I’m a woman lying in bedthe blanket don’t come near,in a tug of war When morning comesand my eyes aren’t open,say the doors are closed My soulits intent isn’t colourfulbut … | Continue reading
Everything is different when looking at the sky from the bottom of the sea, The old me has disappeared without a trace I no longer believed in who can save whom until you broke into my world Even if the world raptures into darkness we will bloom in darkness Knight and King, the w … | Continue reading
the sadness about my heart,I leave it to you… can you pursue it,to not chase after ghostsso ever loudly ghastly,I dream of them even standingin front of the sun,how can I think of my wayaround where I can’t face myself? think of what trails behind me,not longing, not attraction,I … | Continue reading
Perhaps I know evilchasing after my mindsetto places my heart forbids. | Continue reading
The beginning, I saw the first snowflakeavoid the arms of a green leaf, my surprise landed below the coldI didn’t step on it, my feet was coveredwith many humilitiesmy day could afford, the snowflake was followed byits family, the beginning… it couldn’t be called the sky’s weep. … | Continue reading
giving in to myself,without acknowledgingmy shadow’s smirk,I didn’t give up,only saw that the sun,the sky and my thoughts,in cohorts nibbledat my little girl’spersistence,left me, a sarcasticshadow even in sleep,would mock my rainbowsandals. | Continue reading
My desire’s deepest tuneis that my toes shouldfollow threads made byour becoming memories, yesterday, where we imprintedour steps after chasingsnowflakes born ofspring’s mischief, and our stepstoday I went to trace those stepsto follow your laughteronly to find,I seemed to have r … | Continue reading
My confessions are abruptif even a drop in the oceancould place me closer to the truth,I’d say, I’m so idlefilled with words from countlessshattered dreams, I utter themonly to lie my head beneaththe sky in submission. | Continue reading
everytime I glance backit’s everytime I glance back,is – could be, time records my disrespectI go to sleep none the wiser only to findmyself amidst many wild flowerstheir beauty far superior thanmy wildest imagination,I’m trapped there by my personalityfor your eyes and the world … | Continue reading
These days, I don’t needa mirror for conversation with her,she’ll stroll into my thoughtswhile my gaze is onto the man,say I betrayed her trustsince my choice lets me bewithout a pillow and blanket.I can’t laugh at her ridiculewhen I chose she hid behind my eyesand made them look … | Continue reading
what is it,to sleep under linesmade by your veinsand this warmth Iwould never findin the arms of another? I know, I find I knowI wouldn’t find youalone if I golong rememberingtimes I were alone, can I call you,by the name inmy memories evenwhen my memoriesaren’t decisive tocall y … | Continue reading
My hand hovers above waternot any dirty water nor clean waterthus my hand, towards provenance, I lift my leg to my face,and my eyes trace my leg,where it had gone and which thornsit might have stepped onbut the one not lifted quivers; you and I were blendedbefore time changed you … | Continue reading
I have nothing and emptinessthose have diluted my thoughts,I dreamt I was floatingbut the clouds weren’t firm,it didn’t rain thoughand the sun ignored me too.I’ve gone mad seeing white and black,back in the day I could holda sunflower dream, I want to blameheartache for pushing m … | Continue reading
you are an exceptionalimpossibility,to the point whereeven if I dream andkept dreaming,you will be covered in mista mist so thickit’ll keep you only a figureheadand the longest nightto overcome;this unfortunately,exposes my contentmentwith the moon,it’ll not grant me any favours; … | Continue reading
I can’t fly below the sky,under the watchful eyes of the sunand moon’s shadows,their resentment because my homewhen my mind is broadis amongst the starscasually telling my taleOf when I was on the groundto the sun and moon’s faces. | Continue reading
If hatred were whatI harbouredclouds would be clearbecause I’d colour themthe essence of my hatred. | Continue reading
to say, I forgave myself,I lied.to sleep with my back facing the door,I walked around all day hiding from the sun;andI felt justified, being human – this world’s support,I felt I did what lonesome ought to; misery, let’s part under the blanket of starsI, I’ll blend with shadowsif … | Continue reading
I’d laugh but the sound says; because of having fallen in love,loving you is my breath touching exasperation, I would look far away with my hand extended outto what thread of happiness I could sewduring my eyes meet yours, I felt; could the sky be the limitand a heart to skip bea … | Continue reading
I have fully understood my purpose,like words have to leave my mouthand blood thicker than water, the clouds and the sky,not to turn against one another, I’m only a step away fromwaking up with my hands around my neckif before I was in love with myself,I’m only a step away fromwa … | Continue reading
I had never wished to reach the mountain top, I was born with the innate feelingof looking forward even amidst darknessand by tomorrow, continue looking forward I had never imagined myself walking on water,by my mother’s eyes, I am not her diamond or skyI am to her, if clouds wer … | Continue reading
the unknown person that whispersfrom afar through the thread of life,whispers that are tangible thoughtsflowers the colour of a shadowand brand new day, I say;this person perhaps a curtainbetween yourself and yourselfnegligent to everydayI love you,I cry for the space between hea … | Continue reading
Because patience and the inhumane inabilityto say “I know it ends here”I everytime wake to take a glanceat the side of the bed thatI know when unoccupied,it morning feels like deja vu,the past that can’t silencedand the present that isn’t enough,How am I now… | Continue reading