Home Poetry

Poetry

Stop at nothing when need be, Stop at nothing cause you believe you need me. Push me to my limits, For I may need some kind of lifting, As I apparently need 'help'. Lost hope in a game I don't want play, Holding on to straws to sustain, Forgetting I'm obese. Sense loses all meaning in desperation, Sensation and intuition lead me down a broken lane. Now I've got...
I don’t trust poets in matters of the heart. They always know the words to say, How to phrase, Words to use and how to be fused. Making me swing, twirl and curl My non-existent hair. Draw weird maps with my feet, Loose my word. Find myself singing gugu gaga And the response to each and every question is deep!   I don’t trust poets in matters politics. They always say...
Moments when tears are not enough to express your pain,   When you can feel the pieces where your heart once was,   When wishing is all you can do,   That is the moment you realize how much of a human you are.   How vulnerable and fragile you've become.   The moment your breathing seems valueless.   It is in pain we really see ourselves.      
Insomnia is a bitch! With claws for nails, My time for coins. A wealthy bastard in a strip joint, Making it rain. Red light districts light up at his sight. When he rains, he pours. When he reigns, he pours.
My experiences may have made me bitter. Got me to a point of no return. Doubting the preacher, The teacher, Even the scripture. My life has become a twister, And everything I do only sinks me deeper. I am doubting your existence, Regardless of my resilience I can’t ignore my experience.   I am looking for something, Don’t ask what? Instead give me something, anything. Nothing good seems to come off your favourite...
Yap, yap, yapping is all I can hear, Nothing, not a word he says seems to be clear. I doubt he will mention why there’s sudden hike in my fare, Or why am running and hiding in fear. Or maybe, just maybe why before I sleep every night I must shed a tear. For I am tired of asking questions with no one willing...

Spare Me

I have heard that excuse a little too many times before, I said, I have heard that excuse a little too many times before, I have listened to you bicker, chatter non-stop At how sorry you are, How you didn't mean to do it. How you forgot or just been busy, I've been lost in between. For I have heard that excuse a little too many...

Most popular

Bye 2017!

My Funeral

Undress Me

Recent posts