Tag Archives: life

Haunted


It haunts like a never ending plague

The stench of failure

Putrid and suffocating

Hounding like an ancient mad dog

Hysteria sings a song

As she began to sleep soundly in the heart

The hope lost was never of any existence

Haunted by the trees and breeze

Haunted by the whisper of a word

Chased by the songs of life

Which only plays a tune of melancholy

Sadness is never foreign where joy never was

Like daily bread

Being haunted was a regular norm

Asking the universe

When you try, try, try

But fail, fail, fail you get

What gives?

When the heart has no hope again

When you have swallowed enough hurt to last a millennium

Does your heart still move again

In trash you had found life

Where no one wanted your existence

Hatred, irrationality, pride,lies

Through it survival trives

But are you still human?

If you have no more life

When a walking shell you are

Trying to survive a lie

Banal illusion

A banal illusion was my love

In the darkness of the night-

I ran mad thinking of you

You,who I will never have

I have come to accept that now

But you had already left your imprints on me

Why!I yell in my mind;

Did I ever get to know you

Why! Did my heart lose its sense

Over a banal illusion

I drowned in the grandeur of something great

As my life was sucked up in thick mud

In my dreams you are my reality

And in my reality,you are a dream

An unaccomplishable wish

A sad sad banal illusion

Which I prayed was something more
The bold lines are taken from an actual quote by an anonymous source

Me

Brown powder on my face

Red on my lips

Brighten my skin

All for me

Through out my life

I had sought for peace

In places that were not for me

For I  had not beauty

I had not charisma

I had not anything sparkly

But I had me

Me, me, me

My existence on this planet

That might just be enough for me

But what if I want more

If I want to be-

Brighter!

Shiny!

Lovable!

Loved!

Different!

Charismatic!

Special!

But I remained just flawed

Me
This poem is kind of special to me because when I penned it down,i noticed that all the lines refer/point back at ‘me’.

Small

Small

Little,insignificant

We were made to feel this way

Powerless

If our nature be our fault

For when we always go wrong

Controlled

No reputation

Minute object without jurisdiction

If things truly change

Could it come quicker

Will the tides ever shift?

Our names faded

The images paint blood in my soul

My insignificance remains

Maybe a bit dramatized

But the concept is true

Unrestrained may be my thoughts

To flow from whatever source

When the mind decided to shut up no more

With a unique style

Different

Un proud yet unashamed

Insignificantly great

Small remains only in the mind that lies to itself

Asante sana,my beloved

Synesthesia- prologue/beginning

“Alena,Alena”yelled a voice from the bushes

There was some movement then a wounded girl stumbled out.Her left leg was bleeding and the bandage on it had turned deep red.The girl who called out looked at her with pity before grabbing her hand.

“We have to escape fast!They must not catch up with us”

“Akwa,I’m sorry but I don’t think i can go on any longer.You must escape.Leave me behind.After all,they will not hurt me”Alena said 

“But who knows what they will do to you!You’ve seen them,they are crazy.They shot at you and hurt your leg – again!”

“Go.just go!I will be fine,promise”

While both of them looked indecisively at each other,a shot rang out.A gasp escaped from Akwa’s lips.Alena could not believe her eyes as she saw blood on her sister’s shirt.Footsteps were getting closer.Akwa held her chest which bled furiously. A look of confusion was on her face as she grasped unto her sister’s hand.Her death was swift as her eyes lost light.The soldiers had arrived just as Alena began mourning her dead sister.Without a second’s hesitation,she was yanked away from the body.Admist screams and tears,she was taken away.

“It has just begun”whispered one of the men.

The consumer

She eats up her sleep

Sucks away the darkness of the night

In the glow lays in a heap

untold stories of profound glory

Some might be a bit gory

But the joy of the conqueror lies strong

A tale in her eyes

Her eyes-

Browned with age but sparkling none the less

Her countenance solid

Yet she had no face

She had consumed her fears

And produced many things from it

The wrinkles give an image

Of beautiful life at play

Both past and to come

The power of a warrior

Embarking always on a sailors journey

With the destiny of an adventurer

Her voice became a song

A rhythm with so much melody

From her story comes the source of joy

Nothing was ever a vain cause

Adaptation is our answer

Adaptation:

The ability to develop certain features to withstand different environments and conditions.Every living creature adapts.This is a skill all humans possess.In animals and plant life,the features are more physiological,while in people they are of a psychological/behavioral kind.

I have found out the answer I was searching for.What makes particular people in humanity trive and survive?Like most great answers,it is very simple.Adaptation.This is what influences growth.It makes a millionaire rich and it has the same driving force that enables the same millionaire to have no problem being one,even when all wealth is taken away.

When there are hardships learn how to adapt to it.When you are struggling with lack of money,adapt and grow.When money comes,get used to the flow and spend accordingly.Adaptation is an important life force.We are starting to forget this power we have inside of us due to recent occurrences.A constant rememberance is necessary to use our inbuilt magic worker.

Space

I long for space

Where I can go be myself

Not contain what I truly feel,who I truly am

I crave for that longing to belong in someplace

Where I will be called a friend

And treated like a member

I want to be understood

To see someone hear me speak

And really listen

Nodding repeatedly without saying a word

Or much worse a criticism

A silent “I understand”

A simple approval

Transcends complexities, Community,communication,

I seek for a space