Corrupted Poetry: Paradigm

Re-Live.

That Gut Wrenching Poetry

Gather your thoughts
vultures that swam
ghosts that came back to life
gather all your serendipity
the pout you plaster
the hunger you run to
gather all your aims

I have been to the foreign land
it is a new world
woman has no children
man barely has spine
…he bickers behind his fat tummy
his house never visited
Its the dreadful smell
shoes of the past century
you’d think he’d wash them
seeing love of his life
you’d think he’d hide his rotten teeth
pick the fest in his beard
you’d think
you’d think

my humbles, dear…dear. My, my!
I scream I do
you hear me
gather your thoughts

I perish you see me in clouds
and I laugh, laughter
I do, I laugh
when you saw me last
I’d been chirping
chirping at the delirious
caged me in a world built deepest
chambers my mindset
cough maybe, tilt…

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I have not forgotten.
I’ve only mislead myself into a numbness
My thoughts can’t colour through

What do I tell you about the first man I met?
I remember I met him.

When chasing love, I collected no memories
Of the trials I kissed and tossed after my heart
Failed me once again. It didn’t beat.
I listened only to sighs and they weren’t there with him.

My second man or third?
They blurred together. Which did I want to cling
Onto moment longer, enough for a picture to be taken?
I cannot remember. Maybe I was naked with them.?

What else can I say?
Love is a venture

I have not forgotten
Like I wake up every morning to salute the Almighty
My love letters are a thing quite necessary
Its all my wishes in a font but…
But a woman wants a home.

There hasn’t been a last man
I will tell you, now though in my dreams
I no longer see his face.
Someone I cannot say exists…

Because I can’t decide (Drew)

If I were a star,
knowing my belonging
My worth a print of
My beauty you can look
at and shine my love…

A love letter would befall you while you slept, not much said only the briefest confession
I can only say so much without it losing its meaning

If I were a sky
loved by many
belonging to all
glanced at with too
much and too less
emotions of all
when I’m looked at….

A goodbye letter would take its trip to your hands, written in nonchalance scribble of a machine
The dead poet’s words, “I couldn’t say I can’t love you -”

And if I were precious
to my soul knew scriptures
of pure feelings swelling
in hearts of many before
I and many with me
skirting backward
to I’m happy alone…

A wall of forgetfulness would be guard of my memories, your life worlds away mine, you’d smile
I’d flinch my “try again” too noticeable to your conscious

I’m gone into my life inside a well
You’re too precious
You’re a star
You’re the sky

I’m a shadow behind your Godly self
You belong
You’re loved
You’re pure

And I haven’t slept at nights
guarding my star
Where you are
sleep well, and goodbye too soon
Loved by a no named woman

Corrupted Poetry: Father

Where were you father
and father you are
where were you?

I called your name
million trillion tries
in a siren to reach
corners of the earth
echo above blue waters
your ship took path
taken you places
abandoned by sinners
as myself, I remember
my scream altogether
with my prayer
outstretched to your
bearing ears, your deafness
relative only to my discolured
fractures, I displease you
I too dark, I too barbarian
discarded my openness
I did all, my hand’s likeness

Where were you?
morning’s first light
I learned my walk
tripped by your absence
mama’s hands only two
where were you?

Did you turn God
and make heavens
my bedtime story,
Grant me a hero
your beloved son
Are you there now
shining your glory to him
While I sat in a concrete
land of your indecision
after I let a tear fall
you understand
you let my birthright go
and I sworn not to you
to my scarred eyes
turned a hateful colour
my blood once was,
denied my hunger
my mother’s eyes glanced
at my paler face
my blackened hair
descended to the
swallowing floor
and I put, I put my mouth
on her neck, read scripture
of my childhood, her beheld
fondness
you understand

I, I dropped to my knees
chanting the old language
you taught, written walls
your ear sat on
Father my anguished cries
mama lull, floating into bliss
I loved her, I hoped for her
where were you?
She loved me, she reached for me
where were you?
my pain pained her lifeless soul
looking down were you
I still your bastard
Your highness

Corrupted Poetry: Paradigm

Gather your thoughts
vultures that swam
ghosts that came back to life
gather all your serendipity
the pout you plaster
the hunger you run to
gather all your aims

I have been to the foreign land
it is a new world
woman has no children
man barely has spine
…he bickers behind his fat tummy
his house never visited
Its the dreadful smell
shoes of the past century
you’d think he’d wash them
seeing love of his life
you’d think he’d hide his rotten teeth
pick the fest in his beard
you’d think
you’d think

my humbles, dear…dear. My, my!
I scream I do
you hear me
gather your thoughts

I perish you see me in clouds
and I laugh, laughter
I do, I laugh
when you saw me last
I’d been chirping
chirping at the delirious
caged me in a world built deepest
chambers my mindset
cough maybe, tilt my blush
back to my heart

I am here now
wearing whatever form
I am here now

…I’d rather you gathered
mysterious venture that is love
I’d rather you gathered
empty plot for my burial

I am sport of thoughts

Hello my goodbye
we meet in blankness
my people will want to know
and my eyes are already closed
what spirit can talk..?

I cast one painful thought at myself
…I was a young girl fascinated