Because I am just a moon And among you, Are many stars Shinning far brighter than I ever could In the midst of the brightest one I fall And stay away Until she leaves again Then I creep up with Rest… She even shines her light on me. What I did I do to deserveContinue reading “Moonchild”
Category Archives: Quick Poem
Emotion is not meant to feel like war
words deployed during the hardest of times, when butterflies and tongue ties wouldn’t allow me to let you know how I feel… they don’t even bother to last long enough to form a sentence.
Today I had no desire to see the sun rise or set, Oxygen was nothing short of an enemy.
I’m topless,standing by my window, Overlooking the lake. Realizing that life is about everything… Everything but life. K.M
Restless souls.Resting bodies. Shattered hopes & dreams.
You are standing in the way of me and my spirituality. – Every Sunday – 08:45 am
Father, I love the me that I am in You. Strip me off all the things I think I that I may know and cover me in your Grace. – My Unprayed Prayer
27/05/2016
Did you have to come and lay your head on my pillow, long enough for your scent to linger- only to tell me that you won’t spend the night? How awful of you. {Leaving me in a bed that’s half full- Ready and willing to devour me with your fragrance.} How selfish.
I destroy every soul I am close enough to touch. -Acid
I choke myself with words that belong to me. …Words I gave birth to. Photo Credit : Anish Kapoor- When I Am Pregnant (2013)
72 I don’t thank God enough. I don’t celebrate myself enough.
Pillow Talk
You poured your heart out to me on a pillow and then we started fucking, I swiftly slid it under me, Because I’d rather have it draped in bodily fluids than the smell of your broken heart.
Scattered
I want you to wrap me in your arms, But I’m scared that I’m too broken for you to hold. – Kamogelo Mopai
Sleep
I love how it gives you a break from certain pain But others still find a way to creep up in your nightmares.
Lullabies
“the first lullaby some kids ever hear are the drops of blood that urge your mother to sing to your father’s fist because he hits the notes out of her lungs all too well.” — m.m.
Passion
I’m a passionate being. Without passion, You’ll find my lifeless body roaming the earth, Carrying out mandatory tasks To merely keep me alive.
