THE POWER OF DEATH To love is to hurt ones self Death doesn't really hurt but when we love, it does. It is our inability to let go of the past. It is to want more but never to let go. For in order to...

I stood in the garden of broken dreams, No fig leaves, no silken seams. The world saw my scars, my pain, my flame, Yet I stood naked, but not ashamed. The serpent hissed, “You’ve lost it all!” ...

#poetry Son looks at mother with disdain He tells her she knows nothing He looks at father with kinder eyes Even when father might act out of terms He is still smarter than mother could ever be He ...

#poetry Nights of this kind were their unravelling; Two souls absolute twin flames . The fire would cede to match the passion of their bodies as their mutual yearning craved their indulgence in a dan...

#poetry PIECES OF EACH OTHER 🧩 We are pieces of each other, scattered across time, Different faces, different stories, yet the same silent ache behind the eyes. Our roots entwined beneath the sur...

#poetry Life is a series of seekingly seemingly hopefully mutually beneficial business transactions. SIMU

#poetry A daughter’s ache, a heart split wide Love and hurt walk side by side. Born of warmth, raised in storm, A bond distorted, far from norm. A mother’s touch, both balm and blade, Soft in mo...

#poetry A Self imposed sheriff Free of etiquette Blind to the grace on Gregory Undermining prestige and hierarchy Lacking decorum, throwing tantrums A narcissistic sepian, full of hubris On the...

When we finally see the light, The truth, the beauty, When the sweet flower of love is given unto us, And the sweet scent of magic fills the air. When the door is finally open, And the light has s...

Over the years, I've learned to see The power of peace in chaos' sea Challenges sweep like floods so strong Drenching, consuming, all day long Anxiety breaks free, fear takes its toll Fear, tension...

🅝︎🅞︎ 🅛︎🅞︎🅥︎🅔︎ Hearts run red— spilled across thoughts I cannot gather. Mind too sharp, slicing myself with critique. I hang in silence, gripping air, while the world...

ECHOES of UNSEEN It comes not loud, but soft and slow, A whisper in the mind’s shadow. No warning signs, no flashing light, Just breath that flees and chest pulled tight. It wears no face, it spe...

Sleep... My energizer and rejuvenator I go weak and tired but return strong with power The weight of my eye lids can now compete with that of lead Struggling to stay awake is a waste of fight cu...

It's not seen. It’s the silence between breaths. The invisible ache masked by "I’m okay." It slips behind smiles, Shadows behind laughter that sounds too rehearsed. It’s tiredness no sleep cures...

The little efforts made. To make cheer. Only to feel alone, And look for joy sole. If one cheer, And peer. Then the drums could have been heard. Not to feel broken And small. Low self esteem...

#Poetry A political puppet with a pinch of nuisance value An unlettered persona, a dazed despot With simile of psychological imbalance Full of arrogance of ignorance Consumed by hubris and politic...

#poetry His unfeigned kindness and unentittled affection pierced through the gray scale casting a silhouette of a vintage love on their fair hearts;no passion to hide and none to confess,. with her ...

#poetry *MY EMOTIONS FOR THE DAY.* 🫰🏻✍🏽 When tears fall like the rain, And heartache causes you pain, Remember, you are strong and bright, A shining star in the dark of night. Your emoti...

A BOY IN SAVANNAH Born to shackles, not of iron or steel, but of circumstance— invisible chains forged in silence, tightened by poverty, by absence, by the cruel indifference of fate. Lucky Dube...

Must it be me, That the winds of sorrow chase, When joy is served at many tables, And I am left with an empty plate? Must it be me, Whose footsteps echo through lonely paths, While others find the dr...