Tell me why do you hurt so much lemme wipe your tears help you conquer your fears and calm thus raging storm you’re living through that would eventually break a heart so fragile yet so beautiful
She was hurricane,I was a thunder storm we looked good together but couldn’t last forever
Too much chaos,too much destruction
She avoids deep thoughts like an empty restaurant not out of stupidity ,but a canny resolve to be happy I want her to hold me,but I am afraid I will miss being alone
My mother say I have the oceans soul,I want everything but nothing in harmony I am chaos
It’s her wildness that bewildered me let alone her beauty I stayed up all night deep in fantasy of all the twisted things we could be upto on a lonely road along the south in our rusty Ford fiesta
She says she wants to get to know me better cause am shrouded in the mystery like the depths of the Pacific
Am incapable of making her understand the she knows more about me than I know about myself
She was beautifully out of place sometimes I believe she intended to be like the moon during the day
I am drunk.You couldn’t be farther from my state too.
Intoxicated by brew, drunk on my own thoughts.
Will it burn you up till you can’t keep it inside?
It’s a matter of choice really, what your endpoint is.
If you could see me now,
I still look for your face in the crowd,
There are days I’m losing my faith.
The walls kept tumbling down,
And when I close my eyes,
It almost feels like nothing’s changed.
I won’t let these little things slip out of my mind,
But when they do, they all add up to you.
I’m drunk, again.
This is another trail,
My last attempt.
I’ve tried harder, I kind of figured it out.
This will be my last post because when hearts don’t break even, you’ll find there’s a seventh degree. So long to anyone who reads my posts.
A few loses won,
A few wins lost,
If we’ve walked this road together,
Till forever on.
I used to drink for the ones I’d lost, now I drink for the ones who stayed, the ones I have. For the longest time I found solace inside the walls of a painful realm. A realm of sorrow, a happy place. A realm of guilt, an innocent place. A realm filled with hatred, a place to love the most , for you can only hate that which you can love, you can only find guilt in that which was once innocent, only sorrow in the happiest of people. Those four walls have changed the way I feel, running from myself.
The skies are blue but the thunder rages on high. What’s the day without a little night?
At the corner of my room there’s a glass. It’s special because unlike that one on my window, I can see my reflection in it. I guess you could call it a mirror. Sometimes when I stand before it I can see myself, like right now. Handsome, you can picture that. But there are times I can’t really see myself. All I see is the blurry image of a lost cause, a stray soul. Last week for example. I arrived home quite late and as I was changing I could feel a chill inside me as I stared at the mirror. There was no me. No handsome face, just a lean silhouette figure. There was darkness inside me. My eyes were empty. *not literary. I heard my mother’s voice calling me from a distance. She wasn’t really that far, I’d just drifted off to another world of my own further away. I ignored her, “I’m tired today she can do the chores herself”
Just then the image turned darker. I realised what was really happening. I was not the sweet little kid anymore. I was not the innocent and harmless mama’s boy. I was someone else, rebellious, proud, self-centered. “Maybe I should be good today and help out,” I thought to myself . Then there was a flicker of light in my eyes. They were not so empty anymore. I felt better, composed. I wasn’t a lost cause after all.
Well, lesson learnt. Even at the darkest of times there’s always that spark in you. You just have to ignite and let it shine. A mirror never lies, it’ll show you the fairest of them all, it’ll show you the scars and the flaws, and your grace even when you don’t know your beautiful.
P.s The following should not be taken literally in any way. It’s completely metaphorical.
If I was conscious I’d be cold, I’d be her king but at the same time the executioner. I’d rule and be noble but at the same time be a dictator. I’d wake up every day with a smile and still push you away. I’d buy you candy then poison you. I’d drop you off then run you over. I’d pick you up then kidnap you. I’d set you free only to shoot you in the back. And when it’s all over I’d kneel next to you,lean in and tell you that it’ll be okay. That you’ll be in a better place. And even if you’ll be gone, at least I’ll know you’ll never be with anyone else. And you’ll tell me you despise me even as the saliva dries up in your mouth, even as every word you say takes away a second from that minute you have till you bleed out. And at the very last breath you’ll tell me you still love me, because that’s what you are. Because that’s who you are, an angel. A most loving heart, a most understanding mind, a most pure soul, my only one. The only one I ever loved, the only one who cared,the only one who stayed when all others stayed away. And at that moment after you’re gone it’ll burn through my soul and it’ll be quiet and I’ll say to myself “Goodbye bitch, I’ll always love you.”
He rummaged through her soul. Made of dark scars and a Pure heart he loved. Pain that knows joy escalating through her deepest fears. Love that knows peace brought out with a spice of chaste.Haste was always his chase. And his pace killed their space. He always thought it made a change so did the rest. The impact was great but they will always blame fate. He loved her from what he thought was innocence, clean to his face with a little humour mixed in her phase.
She thought he was funny, with a little of style crowned with sass. It felt like running knowing you will still win. With his deep scars that bleed through her heart.. She was in love. He cast his cares and Cries every time it dawned a new. He had found comfort so he made her his home. She had her heart in a crib. She feed his afflictions with good grace and soothed through his taint. She engraved his scars and brought his face to the light. She was a slave of her emotions. He had changed.. He was just as good as fresh steak from the grill. His life was no longer an echo.Every fear he faced came back to retrieve his strength. He had made her his goddess truly.
She, was she the good girl who walked through confetti all her life and shone like the galaxy through space? She was wild at heart and mild at act. Her life was chaos but it never restricted her care. She passed through fire.We could say that’s what made her fierce. Her pain shone upon her smile. Like the Amazon, you would just get lost from one of her phase. She was great in her own eyes but faint Through their faces. She was the light that shone upon darkness. She was a river in which he lay his burdens down. But a river could have a stream, she was a river made of streams Streams that drew bliss away from her soul. But somehow her stream of joy never ran dry. You could call her pain gold. For she shone through every shade. She made him only see a peak of her scars, he never craved her pain. After a snake bite people suck the poison out but it seemed like he didn’t even know there are snakes and maybe he thought poison was some sugar.But she always made it her sugar such that the rash was just motivation 👣. With the season becoming long some of her waters dried. Clearly she did not want scars on bear land and ugly land marks. So she prayed that radiation crave her waters. Soon enough she became a river that was once before. He craved the waters back but they were long gone. His pain aged as her face changed 🌼She had become a piece of land with golden tulips to its fence ❄. He had awakened her ghost which were Chasing after his shade. To hide the shame, she swayed away from the hurt and made a cuff to her heart. She is beautiful.she became a garden drawing water from her source.
She found him. The waters for which her plants crave.He replenished his water all day. He became her source and she became his day 1.He Brought light upon her burn. He made her glow . And she grows everyday ☀. She is sunshine that will shine on his bed every Morning 🌻.
~By Wangechi ~