Tag Archives: Poetry

The Noise in the Silence

There’s a bench in the park that’s keeping all of my secrets

On it lies the things I have seen with my ears and the things I have heard with my eyes

On that bench I watch things

Most days I watch humans Continue reading The Noise in the Silence

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The Woman I Wish You Were

I wish you would stop pretending.

Pretending that everything is okay when it feels like your world is crumbling down around you. I wish you could stop acting like a superwoman and just fall down and cry. I wish you could just let it all out and tell the world how tired you are. I wish that for once you would stop putting everyone ahead of yourself…just once…that you could put yourself first and just love yourself before you attempt to love anyone else. I wish you could stop for a minute, look into the mirror and realize just how different the woman looking back at you is from the woman you ought to be. For once, just this once, I wish you would not give a dame and just run wild, run to that place in your heart that you buriedย the day you decided it was okay to not be happy. I wish that for once, you would stop pretending to be happy and actually be happy. Continue reading The Woman I Wish You Were

Escape from Love

He’s a gem of a man, behold!
Arrogant but shy
Charming by the day
But a devil in the night

He’s fluent in the languages of love, lust, loneliness and heartbreak
His lips whisper promises of ectasy and boundless liquid pleasure

Reality he grapples with
Fantasy he embraces
Time he hates

His world is a facade of castles and kingdoms
With marble walls and glass doors
A mirage of sorts;
He the king and I his queen

His mind is a dome of complexity
It speaks of love in the morning
And lust in the evenings

But love I’ve had and want no more
A prisoner of lust am bound by choice
I seek no more and I desire not his heart
….Or anyone else’s

Escape is my precedence
And he…a fortunate accident
But wait,
Did i just stutter?
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When You Were Here

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I once gazed upon his dancing eyes, his mysterious smile, his mismatched socks, his crooked teeth, his littered clothes on the floor and all I did was frown.

He was not perfect. He was never going to be perfect.

Today I gaze upon the same dancing eyes, the mysterious smile, the mismatched socks, the crooked teeth, the littered clothes on the floor and all I can do is swoon.

He is not here. He will never be here.

So here I stand, surrounded by memories frozen in time and memories playing on mind.

How is it that the very things I destested , the things I frowned upon and the things I hated I now look upon with such longing?

Take me back… to a time when I could see and feel, a time when I could hear and respond….

Give me back any moment…even the ones that made me despondent

Just take me back to a time when you were nigh.

Sinfully Addicted

By Charity Wathu Chingloma – Guest Blogger

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Cracks are my favourite sight
Your negligence, my cocaine
Your option, My priority
Its amazing How Hurting me makes me want you more

It aint rational, its emotional
Push me away
Like a widow Iโ€™ll still love you
You think am crazy?
A single passion from you will heal me

Am not pathetic
Am athletic
On a race to sanity
Which only is delayed by your vanity

One opportunity Iโ€™ll deflater your masculinity
And the We and Us will define the Infinity
Until then my addiction, your ego
Will form a sinful unity