Poetry

Exercise Book

Exercise Books

They are now old but the knowledge in them is still bold. I needed new ones but what exactly do I need new? Is it the knowledge or the books maybe the dew. I sit to type only...
poem - snail mail

Snail Mail

Does it send snails? no it sends mails. It deals with physical papers and not skyscrapers. It is called snail mail because it operates like bail, whatever is sent moves slowly. It comes from the lowly, But can the lowly send letters? Snail...

Now, I’m still alone – The Loner

In the morning, I was roaming. I was alone. Now, am still alone. Should I throw a stone? Right now am not alone. I have cold weather with me. But I am lonelier inside me. I am inside the house and I...
orange shirt

Orange Shirt

I am now currently dressed in it, the shirt is orange in color and it makes me feel blessed. It has black buttons which are 3 in number and are found at the top of the shirt,...
Death by love

Death By Love Episode 2

She sat by her family's couch in the dark, a bottle of alcohol in hand .She caught glimpse of the new cupboard and went into a reverie of what happened that day ,a day...
Death by love

Death By Love Episode One

Stella stood by the bedroom window of the apartment she shared with her boyfriend Lucas looking at a spectacle that killed her slowly .On their bed lay Lucas and another woman who were making...

I want to kiss your lips

I want to kiss your lips Like the moon Kisses the tides I want to kiss your lips Like the wind Kisses the young leaves I want to kiss your lips Like the clouds Kisses the sky I want to kiss your lips Like...

UNCHAINED

It is now centuries Down the long line Ages are gone Hair turned grey and gone But still I think My comrades remain Unchained A time like this Centuries gone by Our forefathers trekked the road Heading seaward With dreams shattered Their neck and hope All chained Now...

Mama

Mama I thought I was woman enough to akimbo before you, Until last night while walking home, Drowning these memories in the rain, Biting my lip to transfer the heartache. How wrong I was, For a blind holy brute...

The Voices, Chasing After Shadows In Life?

You spend nights on the cold streets Waiting for someone in a car to stop by You hop in off you go into some room Thereafter Throws a couple of dollars and he's gone Sometimes meet with arrogant ones...