Posted in Art, Breakup, Love, Pain


​You stood in my face

And said I should grow

Yet I was 23 years old

You shut me down

Like a troubled child

I was your baby

And I thought you were mine

I knew I was crazy

But thought you’d understand

That men become babies when

Love changes hands

All our plans..

How I cry and nag

All my silly demands

And all my petty tantrums

I’ve been a bad baby

Just say you’re grounded

But take me back

Say go to your room

and don’t come out

Then bring me dinner in bed

I miss you like a hungry child

I miss you like mother’s milk 

I miss you like ice cream stake

I miss you and it can’t be faked

I miss you and am going insane

I miss you and its too much pain

I miss you most on children’ day

Thought mothers didn’t run away

They don’t throw their babies away

They forgive and retreat bruises

They tuck in their babies with kisses

No matter how ugly or skinny

My mummy sent me away

Yet I love her, I love her anyway.
I miss you like a lost child

I miss you like mother’s touch 

I miss you like my favourite toy

I miss you and it can’t be faked

I miss you and its driving me insane

I miss and its too much pain

I miss you most on mother’s day

I miss my baby

Does she miss me the same?

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Forever is two minutes Away

Forever is two minutes away
As I walk with hands in mine
Across the isle
And I have to smile
Footsteps glued in iron shoes
Music light like heaven’s gate
Love has absolutely nothing to prove
Forever is twenty footsteps away
But I won’t say that am afraid
Escorted by aged smiles and empty graves
Whispers saying stop and run away
Lonely eyes say you’re making a mistake
But Forever is just two seconds away
Your mistake is two words away
I do is not always ok
I do is not always the right way
I do becomes smoke on an ash tray
The love becomes ash of the cigarette
Love isn’t do or die, its hit or miss
Love is a fun game of russian roulette
Its a game of scooby go fetch
Shaggy is standing by the priest
And scooby is back with the stick
Someday someone would get tired, bored or love sick
Probably the scooby in white with shaky legs and a masking vail

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The Aftermath of War

I started a war for you
To conquer the world for saying no to us
For thinking our love was just not enough
But as I drew my sword against the world
You drew yours against me
I was all too blind to see
And all this while I’ve been fighting blindly and losing
Losing cos I fought for the one that fought against me

I finally accepted my fate that I lost
and threw my hands up
So you let me walk away with my life
Yet I begged for a mercy killing
Cos the battle wound wasn’t healing
Well, so you know, life is still a fight
Cos every now and then I feel the emptiness
My heart beat loses count
It tugs in my chest
Its knocks on my ribcage
at the memory of your name

So don’t go thinking you did me such a favour
That am better off now that you’re emperor
You’re the one with the heart of valour
But am no traitor
You are and am mad
You turned your back on me first
And I thought you had me covered
Anyway all that was yesterday

Am in a wheel chair now
My heart still beats but I don’t feel
People come around but you’re all I see
I see your evil grin on their faces
And with all the love they claim
I never tell them my real name
Cos I know you sent them to end my pain

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Mad Insanity

Sometimes I can’t differentiate what’s real and what’s not
I can’t tell reality from mental fabrication
I can’t tell unspoken voices from actual sounds
I just listen and heed what it says
Sometimes I know what’s actually there but I choose what’s not
I See the things that hurt yet I take the leap
Not of faith in what I seek but in dreams that don’t exist
I believe in things just because everyone else doesn’t
I never learn my lesson from falling
I see pictures drawn so well, they move and have stories to tell
They’re all scared and need my help
They’re all pure hearted, innocent and naïve like I am but all in my head
I know what’s real but reject it
I refuse to believe that all humans are of deceit
I see love in every being
I see stars in their eyes
I believe love will surely outshine
I see things that are not there
I feel things that are unclear
So am easily deceived
Am always the deceased
I see stars shinning at noon day
I see patterns drawn on people’ face
I know their names from far away
They call me crazy
But I just see differently