Moon of the night Come forth with impressions of my love With rest and peace and her My love, framed in the harmony of clouds and light and the night's sky Moon of the night It is I her nobel knight It's time you heard my plight Stare down at me Let beams of rays … Continue reading Moon Of The Night
Listen To the subtle sound of a fallen heart To the rhythm of its beat Listen to the life you bring along The energy it feels around you Hear it Listen To the sound of hastened footsteps Steps fastened to your rescue at the sound of distress Listen To the raspy sound of my 80 … Continue reading Listen!
I've seen beauty despair She didn't think she was beautiful enough You're beautiful If only you could see you through my eyes Well you can see you through these words Read on
I am a diary. One without pages and dotted lines. Without dates and a calendar One that doesn't need a pen I am a diary, a different kind
'When we serenaded that damsel, I could see her butterflies come alive and her heart melt in the beautiful bed of vibrations and auditory pleasure...' I proudly present poem one of our 'Inanimate' Series. Read on and dont forget to drop your guesses in the comments below. There's a prize to be won🙃
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Aba Zigiza! '' How did you feel six feet under a man's breath as he pounced on all that was left of you?.' In my third Letter to my Ex I take you on a journey as I unveil the lies, deceit and ugly truths about Aba Bentille, Chief 'Super Pretending' Officer. Read on!
'This was the day the Lord had made and we would rejoice and be married in it.' Find out what happens to a wedding when the bride's mum is a 'fearsome deity' in my second Letter to my ex - L2MX, Afia Boamah. Read on!
'What do people of the opposite sex do in the comfort of a bed and four walls, dim lights and calm music?' Find out in the first letter to my ex - L2MX as we take a look at the wicked witch of the West, Yaa. Read along to find out more.
I am perfect. In the eyes of the crowd I am. It's a lonely game of Russian roulette when I aim that revolver ready to blast away my pains and sorrows, in melodies and chords that lift my spirits. I am perfect, I guess I am. In the eyes of colleagues, friends and family when … Continue reading Overrated