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DEATH vs TIME

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 It's about that time again This is for all who have ever said it's my time Not much time left Life is sorry for taking all your time That's why before you die,  You still have some time left Time to see your last moment flashing right in front of your eyes Time to think about what you have not done Time to wish you had said things you thought you'd have time to say Time to reflect on what difference you'd make If you did things on time Time to recall the fun times  that didn't even last Sad times sometimes take all your time Like right now at this moment you feel your life is slowly fading Everything you built All that you formed All of it Will either be forgotten or restructured  Your name will appear in writing but the real you will be buried inside for good No time to be alive It's your last ride No time to tell them how to mourn No time to clear your head and sort out misunderstandings No time to realize a new dream No time to reach out and grab one mor...

I don't know if this is a Love Poem

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 I've been trying to write this for the past 2 years Still can't decide if it's a Love Poem or not I met someone in 2014 She was shy only to the rest but not to me  to me, she was a huge-headed lioness With pride and extraordinary eyesight She saw through me That's how she detected my kindness even before she knew me even before I knew I had in possession something of such kind I was scared of living my life without her I knew damn well 1st love is a fantasy as it was the 3rd time in my life to be in love for the 1st time.  Thinking of how I did things I swore I'd never do Like paying for her bus fare to her home while I walked for miles to mine,  Makes me curse the day I was born Listening to her was my favorite part of the day As I watched her pink juicy lips curve in different ways  Left me in curly thoughts How could anyone be incredibly flawless?  I have fought boys for her Occasionally the lads came with other boys  who brought guns to a fistfigh...

A LETTER TO THE GIRL I USED TOBE

  When you turned 16 was the 1st time you said out loud  you wouldn't want to live anymore In therapy you said you'd never make it by 21 On my 21st birthday i thought about you & you were right My Parents never told me about you Its as if you existed only as the initials to my name I know they named you Emmah Not because i was introduced to you But because each time i remember myself Your name comes first You were not scared of putting on short skirts and walking with skirts with long slits no You were just afraid of what boys would do to you And also afraid that the girl you wore them for has never noticed you Emmah,  My Name is Kinaya.  I know we have never met yet But this is who they replaced you with,  Me.  They never talk about you We were having dinner on Tuesday someone said Emmah,  ....  It was silent like the grave they put you in and no one knows about it Nobody talked of You Emmah No one was allowed to My brother brought it out dur...

About Praying 4 Prayers & how Poetry is part of it

https://www.facebook.com/100001882548071/posts/pfbid022iPZ9kS2bAdZVZiw5tcoaJkbn2SLmjJqQsL5LytSgzDhbadTq3KupAUU3DL1qrwLl/?app=fbl This is how I pray every single day I always start with Thanksgiving Even if there is nothing in my life to realistically thank about as I would want.  Here goes Thank you God for life  When deep inside I know I'd be better off dead.  After Thanking God  I ask him to forgive my sins When deep inside I know I only have one sin,  dreaming big that He thinks am way over my head I have no time to sin I am a dreamer I spend my days sleeping Now God bless my neighbor and my enemy Two people who could combine forces just to get me thrown out of the apartment.  Before I finish my prayer I usually take a poetic silence And let it all sink in When deep inside am screaming 'God you have to listen this time don't leave me hanging!' This is how I pray when I need prayers or not When am free When am busy When it's Sunday When it's just another ...
 04:54 am He said... Kill me already! I can not shoot myself while your finger is fixed on the trigger You brought me to this world And now I want out with no return ticket If this suffering was your plan for me, please, Just kill me already I need not remind you of the prayers I cried my heart out to you, I begged But you left me in debris I have not heard your voice since  If I did, I wouldn't be here doing this And certainly, I can not hear you now And I can not bear this hell and your silence much longer I listened to them talking about you, and the word 'hope' was repetitive in their tongues I have been hopeless repetitively You've never given me hope to begin with  yet I still believed in it because a Sunday School teacher  looked me in the eye and said 'God loves you I was a naive little boy, I believed anything from a grown-up  I have an infection of self-doubt when I think about being hopeful I needed a cure but now we are past the illness and sadly I d...

WELCOME

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 Hey, Wos Up!? Welcome to this Phenomenal Blog, I will take you on a journey from here to deep within your souls. The means of transport will be poetry, i will be your driver of the day(s) so sit back, put your fingers on your keyboard/typekey and your eyes on the screen.