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My Sadness Spoke to Me

He found me again. This time I didn’t start at his unannounced appearance. He took a seat on the left side of my heart, my Achilles’s heel, ruffling out his coat and folding back on the chair like he was the king of it. I could feel the strength I had been building over theContinue reading “My Sadness Spoke to Me”

Clandestine

Love me for tonight then goFor in the moments I allow an hour longerI’m sucked into the black hole that is your soul,forever lostMy thirst is quick and my fix is you in those moments when the night is darker than our pastand the silence louder than our heartsYou hate me as you love meContinue reading “Clandestine”

Bewildered self

Every turn of the moon,a new pain replacing the oldEvery time an angel closes his eyes,a new lost love to mournEverytime grandma hangs up her rosary,There’s a sin to atone for I’m clowning where I should be crowningCrying after a boy every seasonMy heart is full of bursting mends,Pus and rot flowing over the gaps,aContinue reading “Bewildered self”

Sorrows of a dying spirit

My home is a nest of chaos masked by calmness. Detached souls trying to bond best explains us. We fight nights and put on our masks come morning because that’s all that matters; our reputation. My home is a lab where the mind is keened into submission and meekness, obedience the goal. When happiness descendsContinue reading “Sorrows of a dying spirit”

First Date

I’ll call these series of poems First Date Kottowa was introduced to me by Wanjiru Wainaina, a mutual friend of ours. He writes beautiful poems and captivating short stories and he wanted us to partner in one. I was so afraid I’d let him down, but yoh… This project slowly set off… It was almostContinue reading “First Date”

JOHN TERRY

To most football fans, the title above may be a name you are familiar with. This post though, is not about that defender you know. It is rather, the title to a poetry conversation written by Terry Wambui and I. Terry Wambui. She is an outstanding poet. Amazing at her craft. This art runs inContinue reading “JOHN TERRY”

siren of the sea

Being of the seaRules the underworld in all her repulsive glory Unbeknownst to those afloatShe awaits their unknowing call Answers like a siren calledEmerging from the water breathtaking than everHer beauty hypnotic as it is a facadeHer voice finely aged wine as it is a poison’s maskA mirage passing as an oasis to a thirstyContinue reading “siren of the sea”

Hercules

I met Hercules On my way to hell, He was in war garb Ready to conquer and win I was dressed in sack cloth Ready to die and perish forsaken to Hade’s Underworld I met Hercules Straight and strong I was feeble as a twig He was a jolly sight Talked me into the nightContinue reading “Hercules”

Lucid

Lady of the ton walks alone Head bent lowShame around her head a halo Lady of the ton walks aloneHands fisted on airFeet hitting a lonely staccato on the grey sidewalk Lady of the ton looks at the city mirrorsHer wet eyes they mirrorHer lonely visage a deep contrast to whiles ago Lady of theContinue reading “Lucid”

Turbulence

She has been lying in bed since summer ended. Sufjan Stevens her choice of company. Replaying Fourth of July, she closes her eyes and draws deeper into her covers. She wants to sleep again. Sleep and not be disturbed. That is why her phone is on flight mode. Her friends already know she is notContinue reading “Turbulence”