Bye

It's hard to write

It's hard to forget 

It's hard to accept

It's hard to know

That one has left

And would never come

You will miss her

Terribly I know

But should it kill

No ! You have a future

Mother left

But her spirit lives

Be who she wanted 

Let her legacy be alive

Since: 

Life is like a pill

Survival is not will

Some time you'll be thrashed

Others leave you splashed

But since its not a choice

You'll have to be okay

RIP. Mother

M*

It was

With the old music

Of your flute

You're sound thrills me off

I remain speechless 

Imagining out of the unimagininable

My nerves get alert

My muscles tend to contract

More than even relaxing

I get into a hole

Of black darkness

And it doesn't end

With the music flowing

I then become weak

But stronger than Samson

This pounding heart

Creates a rhythm

I don't know its keys

Then I hear

Voices calling me

"Girl will you wake up?"

Opening my outer eyes

Christ! I had gone away

I had died

Buried by that beauty

Of the sound you make

And my love for you

But first

Being simple and clear

We live 

We love 

We lie

Cold lonely world

Give lessons the hard way

So hard to swallow

Now we face our fears

One is scared of being lonely

But it seems there's a path

Where everyone must take

Don't take it for hatred

But part of your story

Made our paths cross

Quick recovery 

All the best

Then 

Wish I had opened

My eyes wide enough

To see that extension

In your so called skull,, idiot

I find it amusing

Or should it be ironical

Since you made me mad

And opted for the joke

Friend zone

You always want to win

So as to be seen a genious

Or that you can't give in

You bloody jigger

You always talk

And give the stern look

A great analyser

In politics football 

When will you grow

To care about others

But still

Am fighting the tears

Lest they drop down

Annoying me again

My heart solemn it feels

Bitterness and pain

It looks like guilt

Being asked by conscience

To ignore everything

Since when twas your turn

The other party ignored

Cover anger with smile

Laugh keep smiling

But it still shocks

Why did he love brushing

His arms over me

I've never understood

How I slept

Then moment I get up

Not even 

Why I lied to myself

When all was wrong

But l do know

The jealous I feel

Whenever i see you

Spending ...

And it doesn't go past

My hatred for you

And now

Its only I

In this stormy walk

Only I

In this sandy sinking climate

Only I

Who is always wrong

Only I

Who people take advantage

Only I

Who keeps on being lied to

Only I 

Who has to swallow tablets

Only I

Who sometimes get sick

Only I

Who is all alone

There is no shoulder

Even to cling to

There is no moment

Even to keep a smile

There is no room

Even to isolate oneself

There is no human

Even to trust my heart

Useless world useless life

Useless dreams useless ambition

Useless authority useless beings

Useless thoughts useless deeds

Useless love useless feelings

 Am I also useless?

The end

And one thing I kept in mind is that expectations kill all time, I don't have to give all to people who give half but truth be said I can't love someone to that point even if it's my husband

...

That's the last post

Am out of street lights

As I move into 

The darkest part

Of this market centre

My spotlight bright

Enough to show 

A mere girl 

Walking around  

Tight jeans was best

But being a sunny day

Am in a short skirt

And this long coat

Does nothing except

To pull my pace back

As I walk

Its clear am in street

Full of dark manners

Evil guys around

Had they been waiting

For someone

Or had they planned

For that girl

Always ignoring

Those calls like dogs

I now lose vaginity

To a rapist

A stranger

Oh God!!!! 

Not even

My boyfriend

Rapists 

Its not hatred

Its not hard love

Its just nature

Its forces

Goodbye lovely

Guess its time 

I fought time

To win back time

I have to leave

Hide for a while

Cover myself away

And perhaps learn

Its not perfect

To be out there

Its somewhere 

Evil to beings

Of kind hearts

But I wonder

...will you forgive me

Or forget me

Or call me 

A stranger

Like your dad

But its you're future

You're destiny lovely

That I have to create

And its only now 

Or will be never

Should have done it 

But I couldn't

When you grow

You'll not understand

That tradition

Is more than blood

Is more than care

Is more than brains

Is more than men

Is more than hell

Wolves

Is my name to folks

Who gave me out 

At mere age of teen

To be a wife

To the stranger 

You know him

So pretty one

My journey starts

Tonight I guess

And I leave you 

Nothing to grow with

Except you're brain

Or you'll be buried

By that stupidity

All around us 

And

Am told I should date

Someone unique

A guy with class

Whose morals are good

Discipline unquestionable

Standards are high

Bears Christianity

A working class

...the endless list

So what!!

Will that be love

Will that bring cash

Will it not end

Will he be God

Will that give a tag

Or rather a mark

On our kids foreheads

Men are men

Only the colour

Or the face

Or the shape

That brings disparity

Since 

Its senseless

For an angel

Somebeing pure

To have a harlot

For a date

To K1

Met you still 

Two years indeed

Not that long

And the grey maggot

Still bears it

Handsome as always

It missed me

Yet far away

Once left me 

And I had to forget

Loving that soul

I sometime regret

That I cared

And had the memory

Of my childhood friend

You make me mad

Always

Yet my niece says

I need not to care

Trust is never free

Unlike grace

* Gadamnit bitch

Wish you knew 

My hatred to insects

That cling on skin

Yet never used that chance

To bite

When will you grow 

And learn to have brain 

Since such a mess

Deserves a tough kick

To have a jump start

Stupid orangotang

Get up on you're feet

Respect you're butt

It gives support

To the empty bald

Give me a second

For I guess I'm tired

Yet its kinder hard 

To trim you're arrogance

Keep on going

Never turn back

Since

My heart so small

Once loved all

Little never knew 

Nothing so new

And young it cried

Knowing hell tried

Till dawn i wish

He was just a wish

That ...

Her

A tribalist;

Politician with heartless thoughts,

Membrane of unjust acts,

Who gave you life?

Our society;

Bends on drunken roofs,

Stares at the shapeless bald,

Having jealous thoughts.

Your interest;

Want to benefit oneself,

Dislike our views,

You hate our motives.

You care¿

The matter is you,

The correct one you,

Jealous actions to others.

The few;

Trusting your innocent face,

Believing those words,

Why do all these?

Its fun;

You never care commune,

Minds will think big,

Hearts understand more,

And for sure,

No one will see you twice.