Shame

My walk with shame has been both exciting as it has been gruesome. You learn with each step taken, How to keep your head on the ground, Your attention on your surroundings, Your eyes on passing strangers, The endlessness of the stories painted on the streets should not turn off your natural instincts to by

Congratulations

Celebrate these moments my darling! Celebrate these tides little fish. The ocean’s depth with forgotten 10cent coins. That tiny walk to buy fresh brown bread. Buy yourself a smile and hide it in your purse. Swirl on the sounds of self victory. Dance on the songs of rose incense. Sip wine from coffee mugs. Celebrate

Yes Them!

Don’t carry them in your spirit for too long. Bones get weary, The heart gets tired. Don’t keep them in your space. The walls get bored, Silence finds it’s voice. Don’t store them in your speech. Words birth reality, Deaf ears choose when to listen. Don’t house them in your thoughts Never give delusion shelter.

Tangled

Against my better judgement I was lured, I had the willpower to stop history from repeating itself but lust had grown so fond of me it held on to me tighter than a tick on a dying cow. I had always been the curious type, bitten once -twice entinced. What tragedy could befall me now?

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I’m In Love

Look up at the sky! The sun bows down and worships the fire our eyes create. All existing magic is in sync as the stars stare at our light, Our love, For the moon, For the music, For our hearts that have embraced a love known not by man. Look at us! We look like

Here today….

I have always been a traveller. Even when I never left home, i always kept all my things in suitcases. I was ready to take a trip and find the secret place the sun rests it’s head, Go to magical places Beautiful places Sad places with muted cicada sounds. I never fell for the hypnotic

Tastebuds

I tasted him, His whole existence bare in his tongue. Sweet, tender memories scattered on his lips The pain in his slow breathing, The love in his embrace. I tasted him, He had sweet flavours of masculinity, And a soft aftertaste of a violent storm, Parading on the eager corners of my mouth Answering every

Women And Words 2018

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“Mirror Mirror On The Wall…..”

A world with no mirrors , Eyes with no lenses, Truths hidden behind moving shadows and reflections painted on still waters. A blind man looks up to the sky and admires the world with intensities of an authentic eye. Sunsets and sunrises give life to time, and still we search for mortal faceless clocks with