You have my soul, but you have your fate
Whatever your words, I’m willing to take
You have my word; I’ll give you my breath
It’s like a chain that would never be break
You are my love with all my heart,
I’ll fight for you with all my might.
And in the way, you admire your goals,
You hold my hands, but not so close.
As you go to your chosen path,
I’ll accept the fact that we will be apart.
In the dark side, I leave behind
Within my faith, that you’ll arise
Please don’t look back, coz I’m fighting still
I’m hurting so much! Don’t want to have you near
I accept my fate for what it does,
I’m bleeding so much, do you know for whom it was?
You reach your goals, as you want to have,
Would you remind the man that gave what he had?
As you reach the stars, and be the one
Be a sun that shines its own.
After the rain, the rainbow comes,
Like dark in the moon, when the light flash
A glimpse from you at least a short
For then I knew my pain is worth.
Copyright © Emmanuel Fajutagana | Year Posted 2013
WRITTEN 25TH FEB 2001
I love you all with my whole entire heart
every second, I'm left to wonder why we're apart
I try to work out what I must've done wrong
how many mothers sing this sad song
But there are no answers to my questions
Every year we have spent together
is now embedded, in my heart forever
I think hard and long
does this pain really belong
Still...there are no answers to my questions
Strength I once had to carry on
is nearly dead and gone
I say a prayer every night
to give me strength, to stay and fight
I still ask, "why us"
were we on the wrong bus
I weep a tear with every second
how do I live, like everyone reckon's
Still...I get no answers to my questions
I stay here fighting, for just one more touch
am I really asking way to much
I love my babies with every beat of my heart
please I beg you, stop keeping us apart
Still...no answers to my questions
I'm only left to Guess, that God's reason's
are truly his very own
I would like to let you know that this poem has actually be transformed into music which was mastered by Hollywood hits music production for the ongoing journey to be played in a movie or tv production. Far out I am gobsmacked.
Copyright © Denise Hopkins | Year Posted 2013
I'm sorry mom, but I killed a man.
His daughter and newborn that was in his hands.
I'm so sorry because you raised me well,
but there's a demon inside
and I thought that I should tell.
I found pleasure in their weeps and cries.
I smiled softly as the tears rolled down from their eyes.
I told them hush, hush, it's for the best.
While I smothered the baby
and stuck the knife in his chest.
I felt an absence, so I contemplated.
On how to create a deathly masterpiece,
so that the media wouldn't be devastated.
I smeared the blood on the wall
and drew a smiley face.
I severed the man's arm
and stuck it in the fire place.
I heard subtle cries,
the man was still grasping for life.
I should have made those incisions with a sharper knife.
I laid the dead child beside him to see his reaction.
Then I stabbed him again,
while he focused on the distraction.
He's a brave soldier, he didn't die easily.
Sad it didn't happen more peacefully.
I bet his daughter would've been proud.
She would've survived,
if she didn't play music so loud.
I crept up the stairs and peeked inside the room.
She was teenaged, around sixteen I assumed.
She didn't even scream,
well that was until she saw me.
And the blood on my hands,
so she tried to brawl me.
Tough girl, I'll admit, she sure put up a fight.
But she swung with her left, I dodged and struck her with a right.
She fell to the ground, I raised my hands in victory.
Then I paused and realized there was no prize meant for me.
So I dragged the body downstairs
and laid her beside her family.
I bet this wasn't the horrid day they planned to see.
Oh well, I slit a vein and let the blood spew out.
I decided to tie her to a chair,
so she wouldn't move about.
I got bored and started to tear the infant from limb to limb.
Night began to fall,
outside of the window is dim.
I needed to speed up the process,
if I wanted there to be progress.
I nailed each limb to the wall
and for the head, I let it rest.
On the kitchen counter,
my art piece was starting to come alive.
The daughter's blood made a pool so deep that I could dive.
Two down, only him left to go.
I hung his body from the ceiling,
so he could be the centerpiece of the show.
I washed my hands and took pictures, this belonged in a gallery.
To be gazed upon by millions,
just the thought of it was flattering.
Blame the overwhelming aggression
or adolescent depression.
Don't think too much about it,
time never endures regression.
So mom when you come home tonight.
Try not to have such a fright.
Copyright © m.n.i.w m.n.i.w | Year Posted 2015
I am sorry, for all the heartaches,
For the countless tears,
Blood that has been spilled for 'goodness' sake,
And all of us afraid, hypnotized by fears,
I am sorry.
I do not know what to do.
I cannot understand this reality,
Of which only hatred is due,
Sorry, I cried with a broken heart,
My soul tainted with despair,
All I want is a new start,
Or at least for the world to quickly repair,
I cannot keep this grief,
It has blinded me from truth,
I cannot keep this belief,
That revenge is our only proof,
I am sorry. I am trying my best.
I changed and strive for better,
Not only for me, but for all the rest,
Humanity is my family, forget it never,
Responsibility lies within eyes that seek,
Hearts that beat and souls that peaked.
Do not leave me in heartache,
Do not leave me to sleep,
Shake those at rest and in slumber,
I am sorry but not for long,
Love is the answer,
A kind humanity is where we belong.
To each and everyone, responsibility lies within us, to change the world.
Copyright © Fariq Yusoff | Year Posted 2015