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Toneka Bona Poem
Tossing and turning
The hot flusters that rule the night
Moaning and groaning
Eyes closed mind wide open
Sobbing and sighing
A hundred voices in an empty room
Your pupils whizz around under your eyelids
Your chest heaves
Cheeks red and damp
As you turn your weak body to the made-up side of the bed
All neat and pristine
Unlike your own which is damp and disarrayed
You hear the ticking time
And you let the sound of time take you back
Back to when you shared this bed with another
Remember the peaceful slumber with your lover
Now you are an insomniac in solitude
Tormented by memories while the world is silent and still
You toss and turn
Trying to flee from the past
While he moves forward soundly
Poor insomniac
You dreaming insomniac.
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Toneka Bona Poem
Are you dear sir,
the one I am meant to love,
Fate Or Chance
the one who posses me,
the one who's mouth teals my speech,
the one who's body entices and warms me.
Are you just a man of chance,
or the man that is meant for me,
or should I forget what fate has in store,
and let you steal my heart and more
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I feel so alone,
even as I stand in a room
full of people,
Alone
I feel alone.
I try to escape from
my deathly silence,
yet I still stay in isolation.
My thoughts and words,
never understood or heard
by any other,
I feel alone.
So I'll keep my thoughts,
until the day I die,
and deprive the world,
of one voice.
Mine.
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The world is yours,
your power so great that your hands shadow
the earth
and what its births to,
yet it holds know joy and knows not of hope,
but you cannot see it,
your eyes glisten like a blind man,
the words you speak reflect your idiocy,
but your heart contradicts your being,
it dreams of a paradise
but holds to many riches to reach it,
you have a mind that make contraptions
the defy science ,
yet you live your life backwards,
and your being knows nothing of your heart,
you my king never truly live
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Blood in my eyes,
but to hurt to ever cry,
rainy days come and go,
Webbed eyes cannot see truth
but you never pass by.
You ask for truth and love,
but the answer hides
behind your eyes.
you want my heart merged
with yours,
you want our bodies entwined
as one,
you want me to join your
love of lies,
But I see straight through you,
with my webbed eyes.
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From start till this very day we’ve changed and grown
We are now at that age where the life we own
Is at its fragile state
We are so close to the adult life but still not quite there
The peak of the mountain is in our view.
Naive mind understand that This stage is not the easiest to do
The climb is steep and there is hardly any air to breathe
So with each step we take from this day forth is a fight
Our footing may land us falling with no safety net
Or closer to the peak.
But remember to look around you
See the lands that Gods hands sculpted
Before moving forward.
Don’t rush to the end to only hiss a swearword at the regret
Lead with your heart but remember educate your heart with your mind,
Stay humble and kind, because when we grow up the harshness of this world could leave us bitter and spiritually blind.
It is an end to chapter but only the beginning of the next.
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