In loving memory of Queen Queen - Nyasuba.
"I am DYING"
by Juno Byron.
My heart is losing breath
To the hourly pummelling and drubbing
With a heavy metal rod of death
No mercy forgiveness am Dying
Is it because I'm a lady?
Is it because I'm to be voiceless?
'y kill me before our baby?
Please listen to the voices
End semester is here
Boohoo! I can't sit to revise
'cos dear I fear this is my year
To capsize the prize of my cries
Open your eyes mister killer
Allow me die peacefully
With no wounds like a caterpillar
Now that you can't forgive easily
My love has betrayed me
Denied me to quit
With you I thought I was free
But you were misfit
My sisters
love is a big liar and deaf and blind
Big blisters
Quit! Before you're confined
Categories:
drubbing, betrayal, death, death of
Form: Rhyme
.......MY LOVE.........
The way my heart is drubbing for you
I am not understanding anguish of love.
I tried to set my eyes on the sky.
But it was all written of your name.
My heart is spinning with you.
The world is crass without you.
I can not stay here without you.
You're the paste of my heart.
I can not understand this feelings anymore.
Your love is driving me crazy to commit crime.
I am a detainee in your world.
Is this what they really termed as real love?
I can no longer live this life without you.
The life without you is so dreary.
You're the only bee that eat me out.
Now, i am feeling it like petals of flower.
I repeat after you, you are my LOVE.
Categories:
drubbing, abuse, angel, animal, beautiful,
Form: Free verse
After inserting the narcissistic probe,
All he could say was,
Meet me in St. Louie, Louie.
There was never a dull moment
Listening to the guy rattling on.
Amazing-- how one person could be
The center of the universe,
Podcast and all.
Consternation? Exactly.
I was out of patience--
Time for a drubbing.
Take no offense, I said,
But if you do,
Return it in the morning.
Turning to more mundane courses,
Like breakfast
I tried to put the wretch
Out of my head.
But sometimes you just have to live
With what is broken.
In the end, never self-identify
As a narcissistic vagabond,
Because profanity is the habitation
Of small minds.
Categories:
drubbing, word play,
Form: Free verse
#It is true that life will go on
If anyone of the three die today
Either of us or the feeling we share
These are three yet one
For if one dies the others die too
None ever was nor can be without the other two
Life will go on after, yes it will
But will empty shells not resonate of the breeze that once filled them
Not ever?
Will my heart not burst the minute I think of you
And the thought that will you not hear it
Will my heart not be torn apart by the love that held it captive,
A million times a day
Will I not live and die looking at everything that we saw together
Live and die, yes, and then live to die again
Will the daily drubbing in my veins not speak of thy lovely name
Will it not
Will it not...#
Categories:
drubbing, break up, farewell, hurt,
Form: Verse