Long Hopless Poems
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Psych wards often lack mirrors
Out of fear that they will be broken
We cannot watch our faces stain with tears
That privilege evades the hopless
Yet still I remember staring at that wall
In the bathroom above the sink outside the stall
I stared at bricks with the paint flaking off
And in the nothingness, a reflection is what I saw
I saw that I was broken and didn't want to heal
That I was grieving for the things
I had forgotten how to feel
Despite my diagnosis
I'd say I've never had depression
Despite my semicolon, all I had was symptoms
Death was the logical escape
A coward's way out but a more gentle fate
And when that too failed
Everyone's words were the same
"It's gonna get better"
But how long am I to wait?
As of now, half a decade
And my stance has begun to change
Living is enough
I do not owe you a reason
I exist for myself and this world is better with me in it
Mwizi! Mwizi! Mwizi!
Shika uyooooo
2am habitual
I toss my sheets stand by the window
They all speak at once
''Achomweee....''
I wear my walkies and switch my lights
I scrunch my nose
Freezing outside
Ni nani?
My anxiety grows
I join the mob
Fury is forehead engraved
Rusty smells of pangas and rakes and jembes
Ticklish breeze blows hard
Goosebumps on my skin
''Leo atakipata,,,ametusumbua sana,,,anaiba ata viatu za watoto,,,OCS asiitwe,,,tutahandle....its all too much
I watch as he lays there
Blood gushing from his pipes
Teeth plucked out
His eye turned purple
His clothes stick ripped
Shivers as he pleads
Oh such a fakist
He deserves death
A silent voice asks,,''why should he face peoples brutality?
Its still for a second the voice creeps up my veins
Dependency is its root
Not having the normal triggers it all
Illiteracy,,, backwardness,,poverty
I can't bear it
5 steps back am out of the crowd
From far i watch as he screams
The matchstick kisses his oil stained body
His body slithers in agony
His whole existence is wiped off
What satisfaction does it offer?
Does it embrace the bitter truth?
From the leaders to the street children
All accustomed to not living without this and that
Is it scary?
It's sickening to think of
Its nauseating to look at
But what can we do?
Those in authority, insensitive is their way
They devour the strength of the weakwisdom
They render souls desperate
A culture it is
How do we change it all?
How do we train those who think are bearers of wisdom?
Desperation is all that is
Tireless working
Seizeless prayers
Hopless souls creep up the church corridor's
Sanity is German
Trying hard,,,having to sweat,,,working till it hurts
Their motto is survival
How do you speak gibberish to African people?
All they do is stare
Walking away is a career
For the gram
Clowning
Empty minds
Hopless souls!
Shame on our motherland!
That is why they plan on wiping us all
All we are is liabilities
Till when?
Sunny was a bunny who didn’t know how to hop.
His brothers and his sisters could, but Sunny just could not.
Every time he tried to hop he just fell upon the floor;
Sunny tried each day and night until he couldn’t try any more.
Sunny’s sisters hopped to school, his brothers hopped there too
Sunny just stayed home all day, what else could a hopless bunny do?
But Sunny’s mother was a bunny who happened to be smart,
And she knew that Sunny was a bunny who had a great big heart.
She said, “Just because all bunnies hop doesn’t mean it’s the only way to go;
You could try to walk or skip or run or maybe even roll.
Just watch the other animals and see how they all get around
And soon you just might find a way to scoot across the ground.”
Now everywhere the bunnies go, Sunny gets there too,
By putting one foot in front of the other, just like me and you.
Not every bunny must do the things every other bunny does,
Was the lesson Sunny Bunny learned from his mother through her love.
Born into this world –
with a cord around my neck.
Wrapped around 3 times –
my cord of life brought me near death.
Funny now to think –
I’d live my life with the same battles.
Foreshadowing my future –
(fighting) with demons in the shadows.
Fighting for my life alone –
seems no one hears my screams.
The things I love so much –
most of them cause danger to me.
My lovers over time –
in their own ways felt right to me.
Just to find that each of them –
would just cause me to bleed.
Not bloodshed in some valiant way –
no, bloodshed of the weak.
Beaten, battered, broken, –
it still haunts me in my sleep.
Pushed to brutal limits –
beaten like an injured dog.
And when I finally snapped –
see, only I was in the wrong.
Friends are just the same –
whenever presented with conflict.
Nobody wants to listen –
unless there’s favorable verdicts.
Throw away the whole relationship –
For sakes of being right.
Nobody really cares –
they’ll leave me here, far out of sight.
Family is truly fleeting –
they just seem to come and go.
Even those you’re close to –
(turn) into people you don’t know.
See, I have no true safe place –
nor a happy place nor peace.
I’m plagued by suicidal thoughts –
for my mind is diseased.
Why should I want to be here –
with no purpose, with no home?
The absence of my children –
is the worst pain that I’ve known.
“Stay alive for them!” –
so many foolish people say.
But I cannot fulfill their dreams –
(they’ll hold) false hope should I stay.
I`ll die waiting for my life
i am incredibly afraid to wait all the way until my death
its a sad reality im living
i´ve been waiting for way too long
i dont think i can do this anymore
life runs slow and fast and streches all the way to the past
it feels empty now as if everything has passed
and still i wait for something to happen yet i dont know what
i´ll die waiting for my life
im not asking for anything really im just asking for somethting so simple
so pathic and so childish but i do cry thinking about what i couldve had
maybe i am a grown up jealous child or maybe i am just being myself
Often the whispers of regular people visit my noisy ears
and i find myself fighting the urge to yell how good their live is comapred to mine
i want to feel like i have the right to cry and want to die
that way i never imrpove anything i stay still as a rock in a river
Life is slipping away and yet i dont even turn my head to glance at it for the last time
To me its a hopless case that neither you or I can save
Im a hypocrite beacuse i do cry thinking about how
I´ll die waiting for my life
#Nabi
It was a different parth, maybe thats what they meant by; hopless roads sometimes leading to greatness, a sacred one, some perculiarity, not by legs I was led here, not by my human desires but cosmos frequencies, a spiritual radar.
That day, I set my humanly form, in the darkness, with questions streaming and flooding my mind, needed that darkness to be one with myself, to think clearly, to see clearly, for thus my better space to be precise
Wanted that darkness to be exact, to bd certain for I gave been uncertain most of my life and that brought me nothing but only void and pain, was done enduring to loss and confusion, to pain and disappointment, this time around, really wanted closure, a surity that I walk not on my yesterday flops, ever
In my head, with our first encounter, I was interjected, paused by magnetization, a mesmerizing interjection, the mother's boyin me, wanted to call my mother to come and help me entangle myself off your eyes, for I was snared, maybe I saw myself as man in your eyes, as grown up mature and ready for accountability, maybe a better version of me
Maybe stuck and don't wanna move, don't wanna be moved from how I see myself through you, maybe I just don't wanna leave here, without you, maybe not live without you, I say maybe for I fear to admit that you are different not from the rest but different for me
Maybe you possess me, maybe hypnotizez me and I'm just fine with that for nothing in my lil life span, had I ever been this certain with anyone, maybe this certainty overwhelms me, clouds my mind and I'm just fine with it, maybe I have lived in denial the enterity of my being but in you I rest
Maybe that's how being content feels, maybe and just maybe, this requires me to just take this leap of faith and just surrender all, into this moment, to just love if not nature you with my heart and forget the former things and just live for here, with you, Nabi
#Poetic_Ink
#The_writings_are_on_the_wall
How do I turn my heart back on, how do I shut my eyes on you, when all I have to live for is only you, how do I sleep when you are not well, how do I smile when your eyes are teary, how do I live, when you are nowhere near me, how do I breath in your absentia, when the world suffocate me beyond my endurance, where should I go when to you is where I'm constantly led to, where do I hide, when your shadow spooks me, how do I unshackle myself from you, when you are always everywhere, and in everything I see and touch, who do I become when you are map my life navigates on,
When distances shuts us apart, when the world is busy pulling us sideways, when after all the fighting and temporary rejections still in my tattered emotions, walking back constantly to where you are, where do I go to heal, when you constantly have stabbed hope lifeless out of my heart, where do I go for the writings are on the wall,
Where do I go, where do I hide, where should I confine to, when I'm welded to your destiny, how do I breath when my lungs have shed the last of its least, when my body has lost the last drip of blood fighting for you, where do I go when all I'm left with being shelves of strength lost in trying to make you understand, to show you the writings on the wall, where do I go when I'm stripped of my pride, dignity, loosing myself to prove a point to you, where do I go when my efforts are shed in vain, when beyond hopless my emotions have dried to, where do I go when the writings on the wall blocks me from seeing beyond you, from thinking beyond you, from hopping beyond you, where do I go when all I have is you
Where do I go, when the writings on the wall haunts me day and night and everywhere and in everything I do, where do I go, with this chain on my soul, constantly reminding of the writings on the wall
For you, I will risked it all, when life is ebbed out of me, my world shattering, for you I will drop in my last breath on your feet, for the writings on the wall are me and you and no one else, the writings on the wall
#Poetic_Ink
#Will_die_where_you_die
Rapture nor reincarnation,
never been ready like now.
Said I was ready,
for you said you were too here to stay.
So much uncertainities have ravished my peace, hope has long passed me by.
So much much pain have bruised my soul,
made me numb and surrendered to life.
In a hopless space,
my mind defeated,
my heart worn-out.
only appriciated the gift of life,
The only thing that painted my face with a smile. Long had I packed my heart from the love scene, said a scene for nothing was pretty there, emotional stains everywhere, messy and daunting, an emotional traumatic scene.
Took a leap of faith with you,
They said we only lived once,
I said if its not with you I be not counted.
You said you will be here, not for me but with me
That to my ears, send shivers down my spine, a feeling uncommon to my body, certainity!
Cleared my closet, for many dead emotions were left in there to die. Made space for a new beginning, this time with a die trying mindset.
Said I liked you, instead of I loved you,
Felt my heart firmly grabbed by colossal emotions,
This is love not infatuation, a voice at the back of my head whispered. My mind kept correcting that statement but my tongue was stuck.
The grit in your voice, forged my heart out of fear, doubt and hopelessness. Standing here unwaveringly so, I said I will die where you die
#Poetic_Ink