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She's steadily
Keeping me busy
Even when I'm idle
She's always on my mind
Because I miss her like breath
She's an idol
She's always racing in my mind.
My mind is flooded
With thoughts of her
I think I'm addicted to her
A moment without her
It's the moment of hell
She's my heaven, the one I lean on.
I've been lost
In her way
Without no trace
Just to see her face
None can take her place
For she's irreplaceable
She never complains but maintain
What she does or gives, I can't explain.
Long ago, Mithila was left at this forsaken station,
As the train slipped away on the wrong track,
cutting all horizons.
There was no return
Mithila knew it, even then.
This waiting was only a silent, endless sigh.
In the dust-covered mirror of nostalgia,
Her past flickers, bright as gleaming,
Unreal in its stillness and beauty.
The present? A colourless traveller
That tells no stories, only passes by.
So much time has passed
As if a lifetime quietly devoured all she knew.
Mithila, lost in the unknown crowd, now nameless.
The rails no longer tune
The rhythm faded with the fog.
Time moved on, but never came back in harmony.
The train still whistles
But only for its own journey,
Not for Mithila.
There is no vacant seat for her now, no backwards glance.
Mithila is now just a name,
Drifting in the air of a grey and lonesome afternoon.
No one remembers her,
Only time leaves behind a fading trace.
And the future?
It is a nameless station of Waiting
Not new, just another destination of solitude.
When we parted at the airport you left a part of you behind,
Your scent Lingering still on my shirts, my clothes my hands.
I crushed them to my face and breathed you in, my eyes closed, remembering you.
You smelled like lemons and flowers and strawberries.
You filled the room, every room with the scent of you,then left it behind.
A bewitching trail of love almost wild and untamed,
I still remember that smell,
You
Death came today...
taking my sweet Jess from me;
to an even better place, I pray,
than this life we shared so passionately.
If only I could just hold her,
keep her a moment more;
but alas, God has called for her,
now she sleeps evermore.
So many small things I should have told her,
too many feelings left unsaid;
I can only hope she sensed my love
was stronger than words instead.
As I pass through this day of lost love,
there is but one thing to lessen my pain:
her promise that one day,
our two souls will be one again.
So someplace I'll plant a single flower,
brighten a lonely place;
and hope she knows it blooms for two,
an endless love for one never to be replaced.
The world didn’t stop, and neither did I,
but something’s missing when I walk by.
I wait for her in spaces that don't know her name,
a place where only the quiet remains.
While you drown in tears everynight
she dosent even care enough to think about you once
While you kneel and beg for her to return
she dosent even care enough to look down
Run before you lose your life to her
forget every moment you ever shared
Try to live once again
I love seeing you after a long week
I hate the feeling of driving to your house
I love how we play video games together
I hate that it was all we did
I love my mother
I hate all the problems you made for her
I loved our talks
I hated the way you would talk to me
I love the memories
I hate our memories
I loved hanging out with you
I hated being with you
We used to love each other
Now the love is turning into hate
I love my dad
But, I hate Mark
forty years transcend
evaporates in a trice
life suite an echo
Deep beneath the old oak tree
Past the backyard swing I oversee
A land so baron, where nothing grows
The land I can feel, it somehow knows
What's been buried there by one so cold
May his conscience plague him until he's old
A precious daughter, taken far too soon
She met a man, her heart did swoon
Until she discovered his hateful heart
She knew at once she must depart
Fearing for her life, she mustn't stay
He knew he'd never let her get away
So he took her life right then and there
Now she'd never leave him to go elsewhere
So he dug a grave where no one would see
I pray he pays dearly, for it happened to me.
The t.v. series,
A Little Princess,
reminds me
of my dad's gift
of a dark-haired
porcelain doll...
...I gave away
to compensate
for feeling spoiled
--that I begged
for her at all
Being a generous
gift-giver was one
of my dad's
main languages
of love
I hope even though
I've hardly kept
any of his gifts
he still cares--
up above
As she lay back on the bed
She gave herself away
With hands pinned to the bed
It was time to blow her mind away
In between the strokes she'd grasp for air
It's like she was drowning in the moment
Cause with every stroke she'd exclaim
And you could hear her call for her Savior
I don't know if she's that religious
Or its because I got her seeing heaven
Cause her head is in the clouds her eyes closed
And both her lips are moist and warm
The bed is steady with my flow
And all the sounds are slurping
And clapping of cheeks
And the room now wafts our passion
In between the sways of the hip
And the magical dance we've been into
We in flow that even if our phones ring
No one is picking cause we already tied up
When we both out of breath
She'll rest by my chest
And draw up how I made her feel in the inside
As she describes all the spots I hit right
And when the night slowly wanes away
We'd go a few more times
Till I put her to sleep when she smiles
Cause that's when I know she's had enough
The PO£T
I feel like am in a dark hole,
Being sucked in by her thoughts hovering in my head like a satellite in space.
I have found myself bound in a cobweb by her series of thoughts.
It’s clear when it comes to her, I have neurological weakness.
I don’t blame myself, she’s a nice piece of art and as a painter, and I know art when I see one.
Her thoughts are like tyres with treads leaving trails whenever we see each other.
If I could but forget your touch
Your embrace, so warm and tight
The way you sang, so sweetly much
And how your words lit up the night
If I could wipe your scent away
The taste of you upon my lips
And in silence the pleasures you lay
With all the memories I would skip
But still, the song of love you sang
Echoes deep within my soul
And though my heart may feel the pang
Of pain, it cannot let go
For every moment spent with you
Is etched forever in my mind
And though I try, I cannot do
Away with all the love I find
So I’ll embrace the memories, the pain and all,
For in them lies a beauty, a story to be told,
Of a love that once was, and still stands tall,
In the depths of my heart, forever bold.
…
Your smile shines bright
Fields can't contain its light
Miss it with every step
Longing for our chat, kept
Hellen, your name I say
In every statement, it stays
Title of love poems too
For it brings thoughts of you
My feelings for you unique
Unusual, hard to critique
Started as online friends
Now wishing for kidnapping trends
To be near you once more
As we were in days of yore
Hellen's love, what a wonder
My heart starts to ponder
The days we talked all night
Your presence, a guiding light
Oh, how I miss those times
Wishing for moments, so sublime
Your smile, Hellen's grace
Time with you, never a waste
My heart aches to see
The Hellen's love, just you and me.
©Otieno Elvis Gikoi
30LettersToHellenOfLove
ArtFromHeart
I am told that Time
are increments...the
happy man counts
his by kisses – a family
hour, a dream for the
thrifty~ wise, a short REM
seeming somehow linked
to greater eternity –
I am told that Time
is precious – or burden
to those without Power,
to those hungry –
alone as empty and sad
Time with God I've never
found wasted...
Though I've managed
good use of all these
Time away from you
has always been, pure hell....