I'm stuck in this rush hour traffic
when all i want to do is get home quick
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I wrote this on a bus ride through the city
An early morning excursion with no sleep
A chance encounter flooded by unknown
Original reference AM/PM 26 years ago
The gritty rhyme blindly spoke for itself
Like the back of a smoke-filled jazz club
Notes transporting me to another place
Destination decided with no destiny
For certain this was uncharted waters
A whispered verse beneath streetlights
Each syllable swaying with the potholes
Did I write this or did the city pen it?
Its pulse echoing in the hollow of my ribs
Doors hiss open stepping off into fog
A silhouette waiting for me at the curb
Eyes I’ve never met but already know
Together we disappeared into the abyss
It was Diwali, I was so excited to go see the fireworks with her
I wore yellow because that is her favourite color
We went to shop firecrackers and we couldn't wait for the sun to go down
I lit up the rockets and ran towards her
On the first boom of the firecracker, she shrieked of joy
And that day I saw the most vibrant shade of brown hazel eyes
Shining brighter than every light around us
She beholds cosmos in her shimmery lids
She looked at me and my heart ceased to exist for a second
And at 7.05 pm on a Diwali, I saw the light of my life in her eyes
Poetry positive
Migraine negative
12 minutes till 5:43 AM
: sec's, min's and hours later...? Ghosted me...sexting me ...texting me... XO? OX? Nah...
75 times, 69 times...I loved you...I adored you...You neglected me and abandoned me...I'm lonely now...somehow, I must move on - it's my vow! Bemused and bewildered...I'm so absurd...I'm like a free bird...out of HIS cage...out of HIS ribcage... I'M LIBERTY! I'm no longer captive in your chains of brains and hearts...burdened by YOU...He will see me throughout my trials and tribulations...amen...
My mouth coated with Coco bombs
Washed with vanilla cream
Taste buds scream, as if they are exploding
Flavor that melts on my tongue
And I haven't even added the sepia syrup
It turns my favorite cereal into delectable bonbon like bombs
No spoon is big enough for the mouthfuls I bite into
Thick servings TikTok dancing on my tongue
I love the African celebration
So, Coco Puff pass me a bowl
I want to taste these puppy love kisses every morning
p.s. but nothing is better than my favorite cereal at night...
Cresento Cantata
per favoreper favore continua a
notara il mio amore
per ta.....
forse ogni giorno
staremo insieme.....
il desideriod di
amare.....
desiderio di essere
amati.....
Vvoglia di stare
insieme.....
insieme nell' amore!
The white paint has long since
popped in the humid summer nights.
The cracks in the ceiling arrived
before your foot ever crossed
the soft threshold of this place in time
The black cloth of midnight draped on eight tired shoulders.
Together, ensconced in orange porch light
the quilted threads of your lives mesh together.
The warmth isn’t in the fabric,
it’s in the knowing look she passes you as you fail
to light your cigarette for the fourteenth time.
I, was created
by the dance of nostalgia and stupid pride
I, held captive by eyes
Pinned me down and shaped my style
I suit up and fade out
to a world of nothing
My pilot is on sick leave now
We're in the realm of nowhere
Just the music playing
To the rhythm of the ticking clock
When I close my eyes it's 10 pm, and it's too late to sing
From morning's light till evening's dark all in vain
I've grown old, I have no fight to redo my design
But what do I do when it's 10?
I, was altered
To the artless edible I used to hate
Days, fuse and collide
Yet I know I'm I, regardless of my hairstyle.
You think I'd be growing, overcoming
Yet I decay where no one sees me
With closed eyes, it's ten at night
Monotony repeats, again and again.
Too late for song, too late to dream,
It's ten at night
The heavens can’t admire themselves
The spotted clouds, and the opaque wavered clouds
Like a light glide of a brush.
Our Lord gifted us with round eyes
That reflect the heavens
And a mind to ponder all his leavened world
Those chutes of bark and bugs
Aren’t impressed by themselves;
Their flat or spiky leaves or truck wide trunk
That I need tools to fell.
The Almighty handed us fingers
To clench and sift and grip
And the air the flowers leaven
This concrete is flat and hard
I’m used to sitting here and becoming
Numb, in my rear,
While I spend my time like hard earned cash
To bask in what’s given free
If I had the courage maybe life would give me alternatives
It's a day under the night and it all makes sense so suddenly
I wish I knew this before crushing my destiny into pieces
I chose the edge of the sword and it's swallowing me whole
Please tell me it's all a dream that I will survive as soon as I wake up
My love is crushed and shadows cast upon me
I need a time machine an eraser of all my faults for the glory of me and the prosperity of my kind
The lords in heaven know the truth and they deserve the pain not me not me
dogs
sing love songs
10 pm
The real world
living in dystopia
what's truth-adjacent?
I
Many who heard of Nelson Mandela visited the country in which he (and I) were born. Today I posted about walking or wading through diapers, dog & human doodoo on our roads, many dirt roads, in Newtown, 5720, near Ft. Beaufort. Don't be whitewashed by Google maps & KFC signs.
II
Power was cut by provider Eskom at 11 am today. It's now 8 pm on Feb 2,:2022. Power has not been restored. The SABC Radio news said we can expect this "loadshedding" through the weekend, till Monday. Welcome to the new, new South Africa. But a great place to spread the light of Jesus & His Word. Shalom shalom & Anen
PM Boris Johnson wrestles with bad hair days, but he doesn't seem to care!
Would some kind soul lend the bloke a comb and brush to tame his tousled hair!
Very impressed with our PM acting so humbly
Proving to be a great leader of this fantastic country
Admired by many
Projects great envy
A model for the world to follow trustily
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