It’s a garden of roses
Sweet sweet smells of Jasmine and lavender
It never rains,
it never pours
it drizzles patiently
It drizzles romantically
I have my garden
I have my Eden
Red roses smile at me
Beautiful birds sing melodiously
I lighten up like a further
Gentle winds whistles me to the 9th cloud
Exotically I float aimlessly
It must be love
It must be love
It is love
The drizzle is thicker
It’s rains, it hails
it thunders
It hissed
It cracked
It truck................
Suddenly silence
The sun has gone off
It’s hot, it burning
It hurts so bad
I can’t take it
I’m broken, I’m hurt , I’m stunned
The roses are Welty
Lilies are dry
Jasmine and lavender
Smell like ashes
It hurts , it burns
The rain that gave me life
has taken a life
This is my official farewell
My goodbye to my
My Benjamin my Eden
RIP Benjamin my love
Death do not be proud
By Odeline Chigwedere
He fiddled
with his foreskin,
pulling the taunts over
The tip of his nose,
it still stung, from when
Gary Mother****in' Jackson
(a strapping lad who insisted
this should have been his middle
name, after taking up a pool
job one summer)
Had pushed him, rather
abruptly into the bushes,
and those branches
Feeling like hands, poked
and prodded into the depth's
of his skin and he'd walked
Through that day, red and
welty, like an overgrown zit.
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