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Kajika Fowling Poem
Swim
Eat.....poop
Poop.....float
Float some more
Sigh....stare
Bubbles.....stare
Smile.....I farted
Float
Copyright © Kajika Fowling | Year Posted 2014
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Kajika Fowling Poem
There's a man and his shadow
They only lived for each other
Not a single person other
They did everything together
No matter the weather
Until the day he was dead
The man's best friend
The only person that he ever needed
Just an image in his head
There was a man and his shadow
Copyright © Kajika Fowling | Year Posted 2014
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Kajika Fowling Poem
The lady walks away
With thoughts clogged of grey
She couldn't stand there any longer
Watching him go underground
It was dead scilent, not a sound
His motionless body on his death bed
She cried tears of death and sorrow
Knowing for him, there is no tommorow
Her love thrown away like nothing
No one knew who she was
Because she had only met him the other day
when they fell in love at first sight
The bullet that once saved her
Killed her first love, in a shock and a blur
He bled out and died in her arms
Why didn't things work out that day?
Why did things end up that way?
She walked away, a lady dressed in black
Copyright © Kajika Fowling | Year Posted 2014
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Kajika Fowling Poem
I can't breathe
someone sewed up my throat
I can't breathe
someone zipped my lungs
I can't breathe
When people prefer others
The truth is I hate hanging around
this person who had the same name as me
Not just that
I hate how she is able to better represent the name that I was also given
she is the one people prefer, the one people call to
I am not able to live up to my name
I am not able to live up to my title like she is
And when I express these feelings of despair
only one person concerned themselves with me
They handed me a hand full of Cheetos
She told me not to be sad
But I wasn't sad at all
I figured I was more jealous than sad
I pondered further into thought
If she was able to live up to her title better than me
Than what am I suppose to do to live up to mine
It could be my misconception
I could have just deluded my perception of my self identity
I realized what made me unique
was no longer valid
my mind turned into a whirl pool of confusion
I was to find a new definition for who I was
I was to go on a journey on my own
I believe we all go through this journey
The journey through the mirror
To meet the ones we were suppose to be
Copyright © Kajika Fowling | Year Posted 2015
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Kajika Fowling Poem
Player one ended his game
Chose to play a different game
It was titled Life
Copyright © Kajika Fowling | Year Posted 2015
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