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Lisa Pensulu Poem
The fire that others fear
is the heat i long to bear...
I usually have despair
but anyway who cares??
This life cant be so fair
Everything is going wrong
and its kinda taking long.
I feel like an old worn out shoe
i am not very new. .
Its like am in the wrong place
and everything is happening in some
kind of race...
Keeping up with things today,
is harder than my words can say
for every time i think am strong
there i fall on many thorns...
and all i can tell me is that am
Human so i pick up my personal
pieces and rise again..
Life is like a maze
so i just sit here and gaze
i sit all by myself for no one can
understand better than i ..
Am amazed.....
Anyway, my wrist is the prisoner
holding in my life's blood.
I ponder the emptiness of my
own existence...
its like nobody loves me....
I must belong somewhere
i need to show who i really am
but mayne......
there's too many words i can't spell
my slick slippery heel is a banana peel
Maybe someday i will heal
from these feelings down here
No one will understand,
definitely not in this land....
Copyright © Lisa Pensulu | Year Posted 2015
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Lisa Pensulu Poem
The pain of looking in a mirror and seeing
a reflect that ought to be imperfect,
Lord it looks disturbing...
I cant even tell if the girl i see is me...
The shadows cloak my heart
They creep in from my past
The guilt, the pain, the shame and all those mistakes that turn out to be regrets...
But really that is just part of the start...
I contain only little charm
I give best the gift of harm
Maybe that's what it really is to be human.
This imperfection i cant equal
I could be rated evil,
But the blame cant be placed on my ego
Its because sometimes i just cant compare whats good from evil
I long to heal though
So u must know its perfection that i seek
I have been trying to fit in for ages
Flipping off the pages, am so tired of faking
I may flip, am a freak and i could be really creepy
But this girl is really me.....
You can either love me, or leave me,
I wont lose it because this is who i really am,
a perfection of imperfection.....
The perfection that i sought
Made me learn quite a lot,
i will never stay the same, yes i may not even win this game..
of being so perfect
But truth be told,
Av learnt that imperfection is where perfection lies....????????????
Copyright © Lisa Pensulu | Year Posted 2015
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Lisa Pensulu Poem
EXCESSIVELY ENOUGH
I must admit it took me quite some time and maybe too long to see and realise how much the world is wrong!
But now that I do,
I am never going to let anyone, anything or any situation pull me away from the fact that
I am *ENOUGH* and strong!
I am overly conceited,
The color of my skin is a perfect match for that of my brown eyes and my curly afro hair.
I am black and beautiful in every single way!
My smile is exactly how its supposed to be,
the size of my feet carries my body in the most beautiful way,
everything on my body is exactly how its supposed to be.
I am an open book, too emotional, artistic, triple competition for my fears, sarcastic and unbothered about anything that doesn't move me, mysterious and continuously looking for answers...
I am a thinker, I love hard, fall in too deep, patiently impatient, unashamed and not afraid of the truth.
Failed so many times but got back up again.
I am full of glitter but not make-believe to the fact that I sometimes glimmer,
I am restless and calm, forgiving and tolerant.
I am a woman, my heart is not hurt proof, been broken before and am not afraid.
I am going straight in, and leaving with a bang!
Without a doubt, I am overwhelming and protecting, sarcastic and caring, leaving no chance for failure.
I admit that I sometimes maybe most times self meditate with pain and tears, with pervading my life with solitude and aloneness. I get selfish with the love I have for myself...
I am a lover of darkness,
It brings out the sparkle from the stars up in the skies and a feeling of calmness. A mean cup of tea, someone staying up late with me to talk about real life situations, music and laughter.
I am young, wild and searching, broken and imperfect but completely beautiful and aware that...
I have been through it all and I am
EXCESSIVELY ENOUGH.
Copyright © Lisa Pensulu | Year Posted 2018
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When my inner self proved to be the worst enemy in the Grove...
I fell deeply in love with solitude
And found profound solace in silence.......
The world goes by as I weep,
In my sadness I lose them all..
My woe never needed and left unattended
but the full measure of my pleasure they seek....
My company they need....
Nature is my refuge as it taught me that I am my own man
and I stand alone in my own ground......
So serene and indifferent...
I fell in love with the quiet symphony of its beauty......
In solitude am struck with happiness for I laugh alone
and try to find a peace of mind as I preserve my soul from man's broken words and empty promises for something I deserve....
Serenity..
I find solace in darkness as I dance with the rags of dread.
In solitude, the silence of great love have I known,...
And I yearn deeply to appreciate it.
The silence that solitude brings is like belle......
Deep stillness pure of any sound,
The presence of great nothingness,
The sound of rest, expression of satisfaction and,...
The mystery never to be solved....
Oh how solitude pushes me to the slopes,
Tightens the ropes and feels me up with hopes....
It never felt right but it feels good.
Copyright © Lisa Pensulu | Year Posted 2018
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