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Melisa Moyo Poem
Naked copulation embedded this one,
Before one imagined or everyone,
When the night was mostly savaged
And the light was damaged bandaged.
Blessed where the ones given a son,
Under a circular, an heir on the run
A sun that insist to be the only to shine
Transcended moves, in their eyes he always was in line.
Of everything, in anything, blood gun
Penetrated melanin, anger that weighs a ton
Ravaged a girl’s heart from denied love
Her blood covered her mind with a glove.
Energy exerted on her could no more stun
A winding period of torture, a moment for fun
A hiding when demur to a marital agreement
Denied knowledge, freedom of expression and all for her that was meant.
Sunk in thoughts, caged panther, her time held for someone
Caged panther, I became, with a slow motion that took a spun
I escaped the last days of inbound hostage, mind muscled and heart footed
My own family had a vision of my success, from the start, booted.
Copyright © Melisa Moyo | Year Posted 2016
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Melisa Moyo Poem
Your typical cerebrum below reasoning,
Intriguers my gray matter without questioning
While the white matted and mutating to black,
Tissues, I can never use to wipe away my tears.
Your cerebellum activate optimum hatred
Credits my connective tissues with a damaged elastin
The dominant recession of synapses executes work of neurons
Your phenomenal mind associates its knowledge of me with the phenotype
Opposed to the responsibility of a trait, invisibly to sights…
My typical medulla oblongata,
Grasp of its response is between your manhood
From your actions, admirable food
Yet I still insist for us to reach the end
The ultimatum I can’t even comprehend
Infatuated with anger from what you still condescend
And my request remain naked my friend,
Let this lust end.
Let this end,
For your cerebrum to reason with your effects
For my lobes and involuntary doings to suit my emotions
For your thoughts to know me no more
For my heart to love you no more
To make these the last days of my fun,
The final introspection, last days.
Copyright © Melisa Moyo | Year Posted 2016
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Melisa Moyo Poem
How dim and doomed my mind is
When I try to explain my disorder to own self and others,
Just as much as I hope to tighten up the loose balls
And invite the dead into my home, I can’t.
I can’t do anything much except what I can’t explain to you.
It tells me aggressively like I’ve been deaf since I ever gave in to thinking, to the world
“Stay away from me!” it says, “leave me lonely in my soul for my want,
Incline your poisonous superficies to eliminate me, this is who I am!”
Can’t you tell? My caring and love crucifies me with no patience,
It reminds the crying kid sat underneath the brain protector how anxiety forgets she lives,
Sat there lonely with scars, bleeding eyes and forgets life
How this has become the daily course of the grand part…
I can’t explain to you how I feel nor to me,
My undying memories behold the theme of my confused situation
And all I know is I will be fine trying to be okay.
Copyright © Melisa Moyo | Year Posted 2016
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Melisa Moyo Poem
The ones that pretend to love and care
The intruders to my thoughts as considerate humans
Invaded to my emotions and I was blinded to think they care,
The ones that pretend and still pretends.
How does your mind work when you see me?
Does it remind you of a dying soul waiting to be revived by your breath?
Do you pretend only in my presence or in my mind’s absence?
Truth be told, I fail my mind when I’m beneath your look,
It influence my strength with evil and only evil strength
Weakness is nothing to me without you,
My weakness is everything your hands do on my body,
Yes, weakness is nothing to me without you.
Wonders and wishes are the things of my past,
Imagine me wonder how you feel when I cross your mind,
Imagine me wishing the weal of feelings will never matter to me,
Wishing I never laid with you at once?
No! My choices does not make part of regrets,
With your simple sight that embark anger in me, beholds care aside
Why I gather you as “intruders” is simple as my feelings are to you,
You are twice, including the slice you feed me when I am aroused,
You both take part in my emotions made of the Affective part of my mind
One minute you all in, the tempo of your urge to be in me is of light
Then the next minute you brush your images with your lover in my face, indirectly
What do I expect my emotions to act and react?
Should I respect the fact that your act is not tact to the impact it had on me?
What I mean is the effect of your touch wrecked my pride too,
YES! I feel for you, two
My compensated heart intimidated by the counterfeit saying,
I care.
Copyright © Melisa Moyo | Year Posted 2016
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