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#The_girl_I_love_is_gone
she took her whole along, all sense and familiarity that gave clarity to my whole, this absence so devastating, my existence inbalanced, crums of her atmosphere painted my peace and happiness with colourless marks, a traumatic reminder of broken shells which once served as pillar that kept th sane in me
tormenting when now my eyes are only thing that connects our memories, for both hands and abstract link of heart and soul frequencies, she has amputated in me, wishes and hopes my mind murded for they ceased value with her departure
feeling which just had to switch lanes and learn to ride solo, that her directioned-creative-smile, which only her activated, watchd tossed aside by permanent frown and now my soul walks in the far distances and wildest reach just by its self, though it hurts, her part in my tale was meant to last until there,so as her presence and familiarity
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Copyright © Poetic Ink MorepjeKO | Year Posted 2024
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#The_void
You don't know how I feel right now, you might as well take the gun and start shooting at me, tip toeing, tale chasing ain't my thing, I'm just in void, I stuck in this absence, your absence from me
everything around me reminds me of you, everything I touch, I look at, I just see you here and there, your presence is everywhere and in everything I do and say, found myself calling your name and realised you are not here to answer, but this void
Pinch me and tell me this ain't a dream, a nightmare I say, found myself back chatting, scolding myself for being here when you are that away from here, say I'm losing my mind, If not myself in this void
Please get here before I lose what I can't afford to lose , maybe you will find a shell of me, dried up and hopeless to resuscitate, nothing left of me, to find
My crime was, falling, falling with my whole and now I'm losing a piece of me daily, with every day you are not here by my side, get back here before this void grows gigantic and becomes impossible to contain further
I need you here, right now, to pull me out of my longing, thought I could sustain my endurance of waiting but it seems I'm cheating myself coz I'm literally, if not constantly and blatantly failing
Rescue me from myself, for you made me realize my deepest fear, fact that I can't live without you, this void keeps taking and taking away from me, If not me holistically, my courage my firmness and quickly swifting off from fingers, the person I thought I was
Maybe I'm becoming weak, my deepest fear, you being my weakness, rush here before I lose my worst, the ability to stand my ground, this void is taking a toll on me, please fill this void
#Poetic_ink
Copyright © Poetic Ink MorepjeKO | Year Posted 2023
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In my hand the ink drips, commotional emotions at large , patches has failed. Nails and swords, pierce the hearing ear, fussed drops of lethal dose, push me to the edge, for adrenaline chokes my conscience, lead tracks, perforation of daunted untrampled dark corners of my mind, diffuse me from this dungeons, let the near and afar witness and preserve my presence for days have surpassed other unrecorded,
I'm poetic ink, unleash and infiltrate the soul for the present to inherit the marks, was just an ink, they said, a Lil to their knowledge, it's a force to be reckoned with, if today imparts none, Tommorow might be in vain, shallow and void, the ink drips, feed the soul for the mind is unguided and clouded by rage, assert the uncertain, pull me closer for the desire is ravenous.
Hand me the cannon, mass distraction at need, I blow the missiles my presence is not for the immediate but the wild and beastly, human essence at awe, look and listen, read and understand, this ink echoes, wisdom and intellectual, breed the inbred,
my crime would not go unpunished, spilling the ink is my servitude, don't wanna account for my silence, for I'm delegated, to empty this ink before my return, dust to dust, ash to ashes, none must pass here before bowing and acknowledging the spillage
#Poetic_Ink
Copyright © Poetic Ink MorepjeKO | Year Posted 2023
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#If_I_had_known
Known that you were leaving, leaving to never come back anymore, leaving to a place where no one can reach, to a place where no visitors are allowed. Known that it was the last laugh you lighten my face with, known that you embraced me for the last time, that it was the last time I heard you voice calling my name
Less did I know, that was the last, your last, my last too. Only if I had known, but nature chose to stay idle for me to live in hope, hopping for more of your voice, your touch, your laughter and worst, your coming back, only if I had known. I wouldn't be in this unending pain, I wouldn't be dying this much inside, for longing and expecting, expecting for your return, for just a minute of you, just to say my proper fairwells, maybe at least three words "I love you" just to comfort me, to be at peace
But I had not known and this pains more than your loss. The thought of you when all the world around me starts to crumble, and walls of life shutting down on me, when pain takes its best shot at me, when life start punching me from every angle, when endurance in me depletes, I look to your usual sitting for your superhuman rescue but until my conscious make peace with this dismay, I think hell raging flames are better than the spot my heart is standing on, right now. Only if I known
Known that was your last, a last of me you have taken for nothing has ever been the same and surely feels like ever will it ever be, known that you were not passing by as usual but this time around you were going, leaving, leaving me behind, maybe I would have left alongside with you, just to at least be in the same space with you, for I surely feel alien here right now, nothing familiar and hopeful exist here, I ask why but pain and tears always respond, instead of you
If I had known, at least I would have prepared my heart to live with it, if I had known at least I would have changed my life plans where you are just the bigger picture in every part, but now the spaces reserved for you are way too big to be patched and that just ruins the art I had envisioned my whole life with you, maybe the art is never gonna be complete for no one can just fill your part, for no one can ever be you
If I had known, I wouldn't be crying this much, I wouldn't be blaming myself and God this much, I wouldn't be asking myself these pain evoking questions, I wouldn't be sitting here bloated with these heart piercing expectations but that was God decision and timing
Copyright © Poetic Ink MorepjeKO | Year Posted 2024
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#Counting!
Caught between numbers, days and emotions, strangled in this corner of the unknown, don't know what to count or how to count, should I be counting with my fingers or my imagination, for images in my mind are blurry and fades before they could form clear indication, I wanna hope but anything can happen, I wanna smile but fear of the unknown reserves me, maybe I'm stuck, maybe I'm floating, maybe I'm just out of timing, maybe I should breath, relax and let nature take its course.
Get a little closer, listen as my heart beat, beat with uncertainty, the end of the tunnel look way far, maybe I'm impatient, maybe I have waited way too long, maybe I'm out of shape, for it be long since I was part of this waiting and expecting
Wanna breath, wanna sigh maybe create more space in my lungs, clear thoughts, clear spirit , maybe full body and soul cleansing is what I need right now, to stand on guard for the unprecedented,
Maybe I should start counting the stars, hope I don't finish them and start recounting, before the unknown reach my shores, maybe I should kneel pray, maybe by luck my expectations would be before me before I can say my Amen, maybe I should take a walk and maybe by luck, would meet my expectations before I got tired from walking, if not counting
Maybe I should just continue counting, count until numbers make no sense at all, count until there be nothing in this earth to quantify, maybe I'm just a counter caught in wrong streams of life, I wanna stop counting but my heart says the opposite, I wanna give up but in my hunch says not yet, I wanna count, count and count more now than ever, please don't stop me from my counting, I am counting , counting the unknown for the unknown, I'm counting
#Poetic_Ink
Copyright © Poetic Ink MorepjeKO | Year Posted 2024
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#The_song_in_my_heart
Jingle bells serinates, soothing my soul, flowers in my heart compete to colour my spirit with their joy illuminating colours and elegant shapes, a poem I have long been meaning to write, which words got lost in gravity, unwrapping inside my heart
trance of shivers down my spine, makes butterflies in my stomach run amok, the twinkling, like fairies in Disney world, painting masterpieces of joy and art in my brain, with their pure furs and feathers
Milk and honey flows in my veins and arteries, triple echoes in my heart, the colourful life giving december blue and white butterflies, dancing side by side with happy song signing birds, dropping a basket of peace and tranquility to my heart door
My smile opens a window of crystal sparkles brewing inside me, the joy light blurs the galaxy, been sad way too long, its time I ascend and own my joyful throne, set my self gratifying selfish rules, to love and be loved unconditionally
Serinaters, dancers and masqueraders paint and fill this world with art, sing songs of love and happiness, paint artifacts of hope and peace, dance like heaven on earth, the song in my heart, continue playing, distraughted souls, tilted hearts, ravished minds come a little closer and listen to heal, to the song in my heart
#Poetic_Ink
Copyright © Poetic Ink MorepjeKO | Year Posted 2024
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#African_melanin
From a distance, I was captured, in me a flame lit, curiosity stroke my urge, in my body, suspense strangled me, dying of heat, waiting to be quenched of my yearned thirst,
a chocolate pigment, velvet and silk in one cloth,
I see what nature never allowed me glimpse into, maybe I lived in denial, for I chose not to go for dark skinned, until I couldn't balance myself anymore in this frame that carries my skin, African melanin
I call for the old and wise, something in me was never aligned well from my infancy, I need African roots in me to be transparent now, my story acquires undiscovered tracks, I'm in African eyes, feel found, I didn't know I was lost, hear my bones stretching, awakening the Africa in me, African melanin
I stare not behind, for I'm inevitably fixed to what's in front of me, a focus with my heart long missing puzzles, I wanna say Africa in you I was discovered but this African royalty before me, chokes expressions out of my mind, a melanin,
one day this world shall meet you and see why I couldn't name you, I fear for the eye which shall discover this treasures wrapped inside your melanin, I fear for the heart which shall fall from your beauty edges,
maybe I'm just a coward that fear has found hiding spot in but I'm certain of my discoveries, your queer rarity,
mesmerized with echoes, my pulse lose its skipping turns, please catch me, before I lose even my mind too, inside this maze of your melanin, African melanin
Copyright © Poetic Ink MorepjeKO | Year Posted 2024
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#I'm_not_perfect_but_I'm_worth_it
I'm not perfect but I'm worth it, I'm working on it, I go up, I go down, through your eyes, I see my picture, your soul perfected, believe you me, I'm trying to fit in, but demons in my spirit wakes me at night, commanding me to stray, you don't know my internal battles, I'm at war with myself
Maybe I'm still resistant to accept that you are now part of me, still holding tight to my longly fate, maybe it was planted so deep, with it's roots still echoing to cores of my soul, maybe I'm afraid to let go off my demons and let your halo cleanse me
I'm far from perfection, lean closer and see how dedicated I'm trying to dismantle the walls chocking my freedom to let in, to accepting change and being one with it
No day goes by, without strangling my self to sleep, when how hard I try to be the projected light your eyes, reflects of me, it's not easy believe you me, I turn restless through the night, bashing my flaws
I fear, this golden moment with you might slip through my fingers before I win this battle in me, but believe you me I'm putting the effort and hours to walk with clear mind into our new bond
Wish you would try to listen with purpose, and hold my hand and assure me that we will fight this together, and hear you say perfect doesn't exist for to be human is to err
Wish you bear with me, as I untangle off my demons, my fears and insecurities, wish you not only understand but assure me that we are in this together, come what may
I'm not perfect but I know there's more good in me than my imperfections, and you too knows that, me taking ownerships of my flaws, it's me with one leg on the staircase to fixing myself, please don't bash me for acknowledging my flaws
I'm not perfect but worth it, I wear my flaws like crown on head, wish life came with manual to nevigate better, maybe I would align with every box in your wish list, a perfect version of me. Allow me to be your Rome, and try to build me each day, I'm fragile, I'm not perfect but I'm worth it
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Copyright © Poetic Ink MorepjeKO | Year Posted 2023
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#I_miss_us
In this maze, you've left me, I'm now stuck, holding tight to your warm moist palms touch in my hand, something that keep my hope intact that you will some day come back, not only to me but for me. Something is out of nature here, sure feels like my second soul has been raffled out of my body, I'm lingering in tatters, hiccups keeps me awake, day and night. Only if I could see your face, maybe I will find peace if not healing, for I'm missing
Miss our late night chats, our silly jokes sharing, our serious mode turns, as we flip reality from fantasies, I miss us, something close to my heart, wish you could come back just to see how in ruins I am and how much of an emotional mess I have become, since you left. Fear I'd leave here before you return, for nothing much of me is left here, you took everything with you, my smile, my peace and part of my heart and soul, please come back , I too wanna come back to myself, I'm missing
Miss your chuckles, that whistle blowing voice, which continuously ushers glitters to my heart, I miss holding your tiny unblemished hands, for I felt home, safe in them. Miss that soft releasing tone, that takes away all my worries of the world and mesmerizes me only to you, a fairy in my mind, miss escaping into your untrampled snow white eyes, miss getting lost wishing not to come back to reality for you purity was my safe haven
Miss everything about you, from toe to skull, your inner beauty, your silky smooth skin, that constantly swapp my sane frequencies and energy, miss being in your mess of unfigured out ways to tender me, I miss hearing your voice, starring deep into your eyes like star gazing at night, I miss all tiny lil silly acts we do together, caring free of the world and it's rules of nature, I am missing, missing you, I miss us
#Poetic_Ink
Copyright © Poetic Ink MorepjeKO | Year Posted 2024
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#The_writings_are_on_the_wall
How do I turn my heart back on, how do I shut my eyes on you, when all I have to live for is only you, how do I sleep when you are not well, how do I smile when your eyes are teary, how do I live, when you are nowhere near me, how do I breath in your absentia, when the world suffocate me beyond my endurance, where should I go when to you is where I'm constantly led to, where do I hide, when your shadow spooks me, how do I unshackle myself from you, when you are always everywhere, and in everything I see and touch, who do I become when you are map my life navigates on,
When distances shuts us apart, when the world is busy pulling us sideways, when after all the fighting and temporary rejections still in my tattered emotions, walking back constantly to where you are, where do I go to heal, when you constantly have stabbed hope lifeless out of my heart, where do I go for the writings are on the wall,
Where do I go, where do I hide, where should I confine to, when I'm welded to your destiny, how do I breath when my lungs have shed the last of its least, when my body has lost the last drip of blood fighting for you, where do I go when all I'm left with being shelves of strength lost in trying to make you understand, to show you the writings on the wall, where do I go when I'm stripped of my pride, dignity, loosing myself to prove a point to you, where do I go when my efforts are shed in vain, when beyond hopless my emotions have dried to, where do I go when the writings on the wall blocks me from seeing beyond you, from thinking beyond you, from hopping beyond you, where do I go when all I have is you
Where do I go, when the writings on the wall haunts me day and night and everywhere and in everything I do, where do I go, with this chain on my soul, constantly reminding of the writings on the wall
For you, I will risked it all, when life is ebbed out of me, my world shattering, for you I will drop in my last breath on your feet, for the writings on the wall are me and you and no one else, the writings on the wall
#Poetic_Ink
Copyright © Poetic Ink MorepjeKO | Year Posted 2024
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