Miraquill
Loneliness
As the sun goes down
Falling asleep behind the strong trees
Standing as soldiers in an unmoving row
I sit on our favorite spot
Scanning the horizons of loneliness.
Remembering how it was your custom
To fall asleep with your head on my chest
While I stroke my fingers
Through your long black silky hair
How did I let you slip out of my grasp?
Why did I think I could do without you?
Yes! I said I'll be fine without you
But I know that it is false.
My heart races at every thought of you
For the record, it races 24hours everyday
So much that it lost its fitness
Lover! Come back to me
Let me hold your hand as we watch the sun
Rest her chin right behind her favorite soldiers
Stay here with me
Wrapped in my embrace.
©tea_diva
tea_diva
lover, believer, encourager.....
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My lot of the world's perversion
"If you are kind, people will accuse you of selfish ulterior motives. Be kind anyway"
How the world has become perverted
So perverted that even when you are sincere
No one gives you their trust.
We say "trust no one!"
We claim "everyone is the same"
"Each fighting for his own belly".
But kind people do exist.
Their kindness, shadowed by the distrust of men.
We can't be friends with whom we want
Because they are scared to trust us
Even when we had agreed to terms and conditions,
They are scared that we'd breach it
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Sexual purity
Forget it!
It's old-fashioned!
I mean, no one thinks sexual purity in this century.
Wake up buddy!
There's plenty of things to enjoy
Outside this thing you rant about.
Enjoy your youth while it lasts
No!
It's a poison! A delicious one.
My mind is made.
I won't lick the hot soup in haste
I can't afford to lose my tongue
Call me old-schooled or archaic
Ain't going back
WSPD
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Sleep
Career says keep running,
Profession: don't stop aiming!
Even as I stare at the books,
I just wish I could embrace you.
Oh! How I love you
To have always in my bosom!
Do we have to wait till dark
Before your subtle touch caress my cheek?
Even when you come at night,
I can't dare to have all of you
Cos there's candle to burn
And books to churn.
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tea_diva
194w
Nature's ode to civilization
(I miss myself before man)
The sun, yellow and smiling;
Seas, blue and serene;
Plants green with a touch of their flowery colors;
Clouds, gathering and the beautiful rainbow!
Everything left since man came to be.
I longed to have man,
Hoping he'd enhance my beauty.
Instead, he kills me bits by bit.
Man, filled with joy for his innovations;
I weep, knowing that it is my destruction.
Roads and houses, bridges and highways;
All used to be colorful fields.
But now they spew sorrow and destruction.
What shall I do?
I am dying in the hands of man whom I loved.
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tea_diva
194w
The Sunflower
What words would suit,
Which description is fit
For the sun, yellow and smiling
Seducing the sunflower to be so loving?
Oh! Love! The one who teaches the flower meekness
To meekly turn towards the sun's Highness
Following all of her movements.
And ignoring other's comments
Awaiting the sun, she faces the east
Singing praises that the sun's not a beast.
At the slightest drop, cries with gloom
Forgetting that both the water and the sun are needed for her to bloom.
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I WAS.
Is anybody gonna help me find me?
I'm lost within myself!
There used to be sugar in the tea
And books on the shelf
Yes! I was
Now! I'm lost
Identity cards in my purse
But its all past
I was!
There used to be a me
Firm in words
Certain in actions
Sure in decisions
Now, I'm shaken and unsure
Overwhelmed with fear
Where am I?
I need to find me....
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Why me?
All that glitters is not gold? Well, at least they glitter what about those that don’t glitter at all?
I once heard someone say ‘what you have others are praying for it and what you’re praying for others have’.
Here’s me, a secondary school drop-out. It’s not the end of life? I’m not the first? Yes, I agree. My mother couldn’t afford my fees and upkeep after sss1 when we lost my dad to the cold hands of death. Different banks came to inform us of the things dad used as collateral with them. The only things we thought we had were taken over by the banks. Now, at fifteen I’m carrying a baby whose father I don’t even know. I was promiscuous? No! I’m just one of the unlucky victims of teenage rape.
As the only child of my mum and late father I have to fend for a pregnant me, and my sick mother. And someone said I should be thankful. For what?
Since some people are praying for the baby why can’t they just be the ones carrying it? Why me?
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tea_diva
217w
Age.
You are old enough to do this.
Aren't you too old for that?
You can't do this yet
You're to young to make such decision.
Isn't age just a number?
I'm not too young or old
I can do anything when I want to
Why is there an expectation on every of our age?
Is there an age restriction for death?
If there is, maybe we really should be age-restricted
But there isn't! So give me space.
I really want to do things at my pace.
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tea_diva
217w
I won't.
Neither because of your charm
They say charm is deceitful.
Nor for your pleasing face
Beauty could fade
Neither because you are rich
What effect has money on the soul?
Nor for your amazing musculature
Couldn't any idiot go to the gym?
Neither because you are famous
There's a million other famous men.
Nor for your quaint humour
I could always listen to a comedian.
Even if the world thinks we're compatible
They could say you were made for me
Or that I was made for you.
For none of these will I marry you!
Only for the genuineness of our love.
Only if we find our love in Christ
And Christ finds His love in us
Then, will I marry you.
©tea_diva
