Poetry

The Earth is Dying

Earth our great mother, For thousands of years you have been raising us to your arena. Though our lives are like candles in the Wind, through absurdity that fills your Surface.   Mother still your raining blessings overwhelm our desert, that we feed with joy…

Poetry

Our Guards

Long ago, we tend to be a happy society a society of great happiness a society of cool area a society of the Blacks a society of great influences.   Not until the Whites came, and make us apart thereby giving us another theory of…

Poetry

Wind’s War

A blustery day of early Fall, a war ‘between wind and trees The broganned breeze trumps boldly into strip the mottled leaves Its icy fingers grab and pull with swirling, gusty fists Coloured leaves before the storm of rain and sleeting mist.   As sharp…

Poetry

My Suitcase

I have been carrying this old suitcase for my entire life It is now a scarred and battered container of memories and reality Some might call it baggage, but it contains all that I am And each time I open it, I find the bits…

Poetry

The Fifth Plague

Darkness has formed a thick veil over our gazes Even gross darkness is glooming before our faces Like the atmosphere surrounding the earth she has surrounded our hearts Her irresistible enchantment has seized our sights like a masterpiece of art   Riding in her courts…

Poetry

I Dance

Do not be fooled when I dance Born  to survive I dance Born to resist I dance To feed on memories of conversations, moments lined with stars.. When emptiness invades my heart sinking with heavy dullness, I dance When keeping my head above the waters…

Poetry

How Do I Tell You Ma?

Ma, You say psychology was your favourite subject. Then why is that you fail to understand me? You ask me “What problems can you possibly have? You’re only seventeen” But how do I tell you Ma? How do I tell you about the high-functioning depression…

Poetry

Careless

For years, we smelled smoke. The facade was on fire, still measurements went un-taken. Flames carelessly set by those who ignited lives as if humans were candles. The bent spoons and broken bowls courted cracked cups? Many lessons floated yet the education was swatted away…

Poetry

I Will Stop Loving You

  When the sun doesn’t shine And dreams are no longer mine When hopes run out And volcanoes no longer shout When all the oceans become dry And you count all the stars in the sky When all the trees’ leaves wither And the earth…