Stories We Never Tell At Home
I'd tell you this,
Judge me not.
I got her pregnant and
we aborted it.
I'd prefer to call it
A Miscarriage.
'Cause I miscarried her.
And I touched her
in every wrong way.
It wasn't much of a sunny day.
I did what would have been right
if I did it at the right time
or in the right way.
Or maybe time and manner determines good and bad.
We never tell stories of
how we went for lessons not for the
ones to be learnt on the black
Board or the White Board;
But the ones we did on the field.
Like how to dribble the ball and pass;
How you should score the goal with a glance;
How to move the ball in sweet romance;
Like how you should kick the ball
With the side of your foot
Else you'll get her pregnant -
Like I did...
We aborted it.
We played it till it burst .
Funny how we all paid
for the abortion.
© Smarnuel 🌚-
HATE
That feeling from within
Rising from men's heart
Hate's cure can no man redeem
Until He breaks man apart
He pierces the heart like a dart
He rises like steam
To force men apart
Fulfilling His great scheme
I watched and I cried
As I saw him reform men's hearts
I watched as men took to his side
And enjoyed tearing themselves apart
Disgusted I noticed my sweetheart
The love in her I can't redeem
Once again Hate has pierced my heart
Fulfilling his great scheme
I cried till I had sores
For all in me was breaking
And as I thought it could not get worse
Hate said that I was joking
His voice was anger invoking
I wished I could see love just a gleam
The bitterness in me was evoking
Fulfilling his great scheme
Now my pen is filled with my blood
Writing in red as it would seem
As Hate hits me with a spud
Fulfilling his great scheme
©STAR-
Unending love
As to some people, true love does not exist because they have suffered while searching for true love but I have found love in you and it burns like an inferno
© Riggardoski
Within the confines of my heart, I'll hide this flame that burns for you,
until the passion we impart becomes a fire of love that's true.
© 'Enny the writer'
Your gentle spirit heals my soul and mends the rip from darker days.
Your brilliant light, which gained control has cut through my life's ebon haze.
© 'Enny the writer'
I have lived decades over decades and I know what it means to love and to be loved as this is the greatest of all commandments
© Riggardoski
A friendship bond we can't deny developed from a longing need.
The want for rapture's lullaby has planted fervor's growing seed.
© 'Enny the writer'-
A Story of Stories
Of Kids
Whose legs massaged the streets
As buckets of bottled water in turn
Hugged their poorly kept heads
Of Kids
Who ran sprints not in inter-house sports
But on tarred roads, on the highway
With happy gloomy faces, gladly sad
Of Kids
Who romanced the cars' body parts to make sales
And raced not with mates but vehicles
With the car horn as the whistle
Of Kids who shook hands only to give sales change
And pray change even in their tender age
© Smarnuel 🌚
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A Glass of Wine with Mine
Finding my place on the seat of fantasy
Holding a half-empty glass of enthusiasm
I clashed my glass with that of
A figure I created in my creative mind
She beamed a smile as bright
As the rawest form of light
Slowly the curves of my lips
Raised high as much as my hopes
Abruptly, my eyes got soaked in
Fake real emotions and affection
As I felt the touch of love
Romance my hands into more of illusion
Finally, I felt my lips move closer
To the pillows as I pecked it into consciousness
© Smarnuel 🌚-
Redemption's Hill
Does redemption own the hill
Or just sits on it 'cause he's ill?
You need to climb up to see him
You won't just by singing hymn
If the hill is made of earth
Here is where you need your sweat
Won't the hill, your sweat wear away
If you climb so hard on your way?
© Smarnuel 🌚-
Just Smile
Tears leave its drops
A smile splashes no saliva
Do we call eye lips lids
And mouth lids lips?
Don't you see the eyes drop the tears
And the lips mutter the cry?
Why should lips soaked in tear drops
Smile for the camera with goosebumps?
What if the eye is an imbecile
And droops its saliva as tears?
Who knows if the smile is a well
That fails to give out water?
So if tears from the eyes make an ocean
Won't a smile form a boat?
Why not escape from sorrow
And just smile.
© Smarnuel 🌚
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Where there is book, there is death.
A coffin is made of wood
So is a book made from timber
And a coffin houses the dead
But a book in itself kills
The blade of each page
Pierces through and through
Killing over and over again
Leaving the dead on it to decay
Ignorance sits on the book cover
Praying it is never opened
For whenever it is
His skeleton is spread through the pages
Where there is book, there's knowledge, so death
For knowledge slays ignorance
© Smarnuel 🌚-
Black African Beauty
Beauty marked dark in black
Even pupils, black sit on the sclera, white
Right inside the eyes, controls the light
Black, the pride of vision
A black rose was woven into a face
And the face blessed with a smile
Hiding all the pains that comes
With being differently beautiful
All seen outside, black and dark
But within, pure as snow beyond every scar and mark
© Smarnuel 🌚-
Bought Sisterhood with Friendship
In half a decade
A friend forever I've made
A second hug for each word we've talked
Will have us together, forever locked
She could give birth to Jesus for He lives in her
Caring and attentive plus her being spiritual
Manipulated distance to serve as a link
Not a time you weren't there I can ink
Vibes on vibes, my burdens on her
Not found someone better, my secret keeper
So many beautiful colours, favourite, blue
Gladly, so many blessings on the queue
The times drops rolled off eyes
You're never cold, not as ice
The moments we had to fight
We made way for more light
Spared a piece of your heart, this you burnt
All because I needed some warmth
© Smarnuel 🌚-