My love for poetry dates as far back as my late school days, Sometime when school was over and done with, i ran into a poetry book that had most of the material i read in school, i started reading them all over again on a regular basis.
They had a way of evoking emotion in me, Some excitement if i can call it that.Still at that point in time it didn't cross my mind that i wuould write poems as well i.e.until the day i broke up with the love of my life.
i suffered from insomnia and was deeply wounded, i needed someone to talk to just to axpress how i felt.
i resorted to pen and paper and never looked back since then...
On an uphill road ahead
gawking at me,
A few twists and turns
lay inaudibly.
...
i toddle about like a captive...like a prisoner enslaved by words in my heart i walk around pacing back and forth...Sentences and paragraphs seeking to manifest themselves confine me to a chair with my now bowed head...running my eyes in the pages that are instruments in my creativeness,
To the rhythm that only i can hear, A pen dances like emotions within me,
Bouncing up an down......Tapping And twirling round and round....
Then i raise my head in celebration of liberty....free...i am free from all that's within me,
...
You love me like a dream come true, You sing me like a brand new song that's never
been sung before,
You play me like a symphony, Know me like you made me,
You hold me in your arms and feel my vulnerability and fragileness, You handle me with care,
...
You turn and step away,
Walk out and forsake me,
You steal my heart like sunset
sinking into the mountains.
...
Can i lay here beside you and feel the warmth
of your body all up against mine...? ,
Can i rub your shoulder all the way down,
line up our hands and feel your heartbeat
...