For the Innocent people
who were murdered for
nothing; helplessly and
unarmed.
...
O soldier I recall by his actions,
Character, words, and reactions
That weren't endurable
For a kid, but that made me able.
...
In next life, I wilt own thou.
Echoes of his whistle
Screams like a whisper
That left me in the cage
...
I'll lie in my bed
And freeze as my eyes get closed;
Not sleeping but dead.
Your tears will be hot, then cold.
...
There was a tall lady named Hayes,
Who used to say "all men are dogs"
And one day her friend, Maddy
Told her: "go, shush your Daddy!
...
And when I smell the fire
A bunch of worries
Reminds me of foes;
Persistent like a stain.
...
Whenever I lose or fail,
I fret and think that I'm frail:
A swinging paper on the nail.
...
Boring thoughts—
Replaced your bliss,
And the peace of mind;
Initiating prolonged—
...
Physical or mental ability;
One that gives strength for—
Working and achieving tasks,
Enhancing one's confidence,
...
Good morning, cutie.
Have you seen butterflies—
In your dreams at night?
You must have been busy,
...
Would you do it for me?
To take away my angst,
To stop my depression,
To keep me from anxiety;
...
You know nothing,
Nothing about you;
About your presence—
in my life, do you?
...
Pacifique Niyitanga is a passionate screenwriter who puts his family first. He lives in the world of fiction, where write-ups rule. He is a veteran poet who is married to creative writing, and his kids are rhymes and acrostic lines.)
Still You
Hi, are you okay?
I pray you be fine
And get blessings,
All from God.
You're still pretty?
I hope you are, and
You can smile, sing,
and dance at night.
Do you remember?
Me and the old you,
Our moves, my jokes
And your laughter.
Do you sleep at night?
Like you used to, with—
your arms spread out
And talk from dreams.
Can you wink now?
I still remember you,
Your eyes off glasses,
And your tomatoes.
Tell me, can you play?
Cards or crosswords,
Or find the difference
In the pictures.
You still eat or drink?
Is tofu still delicious,
Or your throat can't—
Sound as it used to.
Do you even know?
That I kiss and cuddle
Your pictures and the—
letter you wrote to me.
Hmm, you're sad now?
Forgive me, forget it.
It's not the first time,
But this is the last one.
Please, can you?
Take this as no offense,
And delete if you want,
But read this 'I love you.'