Growing up

CAPPIE*

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If it took you a year to come back

To me

My anger would have burned

But it took you forever

And now I have no anger left

Inside me

I just miss you

Your cartoon laughter

Your childish ways

(And yeah I know you matured)

Your never ending conversations

That say; my mind will hurt

If I don’t talk

I miss your company

And I wonder what I did

For you to walk away

If you had taken a year

I know I would have snobbed you if

You ever came back

But now you’ve taken forever

And I know I would hug you should I

Ever see you

A part of me wants to forget you

Walk on’ like I never knew you

A part of me wants to loathe you

Snob you’ should we ever cross

Paths

And a part of me just wants to say

I miss you’

So we are moving on

I’m getting a job

Then getting married

Then finishing my masters

Then having kids

So I’m closing my mind to you

Cause carrying you in my heart

Whether waiting to snob or hug you;

Hurts

And my mind can’t carry this

Unconcious burden no more

So it’s good bye for now

Till we meet when we 40.

Nov., 2013

Tasha

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The Ex; by him

We Are an Avacado Pear

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Through a single 4- year word,

Two were grafted in

It brings to mind

The awe inspiring

Avacado

Pear.

For what makes it whole,

Is one ball perched in a hole,

Which performs a crucial role,

By bringing the sides of it

To achieve their mutual goal,

Which is Unity!

Until the edge of a knife slices

Through

It;

They remain strong!

Yes, S-T-R-O-N-G,

For they survive,

Move on in the midst of thorns.

Thrive,

Laugh in the face of trial and

Tribulation.

Revive,

Lift up each other’s spirit when they

Fall into

The trench of hopelessness.

Organize,

Put what is important first, what is

Urgent,

Second.

Naturalize,

Come to appreciate their

Belongingness to a

Paradise.

And Galvanize,

Hardly rust in the face of corrosion.

Bellicose is for the belligerent,

Who fail to understand that life is for

Rent.

For the presence of a tenant in it,

Remain immeasurable,

And inevitable.

Divinely,

Natuarally,

Is it establised,

That love transfusion,

Is what brings life to the human

Heart.

Without you,

I sag.

Without you as my leap of hope and

Faith,

I lag,

Behind and retrogress.

Without your gloss,

I get dimly coarse.

Without your unending smile,

My foot fails to walk the extra mile.

I need you.

Why?

Sigh,

For we are an Avacado Pear.

Jan 13, 2012.

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The Ex; by him

Kissing your soul…………..

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Loving you in tears

Where do I take delight?

Where do I stretch my arms in the

Glare of the sunlight?

I walked on the carpet of your

Shadow,

To plant a kiss at the base of your

Face.

The softness, tenderness and

Sweetness there,

Made me dare,

To harvest salt water drilling down

Your cheeks.

Holding your back,

Wondering how best to kiss the soul

Within,

But the impossibility made me plant

More kisses at the base of your face.

09/06/2012

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The Ex; by him

Flirting with yor mind….😉

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I have this intense sensation to flirt,

Through the wild street of your mind.

But then I have to use the zebra crossing (lol)

For vehicles with empty hemispheres

Behind

The wheel might be on the road.

When I

Reach the junction,

That leads to your imagination,

I would drop my armour of caution,

And champion the cause of a noble

Revolution.

I would be in the frontline,

Naked of superiority, of abuse, of

Maltreatment

Nonetheless,

When you open your window,

You won’t catch me pants down (lol)

By then I would be clothed with love,

Understanding,

Unity, honesty and trust. Dust,

May stain and dirt my clothe,

And make me look so ugly,

Making my hair too,

Look so messy

I can’t figure you making an SOS call

At one

Com centre

Cos you rarely do that.

I see you resplendent,

Beaming with a smile of confidence,

After brushing (past ten) with

Pepsodent.

(lol)

Coming out

With a bowl of water,

Swimming in it a big bar of Keysoap,

Which would give me hope,

And effrontery,

To say ‘It’s not my fault’.

To which you would give me a

Nauseating

Endless stare,

Respond ‘UR FACE’

……..nyt nyt Baby Yaa

Dec., 2012

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The Ex; by him

CaYenne*

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Close to the Atlantic Ocean,

Stretched a hammock,

Under a coconut tree.

My feet raced through the seasand,

As I enjoy my walking spree,

And breath in the breeze,

Of salt and moisture

Back and forth,

Was how the lady danced with the

Hammock,

Sad enough it was,

That I wasn’t wearing a smock,

To add xylophonic beats,

To her awesome beats,

To her awesome moves,

I took a portion of the seasand as

My sheet,

As I shoot ink to my finger tip,

I started writing..

‘Sweet Cayenne,

I yearn to rock with you,

Side by side,

Breath by breath,

Eye to eye,

Heart to heart.

Would you turn morning into evening

By

Inviting me over?

Would you erase part of your name

So that I

Would get space to write part of

Mine?

Would you offer me a popith to read

Songs

Of Solomon to you?

Would you allow me to mount a

Billboard to KISS YOUR ADORABLE MOLE?

Oh sweet Cayenne…please say you

Will…?

09/01/2012

From this poem he wrote….I got my signature name….Cayenne…I love it😊

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