Twisted Tongue

Listening to the beckoning rains.

He marched his soul straight into her's

Watching every word drop out of a straight line

Yet out of character, it felt off the tongue.

Biting a few in seconds

That felt like days.

Hearing the screams of his voice

Heart pounding a million miles per second.

Hands waving in air for courage

Gesturing out the soul's desire

He felt his spirit abandoning

Yet loudly calling out her name.

His words caressing every sentence construct.

Belching perfect lines

The symphony continued

Pulling strings at her presence

Kneading all he could master

to present the perfect cake

Falling into her.

Back Again

Tell me again, where I am from

For I find the swamps homely

But scary to admit.

And hear the footsteps time louder

But a stranger, in the corridor of hope

As the footsteps always go in reverse.

Morose filled

Days progress's enmity

Digress grins

At the helm of a pleated beautiful nightmare.

So! I dare you to tell me again

& see the wrath of the sun

Slumping life

In front.

In Love With Our Mistakes

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 Sniffing love out of lust

Hands bound to the last call

Happiness hidden in hellos

Sounding like goodbyes.

We scatter the room

Into taking whiff emotions

Lost by the dollar.

For today's love

Is a price tag

Strung up on materials

Demolished at hatred disguised

As lust in love.

But love

Mudded

By madness

Scarred in our entanglement.

"Do you love me?"

A rope hangs!

The Neighbor's Heart

 Do you remember when the wind seized to brush through branches?

Do you remember when time froze to the moment of the day?

Do you remember how our words got arrested within our mouth

that only our eye sockets were the only thing that moved?

Do you remember how that neighbor had us

before "hello"?

for all we could do was to stare

and stay put at that very spot

reverie of open windows under her arms

light-footed at her every touch

forgetting the pleasantries to elders.

as they stand as rude awakens

to this fairytale of a dream

her, as the plus one to my smiles

and the world as the enemy neighbors to my heart

as the stand barricading the typhoons of emotions

toppling my mind.

Wilding Tongue

In a single ray of hope

His words plumed out the chest

Heavy to the heart

But now or never was the situation

As from seventh grade

He had kept them all in

Drowning at every sighting of her.

Her whispers being his secret joys

Yet havoc wrecking

That he was not the one

The one ploughing the heart to seventh highs

The one tossing her blankets in blunts of thoughts

The one running her wild in yearning of holdings

As she sought the Barton of finding her one.

So it was the last of the dance

Laced out in hurricanes pressure

As she was the Precious he sought for

And today, words had to spill on her.

"Would you be....

the sun on the horizon of day."

Trailing the atmosphere.

Life in a Dream

 It all felt so real
Having another glass raised
As the night was another bliss
For here I found my purpose
And the world was peaceful
As finally I was home
Finding myself wrapped under her arms.

As I found golden wings
For the first time I saw the bright light
It was all in her eyes
The world was nothing but a beautiful piece of paradise
A piece of paradise just for me and her
Her being the goddess of love
Beauty was her name as said by her physique .
Her voice is still my favorite song.

As it smoothen my soul
Creating a rythm my heart drums too
As I could taste her in the air
She was so real, yet unbelievably close
For I have been yearning for her at distant
Unsure of myself
Yet here she was, a bountiful feast  right before me
So without wasting time, I held her close to my core.

Sweet as it felt
Beautiful as it was
So real it felt yet it was far from real
For it was just a dream
A beautiful dream that will always be in my mind for as long as I live.

For the hen did it to me
Alarming my surrounding
To a mirage of her
As I found myself back in waste
Where I eye her at distant
Piecing the scraps of my heart to gunner confidence.

 

 

By Yeukai Beverley Faera & Mr T Mandie

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Old Fashioned Room

 Just a kid in an old fashioned room
Where materials are just a gimmick of fading lies
As today I woke up in her embrace
And the world was true
The smiles were real
As happiness was an infinity guest to our quarters
But this was just before time

For time stole the real
Leaving the room's brightness blue
As tears of truth could be seen streaming
And the fabric of society teed
Leading a mystic nightmares trail to bed
For where warmth stood
Is rigged with haven of quarrels

Leaving the happiness quarters a void
As the harlot sadness house the room
Fixated a dungeon of regrets to bare
For the broen bottle befriends
Abandoning kitchen counters with misplaced memories
Where I was just a kid in an old fashioned room
Now renovated to modern horrors.

Colliding Nature

Like a blank page ready to be scripted on

your words bled through the barrel
inking onto a tinted canvas
teared up by the past
afraid to be amused again
SHUT!

So I crept in my shell
as the poetess glow
amused my eyes
disbelieved to lust
STRUCK!

Shunning all of me
I plead at the feet of your heart
seeking what my soul longing call for
as I get lost in a maze of desire
ALTERED!

So words got louder
though silently they played the mind
enticed by the body of thoughts
"I WANT YOU TO BE MINE!"
screamed louder in the vocals of my heart
BEDDED!

Toxic Love

 I am sorry,
I couldn't plead my joy
Neither could I bleed my happiness.

As in your arms
The world cased my eyes
Casting all my thoughts to fade.

You!
Being a remedy
a curse at the same time.

So I #ink 
My burden and pleasure
On the same line.

While smiling to please
The lies that have become my bed of roses
As get stung with her bees.

Concurrently given
A nectar of lust
To forget.

Yes!
I'm now addicted to it
But the bruise
that decorate my skin
is now a shame.

However happily worn
As it tear the fabric
Life threaded down.

Shared

 Enslaved by love

I roamed the earth to please her

her words being the bind to my heart

Unescapable to my soul

she was all i saw 

her flaws disappeared right infront me.

Throw in the devil's dish

she roasted my joy with an iron clawed

but my feets were unwilling to flee

flattering out

the adulterous nature of my existence

candidly burnt alive.

A guest in hell

the heart that was supposed to be my anchor

tormented was the flesh

sizzling the soul with regrets

as tear failed to drown the pain

called out into the family

Ritually divided amongst the women

ignorant of the yoke held

she parade my heart infront of predators

lured the shameless to invade the bed

breaking bad disguised as love

yet lust held the roaster at helm.