Posted in Love..For him and her, To Love

I Wait For You

I have been waiting for you
Days and nights
The moments we had
Still linger my mind
As if it was seconds ago
When will you return
Life without you is impossible
We were used to each other

I still feel you by me
I can hear the echoes of your laugh
The fragrance of your skin still lingers
I see your smile right infront of me
Still here I am…
Counting the hours and data,
Till when I’ll have you.

I feel like ages,
Have passed since you left
People say i have gone mad
When will you return
I’m tired of being a mad man
Everytime a walk down the street
They keep looking at me
As if i’m an alien from space
I had to move out of my place
They said i don’t fit to live among them

To say I don’t miss you
That I don’t need you
That I don’t yearn for you
All that would be a lie
Coz you are my one
The one I call mine
One I’ve cherished and kept
So despite the distance between
I’ll always keep you close
And wait for you…
For you are mine

And no one
Will dare take what’s mine
Do you remember the last time we had dinner?
And that young lad
Tried to grab you by force…
Remember what i did to him?
Just know i’m always there for you
Despite that you left
To venture into your career

Forever each day i recall
Your words echo in me
Hun you are a mine
As I’m all yours
No matter the situation at hand
No matter the reasons held
Nothing changes it all
Coz we are all together
Through it all.

Forever and ever
I’ll be waiting under the Rainbow eucalyptus
Where we first met
Recalling our moments together
Reliving the memories
For even in your absence
I still feel your presence
You love flows in me…
Thus for you hun…
I’ll wait.

©Joy🌹
©Sam Wanjala

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Posted in Love..For him and her, Mystries of Life

IF I SAY.

If I look you straight in the face,
Would it be enough
To see the rainbow all over it,
To notice the deep blue sea
In my thoughts adrift,
The undivulged letters that lay therein?

Tell me,
Will I need words to articulate,
Or the empty look I give,
The words you’ve chased away from my tongue,
My throat constricting with how close you are…
Would these convey my yearning once?

If I stop for once
Fantasizing about
Our clothes peeling off our bodies,
Our lips plastered on each other’s skin,
Us making a shield from the cold,
Make the blankets our cocoon
And spend the night hibernating from the day’s stresses…

If I wake up halfway from this sleep,
Hold your hand and shake you out of your oblivion,
Shout the whispers in my mind
And let it all out,
Would you accept me as I am?
Would you even look at me
As I look at you
Or would you just wave goodbye
And build a wall around you?
Please, please tell me dear crush
So that I may make a move.

DEDICATED TO: MY CRUSH

Posted in On Life, On self

TWO NIGHT STAND.

Rewind
What transpired days from now,
Take and leave again,
Taste and be satisfied,
Let the sheets turn
Let us play that game again…
Hit and run
But don’t go away once we’re done;
Give me that other night.

So here I am,
Waiting still,
Empty mail day by day,
Tired of counting seconds,
The span now days…
Do you see the emptiness within?
Will you text again?

Rewind,
For one more time
The sting of love,
The ashes that’s left of us…
Desperate as I am
But I wish for that one-night stand again,
Can you please make it two?

DEDICATED TO: ANONYMOUS

Posted in Uncategorized

I Crown Thee A QUEEN.

Just like an oasis in the desert,
That calms the anxiety of the desert ships,
That quenched the thirsts of its dwellers,
So are you to all of us,
Yes…
Yes you are the oasis of our desert.

Just like fine distilled wine,
Where without patient sowed,
Without consistent watering with humility,
No one around will ever see
How much better you get…
Blossoming from a caterpillar to a butterfly,
With each and every trickle of sand down the hour glass.

From the dusty cracked mirror in the wall we see…
See you for who you are-all you’ve been;
Fragile
Broken
Wounded
Cast down
But amidst it all…
You are still held together
Rising from the ashes like the Phoenix that you are.

Today marks a start of something greater,
Ofbrighter skies and calmer seas,
Of frozen moments etched deep in our minds,
Of coloured images plastered in our hearts,
This sure is your day great one…
Yes it is Lillian…
We are celebrating you.

On this beautiful twenty-eigth day of October,
I come not bearing gifts a kin to the Wiseman,
But with my open heart and arms,
I stand to shout it out for all and you…
“Happy Birthday Lilian.”
May the good Lord keep you…
In full favour and grace
For you deserve it all my Lady.

I raise my glass to you,
To celebrate all your victories,
To recount your achievements,
To help you count your blessings,
In memory of the tears shed through out,
Of the battles lost along the way,
The wounds and scars gotten in time,
And most importantly…
The smiles and joys and hope you give to all…
I celebrate you Lilian.

The mother to a son,
A lady raising a gentleman,
A crown to you I give…
To be a reminder
Of the queen that you are
The forever reigning queen that you’ll be
Thus on this day set just for you…
I crown thee our queen.

“Happy Birthday to you Queen Lilian.”

©Joy🌹

Posted in Moments, Mystries of Life

Last Words

These may be my last words
So please listen,
This may be my last piece
So please read.

Maybe the this is
The last piece,
That I found to make it one masterpiece,
Maybe this is the tear
Dripping from this inky pen.

Maybe a young boy
Would fly for a second,
Land on boulders
And for once flow with the waves,
Maybe the tears would be finally washed off.

I’ll no longer see the scorching sun,
Nor would I walk in rain
To camouflage the rivers flowing
Down my cheeks;
So my heart skips a beat
My voice breaks
My heart breaks,
Then I’m dead for one day, only.

©Mishley Otiende

Posted in On Life, On self

#Killing Our Demons

Feelings never made anyone be more
Tears never drowned anything tangible
Thoughts never moved mountains or made gorges
But our actions have brought something…
More of life and death in equal measure
Our words have dug us way deeper than ever
And despite it all
Our feets keep shuffling in these muddy paths
In search of that which we know not but yearn dearly

©Joy🌹

#KOD

Posted in Hope Alive, To Love

Blake Wilson

Blind dates are quite interesting phenomenons,
People who don’t know each other,
Come together at dinner and just talk,
Mostly it’s getting to know each other,
On a new creative way,
It’s a process of healing nasty wounds,
For those who can’t heal from their past heartbreaks,
Or who can’t get over the loss of their lovers,
Friends set each other up,
And you talk and laugh all night long,
With your date,
It stitches our broken selves,
Giving a chance for our flowers,
To grow,yet again,
Bill,came over to my favourite club,
Said that he wanted me to give him,
A ride to a certain expo,
He’d been a great source of help,
Since Kara left,
Disappeared, and gone to Seattle,
Almost an year ago,
He’d helped me try and overcome her,
Try and overcome her words,
Ringing in my mind all the time,
He’d tried to get me off booze,
And clubs,
Though it didn’t work a hundred percent,
I still hanged around them,
It’s almost seven,
And I’m almost done,
In my mechanic shop,
So i drive my own built model of a Ferrari,
And pick him up at our rendezvous,
He looks really great,
Suit and tie,
Cologne and his manly scent,
His Russian accent colouring his looks,
Five minutes we are parking in some hotel,
Not really meant for us mechanics,
Or rather me,
He leads me to some table,
With candles
And roses,
And a girl in a red dress,
She,a blonde with blue eyes,
I channel a thousand silent questions
To this fool of a friend,
But he barricades them with his chilled look,
And raises his eyebrow,
He introduces me to the lady,
and leaves.
I am confused,
I want to run away,
I haven’t been on a date since Kara,
I haven’t been any fun,except from clubs and drinking games,
I haven’t been any roses and chocolates guy,
I gather up some traces of courage,
And look at the blonde’s eyes
She’s beautiful,
Really beautiful,
Insanely beautiful,
Her lips part
And reveal a fine set of milky teeth,
I stutter my name,”I…a…am…Blake…Blake Wilson…”
My voice dies,
My heart sinks,
Silent curses to Bill,
She says hers,
With neat articulation,
Almost Russian,
And we begin the meal by an awkward silence,
I don’t know how the fancy people distinguish their spoons,
And the array of shiny equipments blinds my eyes,
I excuse myself
And say that i am not used to all this,
She smiles,
A kind smile,
Like the moon waning into a perfect phase,
“Lemme help you” she suggests
And i nod my head like the average fool,
She rises up like the sun,
Bright and full of glow,
Her red dress sweeps the floor,
As she makes her way to me,
She brings her chair,
Almost next to my flank,
And i spend the next couple of minutes,
Being fed,
Like a little babe,
She tells me all about her,
She tells me about her filthy rich parents,
And i mock my being a mechanic,
Heck she reminds me that it’s 28th of February
Quite funny too according to me,
We sip champagne, as we talk,
She’s holding my hand,
And it feels like she’s fallen in love with me,
And she kisses me almost at my lips,
My mind brings back all the wounds,
Kara,breakup,Seattle, Drinking, Bars,
My lips have only kissed her,
My Kara, once upon a time,
And i really do miss her,
I thought that after an year,
All my tumbling,
And falling
Would help me forget,
Would help me have silence within my castle walls,
But my eyes of grey,
See not this fine beauty,
But it sees all the reason for my hurt,
And pain,
And fall,
I feel like crying for a second,
I feel like crashing for a moment,
I feel like screaming for a lifetime,
I can feel her breath on me,
She kisses me on my lips,
I break the kiss,
And look up to her soulful eyes,
And as much as i want to love anew,
It never is easy,
It never will be,
I lost the love of my life,
And a part of my soul,
I apologise,
And she does so too,
We exchange numbers,
And i drive her hotel,
And at the driveway,
As she turns to go up the stairs,
I quickly reach out to her hand,
And i pull her to me,
Swivel her around
And she falls on my bulky hands,
And i give her the kiss she’s been searching for,
For a couple of minutes,
She feels like she’s home,
And i feel like i am a prisoner,
In her cage,
She’s beautiful,
Inside out,
Outside in,
And once the kiss of life and consolation is done,
I pull down from the driveway,
Unaware of where to go next.

Blake Wilson,
Valentine’s of 2018.

@Mugambi.Clarity.Word

Posted in Hope Alive, To Love

Blake Wilson

Blind dates are quite interesting phenomenons,
People who don’t know each other,
Come together at dinner and just talk,
Mostly it’s getting to know each other,
On a new creative way,
It’s a process of healing nasty wounds,
For those who can’t heal from their past heartbreaks,
Or who can’t get over the loss of their lovers,
Friends set each other up,
And you talk and laugh all night long,
With your date,
It stitches our broken selves,
Giving a chance for our flowers,
To grow,yet again,
Bill,came over to my favourite club,
Said that he wanted me to give him,
A ride to a certain expo,
He’d been a great source of help,
Since Kara left,
Disappeared, and gone to Seattle,
Almost an year ago,
He’d helped me try and overcome her,
Try and overcome her words,
Ringing in my mind all the time,
He’d tried to get me off booze,
And clubs,
Though it didn’t work a hundred percent,
I still hanged around them,
It’s almost seven,
And I’m almost done,
In my mechanic shop,
So i drive my own built model of a Ferrari,
And pick him up at our rendezvous,
He looks really great,
Suit and tie,
Cologne and his manly scent,
His Russian accent colouring his looks,
Five minutes we are parking in some hotel,
Not really meant for us mechanics,
Or rather me,
He leads me to some table,
With candles
And roses,
And a girl in a red dress,
She,a blonde with blue eyes,
I channel a thousand silent questions
To this fool of a friend,
But he barricades them with his chilled look,
And raises his eyebrow,
He introduces me to the lady,
and leaves.
I am confused,
I want to run away,
I haven’t been on a date since Kara,
I haven’t been any fun,except from clubs and drinking games,
I haven’t been any roses and chocolates guy,
I gather up some traces of courage,
And look at the blonde’s eyes
She’s beautiful,
Really beautiful,
Insanely beautiful,
Her lips part
And reveal a fine set of milky teeth,
I stutter my name,”I…a…am…Blake…Blake Wilson…”
My voice dies,
My heart sinks,
Silent curses to Bill,
She says hers,
With neat articulation,
Almost Russian,
And we begin the meal by an awkward silence,
I don’t know how the fancy people distinguish their spoons,
And the array of shiny equipments blinds my eyes,
I excuse myself
And say that i am not used to all this,
She smiles,
A kind smile,
Like the moon waning into a perfect phase,
“Lemme help you” she suggests
And i nod my head like the average fool,
She rises up like the sun,
Bright and full of glow,
Her red dress sweeps the floor,
As she makes her way to me,
She brings her chair,
Almost next to my flank,
And i spend the next couple of minutes,
Being fed,
Like a little babe,
She tells me all about her,
She tells me about her filthy rich parents,
And i mock my being a mechanic,
Heck she reminds me that it’s 28th of February
Quite funny too according to me,
We sip champagne, as we talk,
She’s holding my hand,
And it feels like she’s fallen in love with me,
And she kisses me almost at my lips,
My mind brings back all the wounds,
Kara,breakup,Seattle, Drinking, Bars,
My lips have only kissed her,
My Kara, once upon a time,
And i really do miss her,
I thought that after an year,
All my tumbling,
And falling
Would help me forget,
Would help me have silence within my castle walls,
But my eyes of grey,
See not this fine beauty,
But it sees all the reason for my hurt,
And pain,
And fall,
I feel like crying for a second,
I feel like crashing for a moment,
I feel like screaming for a lifetime,
I can feel her breath on me,
She kisses me on my lips,
I break the kiss,
And look up to her soulful eyes,
And as much as i want to love anew,
It never is easy,
It never will be,
I lost the love of my life,
And a part of my soul,
I apologise,
And she does so too,
We exchange numbers,
And i drive her hotel,
And at the driveway,
As she turns to go up the stairs,
I quickly reach out to her hand,
And i pull her to me,
Swivel her around
And she falls on my bulky hands,
And i give her the kiss she’s been searching for,
For a couple of minutes,
She feels like she’s home,
And i feel like i am a prisoner,
In her cage,
She’s beautiful,
Inside out,
Outside in,
And once the kiss of life and consolation is done,
I pull down from the driveway,
Unaware of where to go next.

Blake Wilson,
Valentine’s of 2018.

@Mugambi.Clarity.Word

Posted in Love..For him and her

To You…

You are that line from a poem I read last night or the lyrics of a song that keeps playing in my mind.

You are the background music to my normal life,I dance to your tunes.

You are the acrylic painting in my heart walls that the tattoos in my skin envy.

You are the ivory rays in the sunset reflecting my pale countenance,holding my gaze.

You are you, the lofty clouds that decorate my sunrise sky…

©Joy🌹

Posted in Friendship, Love..For him and her

Hey Stranger…

Hey stranger…
I find comfort in calling you that,
Though I know you ain’t it all,
Though I know you are more,
But for now…
My heart gets contentment in it…
So… Hello Stranger.

It’s been a while…a long while,
Since we saw each other…
Not just in the physical realm,
But in all ways that we meet us,
And still left craving for us
Yes…
It’s been long since I felt you.

Today I remembered you…
On that day we met,
Can’t recall the date or time
For at that moment…
All that makes the world go round stood still,
All that gave life meaning seemed not to exist
All for me…
To just relish in your presence..
Bask in your hallo-ed essence.

Your earphones carefully placed in your ears,
Your eyes sternly fixed at the changing clouds,
Your fingers fiddling with the end of your hoodie,
Your lips….
Humming to the lyrics of a forgotten hymn..
I still relive the moments.

Trying to steal a clearer gaze from you,
There out eyes met,held each other,
The light in you illuminating my soul
Holding my soul captive
Too struck to free from your gaze,
You smiled at me…
And then it happened…
Music…the orchestra, set in.

The caterpillars within turned to butterflies,
The raging voices in me kept shut,
The birds songs grew louder…
Their love song to us…me,
And once in a long while….
My stormy seas calmed and left ripples in me…

Hey Stranger,
I know you don’t remember me,
But I’m that girl you say with in the bus,
She who forgot her own station to alight from,
She that seemed your gaze…
Through the reflection of the window you say on…
I’m that girl.

Today I travel in that same bus,
Seated at our love seat
Reserving it….
Hoping against all hope,
That you’ll be the one boarding now
And with a grin on your face,
Is the seat taken?” you’ll ask
“Has always been reserved for you…” I’ll answer with a smile.

Hey Stranger…
I’m still on the lookout for you
With a great plan in my head
Even with your earphones plugged in,
With your hoodie covering your head…
I know what I’ll do…
Hey,I’m Joy…I miss you”
That’s all I’ll say…
But for now Keep this in mind as it is in my heart…
I miss you Stranger.

©Joy🌹