Sunday, 26 July 2020

SPECIAL

We've all been told,
that we are special
But no one really believes that, you know
I think there is something.
In that being human, we never figure it out,
And sometimes we pretend to,

Other times we hid behind our pillows, music, rum and the drugs
And people will label music addicts and imperfections
While they took, try to figure out
What makes them so special

I think the moment we realize how special
We really are is in that last breathe,
And you suddenly conclude,

I was here, I existed now, and never again
I know this, because I have died many times
I died so much, I am not even me anymore.

Tuesday, 23 June 2020

HELD

So this would be what separated,
Us, what would keep me,
Tasting my own skin,

For weeks, thirsting for what I knew,
Wasn't good for me . with the salt,
Of the air in your hair,

The sea was made to breathe
And I would hold it in my lungs
Until they collapsed, just to delay drowning

Sunday, 7 June 2020

ON THE OUTSIDE

You're from another world,
And I'm trying to convince myself,
This is more than just another,
Discovery for you.

More than exploring your sexuality,
Because I'm not satisfied
Being inside your body.

If you won't let me inside your bed,
You're a creature of the equator,
So maybe it's in your nature.

To be cold so far from home,
Still I can't help but think,
You would warm to be the idea of me.
If you knew how often your mind
Was on me.

 

Saturday, 23 May 2020

MIRACLE WILL

I don't love
how you've hurt,
but I do love
who you've become
how you've overcome.

how every weakness,
imperfection and flow
makes yo u unique,
makes you all that you are.

You are the flowers after,
a wildfire,
and i will water you
I will help you grow,
but most importantly
I will appreciate you
for the miracle that you are.



                 

Tuesday, 19 May 2020

MUSCLE MEMORIES

Sometimes I don't notice
I'm writing about you
Until I already have,
Until I look down,
And there's a poem dresses in
Your clothes, there's a pause.

I didn't intend and you're standing
In the door way perfectly still,
There's a meaning hidden.

If only from myself
And it makes me wonder
What I'm trying to tell you.
Its the password I can't remember
But when I press my fingers to the keyboard
They know exactly where to go
              
                       
                       By ; Lorna Ndung'u