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#Puzzledlines

the Aroma of coffee

the sweetness of tea

books flipping

rains pitter pattering on the roof

a gentle,violent,solemn tattoo beats on the glass window

thoughts running

canvases imagined.

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#PuzzledLines

I sit here with stones in my chest

filling up space where hope used to lie

looking at life and wondering

what is self love

what is selfishness

what is love even

Love?

that thing that i aborted from the chambers of my heart

that feeling that i don’t want to feel again

i get goosed up each time a man makes a pass

or even innocently …(no, nothing is innocent about men)

genuinely…(i don’t think the word works)

but that point when they seem to actually feel

But he did show all that Until my 10th birthday

When he sneaked into my room

wearing his white tunic and his grey beard almost glowing

Now,

I sit here with stones in my chest

filling up space where hope used to lie

continuously trying to convince people am good enough

or am lovable

They say love is effortless

it comes naturally

but how effortless

how do you find beauty in the broken

a kind of broken that only finds love in a wine bottle

and hope in a glass of tequila?

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His scent….

I don’t know where he has been

What he has been doing

better still what he has endured for the day

His face covered in pimple sweat drops

His pleated sleeves neatly folded to his elbows

Smartly ironed trousers

But his scent……

He wore no cologne

Didn’t smell sweet either

He smelled like a tire

Or let’s say, a mixture of tire, sweat and bad deodorant

Gave him a scent similar to that of a he-goat

Do his women find his scent sexy?

Do sportsmen smell like this and still distribute hugs

Is this a scent of hustle

But like I said

I don’t know where he has been or he is going to?

I don’t even know half the things on his mind

Growing up can tire sometimes

Maybe sometimes this scent is allowed

Especially when not sweating on someone before taking a birth

I WAS CRUCIFIED

I was crucified…
yes, down on my bed
with ropes of love
and thorns of passion
I was tied down
my body teased till I burnt with so much passion
that my juices couldn’t stop to flow
the only crime was horn
a horn only nature can define
I said i was burning and instead of putting the fire out,
firewood was placed and petrol was sprinkled.
the thieves at my chest saluted in mockery as a petal brushed over them
the river in between my legs lawwd
its turning into a waterfall
one I am not able to control and yet,
his tongue still teases my clit

I am crucified, for a crime I am not guilty
but for a pleasure I love
I wanna keep going
but my breath is giving way
I am whizzing in between my moans
his hands choking me at every thrust
I clench my fists,
I tilt my head
but there’s no room for body movement
my body is speaking a different kinda language today,
my voice is playing a unique note
because this new strummer is a specialist

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caves of her vagina

gifted between her thighs
it’s what she has been limited to
the go to girl when the horn needs to be blown
or when he has had a fight with his madam
the caves of her vagina have nothing different from his madam but,
the way she wiggles her waist at his every thrust,
the way she teases his manhood,
the art on her body and maybe,
the fact that he can draw her curves with his finger
and all her juices flow down like river Nile and pour down like a rainfall
his excitement is just a wet bed and the hide and seek they keep playing with their bodies
he forgets his madam was once that girl
he curves have been redefined by the babies he keeps depositing
and probably hasn’t had single rest because he also turns into another baby around her,
she has forgotten to take care of herself even when she desires to
simply because he hasn’t extended a hand or support
or she ever gets lately is criticism as he showers the other with roses

what does she know?
her body will also soon wear out.

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I worship Him

I worship him
am at my knees with my mouth open and hands together like am waiting for some kind of holy communion

waiting to receive the unknown warmth of his manhood piss on my face.
Am I not tired of being enslaved,
accepting to be tied down to the bed as he sings hosanna to my nakedness,
how did I even get to this?
see my nipples salute in excitement waiting to receive him,
he fondles with my body like I am some kind of toy but again,
I still get up and bend a knee, wait in anticipation for him to baptize me
who said these things give a better facial than the spa?
life, as I chose to define it…

deep within I am as sad as i feel not as i look

for the things I am about to tell his pestle can’t be spelt out loud.
I worship him, like he is the only soldier on duty.

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Dear heart

Today I felt as low as I felt the same day four years ago. I felt overwhelmed but also I had hope. I always have hope but am wondering, is this hope affiliated to you or the soul?

Hope is one of those things I can’t live without. I just don’t know how anyway.

Today I played the same exact songs that I played then. Now, there’s a certain place this music sends me to. A zone I can’t explain. Is music affiliated to you or the spirit?

This kind sends me places and makes me feel a certain type of way, as if am staring deep at a child in worship….(oh there is nothing more humbling than this) the innocence, the honesty, the infancy…..

Worship is just another setting

Love is another zone

Dear heart, if this must be my drug, I wanna keep high forever. If all this is affiliated with you in any way, teach me how to stay in this zone. It’s a safe haven. In it, nothing else matters. They say, smoke weed and feel…..i say inhale worship and everything else will fall in place

Truly

Me…gracefully broken.

Dear heart

What do tears do to you?

Yesterday I was all kinds of emotions (not exactly sure how you handle these at ago. )

Then tears….the way I felt relieved all over a sudden is amazing.

I was burning and as soon as I opened the taps, it felt like rain over a fire.

And the sleep after crying is another story…its sleep from a different planet.

The tears washed down all my emotions even with zero solution to my issues, I felt like I could concur the world 👌

Who even made tears?

Dear heart, life doesn’t have to be that serious I know. Sometimes it overwhelms but with tears, tea and cake we overcome. Let’s love more tonight