Love

I think the scariest thing to do in life is to fall in love.

To let go of all your inhibitions, all your fears, all your worries.

To love someone who can do no wrong in your eyes.

Senseless love,

Senseless emotion.

Those that choose to fall in love

Yes choose

Because the mere fact that you disobey your instincts telling you that breaking down all your walls can only end one way, most of the time – badly, is most definitely a choice

To all the lovers out there:

I salute you,

I applaud you.

Because what you do is brave

Very brave

Love exacts a pain unequalled on the rack.

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Defensive

She walks up the street

Head down

Hood up

The pavement is her catwalk and the rain is her music

She walks confidently

Taking her time with each stride

Dancing with the wind at her side

They are scared

Scared because her face is unseen

Scared because of the colour of her skin

But she is human

As real and as human as you or me

Yet they move swiftly to the other side of the street

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She continues up the street

She notices a bunch of men behind her

That does not seem to change her manner

But she is aware

Aware of the potential risk

She plans her escape route in case things should go awry

They see her

They laugh and giggle

She notices that too, so her pace increases by two.

They follow her,

and just as she was about to turn the corner

They pass in front of her, smile, and keep on walking.

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BeingMaryJane

So I sit here, waiting

Waiting for you to give me a sign

Waiting for you to tell me that I am the one

We talk incessantly

Wishing and hoping, praying and dreaming

Together.

Together Is what I thought we were

What I thought you wanted us to be

It is crazy how one can get so deluded

So crazy in love it is freaking pathetic.

But little did I know

That while we were jamming to each other’s melody

You were in between the legs of your wife Melody.

So it is true?

Is it true that you wasted my time?

Is it true you are not the man of my life?

You hesitate –

Naturally.

You cannot give me a straight answer.

Just like the criss-crossed roads in Bagada

You are confused

Not sure how to explain it

But it’s okay, I have gotten the message

Good bye and good riddance to bad rubbish!
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Break Up

I cry and die inside at the thought of what just happened

You didn’t just abandon me

What you don’t realise is that you left me in a runt

Why you ask? Because until someone good comes along, being in a relationship is just a mere thought.

Even when they do come along, what am I supposed to do?

Am I supposed to run to them with open arms, or guard my heart and soul?

I hurt so much inside I can’t seem to find a way out

I have cried, and tried to forget you

I have prayed and yet still strayed

It all came back to you…

 

Sigh

 

I don’t even know what to say anymore

 

Thump, thump, thump, goes the beat of my heart

Each heart string pulling at the words you once meant

The words said that now have no meaning

You left me, you left ME,

No, what you did is tried to murder me

All that is left of me is an:

Insecure, alone, confused and unloved little woman

 

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Nothing but a number

They all say age is nothing but a number

But if you still got parents that care, it becomes a problem

He’s too old, you’re too young, he’s not right for you, girl you gotsa move on

So even though you like him, you will have to hold on

Even if you tried to wait another couple of years

Whose to say that the age gap is going to fade away

It’s all about the psychology they say, you’re not in the same place

If you’re a girl who has always been surrounded and attracted older guys, what do you do?

You are a young girl, with an old soul,

Whose to blame, is it yourself, Oh!

Oh! You cry out, but no sound is heard

Because no matter how hard you try, nobody listens

We don’t want you to make the same mistakes we did 

But if you hadn’t done so, who would be the one telling me this

We all have to live our own lives, and make our mistakes

If something ain’t right, I’ll trust my instincts

It’s hard when you’ve found someone you like, and then your faced with the question,

Is age really nothing but a number?

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