Coming Of Age:


There are days I used, to say to myself,
oh life! What a pain
 That haggard look, that tired face..that broken spirit,
I dreaded the dusk, and hated the dawn in equal measure,
I really never had reasons, I cant remember any you know..
 I must have thought that's how best to face life,
My bones cracked under my own skin...what a shame

 The laughter beyond was like a mocking echo..
I wore life on myself like a dusted coat...
Making sacrifices for undeserving souls,
How I still remember those weary games.

Then someday I woke, from the long slumber
and thought oh my! what a fool I had been,
all those years
I looked around and saw warm faces,
Yes it could be, that the love in peoples hearts can triumph evil
So this days I think, I don't mind going round in circles,
Something good can last forever..
You just need to see it that way..
Be the King or the queen of everything
I look yonder and see green
It was always there I just never saw it all along

It feels like the coming of age

Someone I love:

 

That day we met,
 I was lost and lonely, in a lively crowd,
Trying to get stuff off my mind,
       At first I thought.what a bother!

But you would not go you said..
The tilt of my head when I laughed,
the curve of my lips you loved

I thought you were lying, like all other boys
You held my tiny hand, so delicate I couldn't
hurt,
You asked if you could take me down the road,
  Somewhere warmer and lovely,
I had LOVED and HURT,
  I was unsure but that look..
Like you could cry if I said no

Against my gut I said, would it kill to try?

I could sing I told you,
  So I sang you a tune, that you said sounded like LOVE
You loved my voice you said
Oh I wrote you a poem too,
A few letters full of grace,

So here we are a few months,
And there is no place I would rather be..
You still listen to my love songs,
And still read my poems..

YOU ARE SOMEONE I LOVE!!!!

 
Fifteen minutes;
 
Dark alleys, cold nights
   she is shaking from the fear,
sneezing from the chill..
She looks around and hides her face,
So here she is, she can do it she tells herself..
A woman does whatever it takes,
      flashy clothes, high heels

She hums a tune to keep her aloof,
The thoughts they flood her head..
No not today, she don't want to think,
The sight of the man disgusts her,she muses
Grey hair, rounded stomach, hollow eyes..
So unfeeling like a machine, her fifteen minutes are..
For peanuts , she sells her soul
Grabs her clothes at the corner,
She counts them to seven that night,
Long night! Strange men...for her its just the beginning..

   In the morning she will wash away her guilt...

The good old days:



This lonely lands were once vibrant with playful souls..

We ran up those hills and danced in the rain,...
    in the river we swam aware of our parents wrath
       oh! the mango seasons were a call to crawl under barbed wire without the farmers knowledge

We filled up the seats in Sunday school and recited memory verses,
   there is a boy I liked I remember, the butterflies in my stomach...
                  how fast time passes 
this loney lands were once filled with laughter,
      echoes of worried mothers , shadows of young lovers...
These strange faces with distant looks used to be playmates,
    now the playfields are green with grass,
 dont ask me why I miss the yester years; the distant look is all I will give you 

my childhood memories will long remain ...I refuse to forget the good old days...@carolapoems

 Delusion.

       I laugh..but where is the sound of my laughter,
       I walk but only a trail of my shadow.
                I pass by and they talk in whispers 
          scorn on their faces I don't look away ,
       am a shame to society they say.
        I feel like an animal caged,
   my choices my chains,
     sometimes I drift away for how long I cannot tell  
   my life is not worth living but that is worth loving
   am a woman ,
   am a lover...
     let me love ...let me live
    just look away 

My day

he askes me a question...admin law ..

I swear I know the answer..but my head just goes blank

He is in a brown trench..his short hair neatly combed,

for a minute I give him that blank stare then there is that coy smile on his face,

he is fiddling with his pen;my face is an open book

We are caught up in our own surreal world

He asks me my name,says If I can help with the assignment

I give him my phone number 

I hear him curse below his breath because the computer next to mine has no internet

he goes...

am left...

fiddling with my pen,he is probably my age or an year younger

tonight I will be waiting for a text,am surprised at my excitement

there is an intrigue about him...Maybe 3rd year will be intresting after all

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An year later:





I waited up all night for your calls...
I whined all day how much I missed you
How indifferent you were then...laughed off with your friends how into you I was...
I took the blame for all your wrongs..
for is love not the sacrifices we make?
I was good for a wife your mama said,
a girl with good an education...a family of high regard...
That night you asked if I could marry you..I was over the moon
We were married by summer..a lovely couple they said
One year down the line..you rarely spend the nights home..
I say the stranger you have become..you always were do I forget?
Recently I met someone...
yes this is news, am filling for divorce I say..
stay a little longer you beg...not even your tears can hold me back..
How indifferent I have become you fuss...
am leaving anyway!....@carolapoems....

carolajaynepoems.blogger.comColour of love:
Sometimes I think ..oh love
you would look so good on me
You ask, then why do you run away from me when I seek thee?
...and I say, you always come in red
mama taught me that means trouble, so you say
tomorrow oh thine I shall come in black
Am terrified! black terrifies me,
for the grief it bringeth thine heart cannot bear..
So if you come someday, do not come in colours
that might stain thine heart..come crystal clear
So thine eyes can see what thy bear..
and maybe my legs wont carry me in scare..
For thine piety might melt me unaware..and oh do come by day
So yours warmth I may feel at night.