Tuesday, 19 February 2013

The poet in me


Pitching up with no invitation invisibly to be invincible

Milking out predicaments that poison the apartment of my joy

A shadow that expresses what supresses I without ambiguity rather ambivalence

Smiles and laughter’s as posters just to get me through miles of this life that I live  

But the poet in me excavates the juices of the heart swept from all parts of this ecstatic evident ebony being

 

Within me is a stronger stranger I tried to dagger yet always managed to resurrect and mend my broken glass heart pieces murdered

A portion of me so free, born and not made, alive with no breath, so lucid yet feint

The poet in me is my voice from within, the petrol that never goes AWOL
~MalieZ

2 comments:

  1. my friend,my sister and my inspiration, ur words are deep ,u truely are a talented writer, i will critically analyis the poems and give y feed back....much love and keep writing #ur nunber 1 fan

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    1. When my family supports what I do best, I do it to the fullest!! Thank you, thank you for all the support I've get from you... #mwah!!! thank you so much

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