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Character needs no narrator
~MalieZ
Colours Of Poetry lives to expose the emotions felt by the poets, through poems and quotes, and attempts to conjure equivalent emotion or more in the readers. It follows not in any pattern but in the footsteps of the heart. For when a heart pioneers for its needs, who dares challenges it?
Sunday, 24 February 2013
ORIGenuineINAL
Flavoured unrivalled am
alive with pride ridding the tides of different kinds
I excel in being me,
different I am the only, unsurpassed
Unmatched, I do not
compete to be me shimmering winner by default
It’s me and no one else
you will see when looking at me
Self-aware my positive
mind mines the deepest shafts of self-discovery
Who dare challenges my
authority over my own brain?
I breathe in out comes a
new me stronger complex and uneven
No copy can duplicate my
style trails tested, my image casted
Enigmatic I am fantastic,
irreplaceable just like you are
I am a walking factory of
victory that has no stench of failure
Unspiced unseasoned, still
I glow in every season
Endangered, I am of the
only species
Embrace this grace that
has no trace
For what is in me is
nowhere else and leaves you in glee
Epitome of my precision, I
am a touchstone of perfection
I do not ride on the lion’s
pride
Down novelty pours from my
every pore
My roots entombed in the
belly of the only prestigious valley within my origin
I am ORIGenuineINAL
Redink feat. MalieZ
Wednesday, 20 February 2013
Tuesday, 19 February 2013
Juices Of the heart
Allow the poet in me to seduce your sight with my naked
heart...
For I wish to put the truth in your disposal in its most nude state
For I wish to put the truth in your disposal in its most nude state
Allow the stranger in me to undress the amour of confidence
it wears
For I want to expose all its private parts to the public
and make known of what it really possesses
And allow my juices of the heart to flow from your palms
Examine it closely;
See all the scars blanketed by the face
See all the worry lines that have wrinkled it
See how much load it carries
See the molestation of pain
See the pressure it lives within in a free world
See all the worry lines that have wrinkled it
See how much load it carries
See the molestation of pain
See the pressure it lives within in a free world
Come, bisect me and study my flaws
Drink from my cup and understand me
Read between the smiles
There's more to me than just the pretty flower you see
Read between the smiles
There's more to me than just the pretty flower you see
MalieZ
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
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