Panic is a comic which picks …thick volcanic eruptions of regretful magic …to hurl problematic tragics at logic So relax 31st to 1st is just an exchange of baton …between ordinary days …with pressure impositions II All the resolutions unresolved All the hopes unrestored All the dreams in screams All the aspirations with fearful expirations […]
Videos keep playing Where you shyly, with roses In sweat, called Holy Moses In proposing II How a perfect vehicle Zoomed into a thorny bush And saw itself in an empty desert Has opened my sky of tears III The video of you playing horse In the shore of peace Me, playing sheep In the […]
It shot very far I realized it was a star I guess I went far II Peacock in a bar How can these feathers go far To show without mar? III So I threw it far Watched it brighten like a star When it reached that far IV Oh my good good star! Can I […]
I Wise words, said in politeness, impact In songs and rhyme, they attract Sure, hearts will contract Dirt don’t act Ooops! II Men in companionship interact In hope to bores counteract Nice! Friction is fact In great pacts Whoops! III Handle it all and make them exact Words uttered […]
Eyes Attraction Daydreaming Giggles Goose pimples Smiles Trust Belongingness Companionship Fast heartbeats Hugs Kisses Time pauses Everything beautiful A boarder, then Hurt Pain Mistrust Withdrawal Enmity Disappointments Regrets I realised too late Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014
On a happy sea tour Our love blossomed to the core All sores aimed to heal But the sea goddesses hated for it to be real We sailed without mails We shared in all the sails We loved, and held I forgot, the soldiering limpy loss I held Until your unfortunate slip Reminded […]
I have always dreamt Of having beautiful features To fly close to places in the sky Where my eyes’ lovers lie But my mother Always told me Fishes swim They do not fly No matter how I flapped my tail Bobbed the water and jumped, I reached no further than deeper my waters My […]
Sitting lugubriously Watching as juveniles engage in a bacchanalian orgy She reaches deep in her passions’ cache And finds a bottomless fleapit of madness She dawdles, anxious at what perished within All the pain she feels are deadened With every step, with every thought As she sees that old screen flecked with dust […]
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