If i were to die today
Would you miss me?
Would you remember me
Whenever you watched Garfield
Or heard my favourite song?
If i were to die today
Would you remember
How i used to make up words
In order to make you laugh?
How 'don't + worry' became 'dorry'
Dorry honey, i'm sorry?
If i were to die today
---Yes, may God forbid it. But
If i were to die today
Would you regret that
We never did make up
Before we hit the sack?
That the last word spoken between us
Was silence, unfortunately?
If i were to travel today
On that long long journey
Of no return
Would you regret
Ever knowing me
For completely wasting your time?
Or would you carry the pain in your heart
Eventually letting go?
Believing that i'm in a better place
And someday you'll join me too?
If i were to die today
There's a fact
That i would have you know.
With all my heart
I cherish you
And i won't stop
Loving you.
If i were to die today...
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Chances Pt. 3: Epiphany
Epiphany (Understanding): e·piph·a·ny /ɪˈpɪfəni/ –noun, plural -nies.
A sudden, intuitive perception of or insight into the reality or essential meaning of something, usually initiated by some simple, homely, or commonplace occurrence or experience.
Hi readers, i hope you enjoy the last part of Chances. :)
You found out not too long ago
That all the while you'd been together
He'd cheated on and lied to you.
Called you names and showed disrespect.
You asked him about it all
And not surpisingly,
He told a blatant lie.
It's said that
People believe what
They want to believe.
In denial
You trusted.
The other girl, Ama,
She was called a leech
A tramp
Somebody who you felt pity for
Couldn't she see?
He was in love with you.
Today, you're with him.
You eventually went back
After his numerous attempts
To re-win your heart
If there is such a word.
But then again
Did he ever lose it?
As you lie there
Well spent and panting
After several hours
Of lovemaking
You believe in fairytales
You're on-top-of the world
He took you to the highest peak
And brought you back
In a storm of passion
You feel powerful
You're thinking, "Poor, poor Ama."
It's there
In your subconscious mind.
And just like that
It happens again
Talk about déjà vu
He just stepped out
Into the bathroom
You notice a blinking light on his cellie
A message
This time you decide to check it out
It says, "Message delivered."
You make sure he's nowhere near
And then, 'go into' his sent messages folder
There you see it
A message to Ama.
You can't believe it
He's still with her
What, when, why, how?
You want to find a possible explanation
You begin to make excuses for him
You want the message to mean something else
But then it begins to sink in
What you thought was love
Was actually a mirage
A chance,
Your foolishness
And your sudden realisation,
Your epiphany.
A sudden, intuitive perception of or insight into the reality or essential meaning of something, usually initiated by some simple, homely, or commonplace occurrence or experience.
Hi readers, i hope you enjoy the last part of Chances. :)
You found out not too long ago
That all the while you'd been together
He'd cheated on and lied to you.
Called you names and showed disrespect.
You asked him about it all
And not surpisingly,
He told a blatant lie.
It's said that
People believe what
They want to believe.
In denial
You trusted.
The other girl, Ama,
She was called a leech
A tramp
Somebody who you felt pity for
Couldn't she see?
He was in love with you.
Today, you're with him.
You eventually went back
After his numerous attempts
To re-win your heart
If there is such a word.
But then again
Did he ever lose it?
As you lie there
Well spent and panting
After several hours
Of lovemaking
You believe in fairytales
You're on-top-of the world
He took you to the highest peak
And brought you back
In a storm of passion
You feel powerful
You're thinking, "Poor, poor Ama."
It's there
In your subconscious mind.
And just like that
It happens again
Talk about déjà vu
He just stepped out
Into the bathroom
You notice a blinking light on his cellie
A message
This time you decide to check it out
It says, "Message delivered."
You make sure he's nowhere near
And then, 'go into' his sent messages folder
There you see it
A message to Ama.
You can't believe it
He's still with her
What, when, why, how?
You want to find a possible explanation
You begin to make excuses for him
You want the message to mean something else
But then it begins to sink in
What you thought was love
Was actually a mirage
A chance,
Your foolishness
And your sudden realisation,
Your epiphany.
Friday, July 9, 2010
Chances Pt. 2
Hi people. When i wrote Chances, i didn't plan that there'd be a continuation. But.... i was thinking...again (i do a lot of that. lol) annnnnd, well. I came up with this one too. Enjoy.
Look at you.
You're so proud of yourself.
You think you're punishing her,
Don't you?
Shame.
Soon, she'll find out
What a liar you are.
Yes, she was wrong.
She mistook your sister for a lover.
You claim she didn't give you a chance.
But really.
Do you deserve one?
Remember that message?
The one that made you step out----->
Not your sister.
Who was it from?
Lisa, Cassandra, Melissa?
Do you remember?
Of course you still do.
It was from that girl.
The one with the chipped tooth.
The dark-skinned girl.
The one you're still seeing.
Your constant bed-mate,
Ama.
What did the message say?
Is it too graphic to recall?
I hope you thank your sister everyday
She was your bell
She saved you.
After all this
Do you sincerely believe
You deserved a chance?
A second try at love?
Another opportunity to lie?
Look at you.
You're so proud of yourself.
You think you're punishing her,
Don't you?
Shame.
Soon, she'll find out
What a liar you are.
Yes, she was wrong.
She mistook your sister for a lover.
You claim she didn't give you a chance.
But really.
Do you deserve one?
Remember that message?
The one that made you step out----->
Not your sister.
Who was it from?
Lisa, Cassandra, Melissa?
Do you remember?
Of course you still do.
It was from that girl.
The one with the chipped tooth.
The dark-skinned girl.
The one you're still seeing.
Your constant bed-mate,
Ama.
What did the message say?
Is it too graphic to recall?
I hope you thank your sister everyday
She was your bell
She saved you.
After all this
Do you sincerely believe
You deserved a chance?
A second try at love?
Another opportunity to lie?
Chances
This is a piece i wrote a few nights ago before i went to bed. I'd been thinking about relationships and insecurity in general. Aaaaaand.... well i was inspired to write. This is what i came up with. Enjoy!
You can taste it, can't you?
That bitter bile.
The angry bile that comes from the pit within,
Through your throat and straight unto your tongue.
You hate it, don't you?
That bile that forms
Only when you see him with another.
Look at him.
He just stepped outside.
Did you notice the light on his phone?
It just blinked.
He's got a message.
You're wondering who it's from.
Wait-!
See that girl over there.
The one in the pink denim skirt.
Oh my goodness!
She's so beautiful.
Did you see that?
They just hugged and she KISSED him!
You don't care that it was just a peck, do you?
Now your blood is boiling.
Your heart.
It's like a knife is slicing through.
The pain- you can feel it in your fingers, in your belly and right down to your toes.
It's clouding your vision, your judgement.
You're seething
And seem unsure of what to do.
He returns and tries to take your hand.
You give him the cold shoulder.
You've got him wondering what could be wrong.
You start screaming at the top of your lungs.
You tell him you want nothing to do with him again.
You're tired of having to compete for his love and affection.
You tell him you just can't do it anymore.
His face crumples and you see a tear.
But you just don't care.
You walk out the door,
Right out of his life.
Now, a few months after,
You're wondering whether you made the right choice.
You're still in love with him
But because your insecurities got the best of you,
You refused to give him a chance.
A chance to explain.
And now you're scared to go back.
Why?
It turns out that that girl,
The beautiful one,
The one in the pink denim skirt,
The one he went out to see-
Is just his sister.
You can taste it, can't you?
That bitter bile.
The angry bile that comes from the pit within,
Through your throat and straight unto your tongue.
You hate it, don't you?
That bile that forms
Only when you see him with another.
Look at him.
He just stepped outside.
Did you notice the light on his phone?
It just blinked.
He's got a message.
You're wondering who it's from.
Wait-!
See that girl over there.
The one in the pink denim skirt.
Oh my goodness!
She's so beautiful.
Did you see that?
They just hugged and she KISSED him!
You don't care that it was just a peck, do you?
Now your blood is boiling.
Your heart.
It's like a knife is slicing through.
The pain- you can feel it in your fingers, in your belly and right down to your toes.
It's clouding your vision, your judgement.
You're seething
And seem unsure of what to do.
He returns and tries to take your hand.
You give him the cold shoulder.
You've got him wondering what could be wrong.
You start screaming at the top of your lungs.
You tell him you want nothing to do with him again.
You're tired of having to compete for his love and affection.
You tell him you just can't do it anymore.
His face crumples and you see a tear.
But you just don't care.
You walk out the door,
Right out of his life.
Now, a few months after,
You're wondering whether you made the right choice.
You're still in love with him
But because your insecurities got the best of you,
You refused to give him a chance.
A chance to explain.
And now you're scared to go back.
Why?
It turns out that that girl,
The beautiful one,
The one in the pink denim skirt,
The one he went out to see-
Is just his sister.
You Are My Inspiration
By your very presence, i am inspired. This note is dedicated to you.
As I stare at the stationery before me,
Thoughts of you engulf my mind.
I never knew I had it in me to express my deepest desires.
From the innermost core of my soul,
To the entire length of my hand,
To the pen grasped by my digits,
My thoughts are engraved on this pad.
When I think of you, I write the most beautiful poetry ever.
When I think of you, I paint the most vivid picture.
When I think of you, I sing the sweetest melody.
Thoughts of you make me strive to be the best I can be.
With you, I let down my guard.
There are no boundaries.
I may be penalized.
And I may be hailed.
But whatever be the case,
I go the extra mile because of you.
You are my inspiration.
As I stare at the stationery before me,
Thoughts of you engulf my mind.
I never knew I had it in me to express my deepest desires.
From the innermost core of my soul,
To the entire length of my hand,
To the pen grasped by my digits,
My thoughts are engraved on this pad.
When I think of you, I write the most beautiful poetry ever.
When I think of you, I paint the most vivid picture.
When I think of you, I sing the sweetest melody.
Thoughts of you make me strive to be the best I can be.
With you, I let down my guard.
There are no boundaries.
I may be penalized.
And I may be hailed.
But whatever be the case,
I go the extra mile because of you.
You are my inspiration.
Pseudo Haiku: Sunset
My cousin Nii Amaah wrote a Haiku and i decided to read about Haikus. I found out the format and said to myself, 'This is easy.' I began to write, and almost halfway through, i decided to read more about them. What a joke! Haikus are much harder than i initially thought. What i'd been writing was Pseudo Haiku. I'd gotten it all wrong. I decided to continue anyway. Will focus on Haikus later. Enjoy.
Thinking about you
I imagine the future.
I am impatient.
You have not arrived.
Better to watch my hair grow.
I am waiting still.
It has been a while.
Sadly, i get up to leave.
I am heartbroken.
You will not appear.
I run as fast i can
Back into my home.
Peaking through the blinds
I am silently wishing
Please come to me now.
Like a dream fulfilled
Executed by genie
I feel your embrace.
Red, orange, golden.
I am filled with happiness.
Welcome, my sunset.
Thinking about you
I imagine the future.
I am impatient.
You have not arrived.
Better to watch my hair grow.
I am waiting still.
It has been a while.
Sadly, i get up to leave.
I am heartbroken.
You will not appear.
I run as fast i can
Back into my home.
Peaking through the blinds
I am silently wishing
Please come to me now.
Like a dream fulfilled
Executed by genie
I feel your embrace.
Red, orange, golden.
I am filled with happiness.
Welcome, my sunset.
Le Nom.
So i'm supposed to be asleep.
I decide to study instead.
Not that i'm doing much of that anyway.
Thoughts of you keep rushing into my head.
With every thought, i feel the blood, the pressure.
Pounding harder and harder everytime.
Who are you?
I try to concentrate.
I decide to write down something i've learnt.
An essay, perhaps.
I start to write down Woodrow Wilson's name.
That's who i'm studying.
But then, i take a look at my page.
And it seems my pen has a mind of its own.
A name appears.
Who are you?
I decide to take a shower.
It's 3.40am, i know.
I head to the bathroom and take of all my clothes.
I turn on the tap and it's cold all around me.
I begin to shiver, but for some reason i like the temperature.
It's refreshing.
Relaxing.
Whatever.
I close my eyes and it happens again.
My head.
Why won't you go away?
Sneaking into my thoughts.
Quickly, i grab my towel.
It's like you're here.
Who are you?
Now i'm back in my room.
I start to read a little bit.
There you are again.
I'm happy now.
I see you.
We're having a conversation.
With you, i have completely let down my guard.
It's like we already know each other.
I don't want this to end.
Suddenly, you have to leave.
It's then that i remember i have not asked you your name.
Just when i begin to speak, you disappear.
The pain.
I close my eyes, wishing you are near.
When i open them, i realize our date was but a dream.
Who are you?
I decide to study instead.
Not that i'm doing much of that anyway.
Thoughts of you keep rushing into my head.
With every thought, i feel the blood, the pressure.
Pounding harder and harder everytime.
Who are you?
I try to concentrate.
I decide to write down something i've learnt.
An essay, perhaps.
I start to write down Woodrow Wilson's name.
That's who i'm studying.
But then, i take a look at my page.
And it seems my pen has a mind of its own.
A name appears.
Who are you?
I decide to take a shower.
It's 3.40am, i know.
I head to the bathroom and take of all my clothes.
I turn on the tap and it's cold all around me.
I begin to shiver, but for some reason i like the temperature.
It's refreshing.
Relaxing.
Whatever.
I close my eyes and it happens again.
My head.
Why won't you go away?
Sneaking into my thoughts.
Quickly, i grab my towel.
It's like you're here.
Who are you?
Now i'm back in my room.
I start to read a little bit.
There you are again.
I'm happy now.
I see you.
We're having a conversation.
With you, i have completely let down my guard.
It's like we already know each other.
I don't want this to end.
Suddenly, you have to leave.
It's then that i remember i have not asked you your name.
Just when i begin to speak, you disappear.
The pain.
I close my eyes, wishing you are near.
When i open them, i realize our date was but a dream.
Who are you?
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