Sunday, December 6, 2015


Looking through the window,
You draw me in,
Resist I must,
Resist I can’t,
I want you,
Not for the moment,
Not for an hour, minute or a second,
I want you now.
I get a whiff of you,
My nostrils come alive,
My body gets goose bumps all over,
I smile secretly.

Steal just a little taste,
My lips brush you,
No time to loose,
Must I give up in,
Must I give up,
Can’t I have both?
Pretty please.

I get down on my knees,
Wish upon my lucky star,
Nothing’s easy,
Nothing’s perfect,
I want both,
Like a kid in the candy store,
I want all.
All shiny and rough.
Comfortable and gruff,
Soft and tough,

“Excuse miss? That will be a total 2000.” says the attendant
“Huh?” I reply
“Your total is 2000 for the two books.” Repeats the attendant
“Oh yeah! Sorry.” I say as I hand him the cash.
“Have a good day,” He says
“Yeah,” I mumble as I walk out and bump into ...

© thelma migue, 2015

A cizoepoetry collection.

Tuesday, May 26, 2015


can't say I love him,
won't deny it,
He means more to me,
More than life,
I can’t tell him,
I choose not to let him know.

Why? You ask,
Why? I ask,
Good question,
Why can't I let him know?

Letting him know means letting go,
Declaring my love to him makes me his slave,
Professing my love for him makes me weak,
In that weakness,
I begin to resent him,
In resenting him,
I resent me.

I begin to hate what I am,
What I saw in him and most of all what I love about him.
I start to push him away,
I keep to myself,
Keep away from him and later avoid him.

I will cry for him,
Yearn got him,
Crave for him,
Hate myself for letting him walk,
All of this I do in secret.

My soul is cold,
Mt heart is stone,
It’s funny,
What I long for is what I loathe most.

I am my own enemy.

© thelma migue, 2014.

A cizoepoetry collection

Wednesday, December 3, 2014


I roll my eyes
Type my fears
Almost feels like the end is near
My ears are tired from hearing and listening
My fingers are tired from all the typing.

I look out of the window
There she is
Carefree as the birds
Sweet as a dove
Innocent as the baby born last night

Her smile is genuine
You can see the shine in her eyes
You can see the twinkle in her smile
Her lips are pink with a touch of red
From the bite of her teeth

She sings in a tuneless tone
But it has a lot of soul
She speaks to the birds
Whispers to the bees
Whistles with the wind
All the while strolling through the field

Her hair glows in the sun
It flows down her back
Sways back and forth
As she dances to a beat that only she can hear

Her heart has not been scared
It is whole with no trace of hurt, regret or pain
I wish she could stay that way
Never cry
Never hear a lie
Never die
Live her life in that happy bubble
Surrounded by love and life

© thelma migue, 2014

A cizoepoetry collection

Wednesday, November 19, 2014


It has been a while since i saw you
It has been a while since I spoke to you
Last night you came knocking at my door
I let you in
You kissed me
Caressed me
Your touch and kisses
Reminded me of how much I have missed you

It has been so long since a man touched me like you do
You know all the right spots
How to get me mourning
When to make me cry
How to stop me breathing
Your appetite is insatiable

We don’t need to talk
The eyes say it all
My response is the answer
Over and over you go
Playing with me
Exploring me
Teaching me
Our minds are in sync

It has been like this since I can remember
You are the reason I sin, fall and get up again
You are the air that I breathe
You are the reason I am alive
Godammit you are so bad
But taste so damn good

Stay with me
We can watch the sunrise and watch it set
Eat, breathe and drink love
What do you say?
Say yes…

All this would be true

If that damn alarm clock didn’t have to wake me up from this dream.

© thelma migue, 2014

A cizoepoetry collection.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014


You have this notion,
You have this perception,
You have this idea,
I can't do this,
I can't do that,
It's way beyond my thinking capacity.

I ain't fragile,
I ain't breakable,
I ain't that girl who you seem to think can't think,
I ain't for show,
I sure ain't for display.

You can't pick me up when the need be,
Put me back when you see fit,
If you can't handle me being me,
I sure ain't going to fit in "your" world,
Oh no!
If you can't take me as i am,
Please walk out the door.

© thelma migue, 2014
A cizoepoetry collection.

Friday, April 25, 2014


Do i make your heart bleed?

Do i make you plead?

Do i make you scream my name in the middle of the night?

Do i make you feel so good inside to the point you want to die?

Do i make you believe?

Do i take you so far?

Do i make you see visions or is your vision blurry?

Do i make you ask for more, need more, yearn more and plead more?

Do i make you feel so good you want to hold on so tight till your hands begin to ache and your legs shake to the snake dance?

Do i make you think about me 24/7 and in every waking moment you want me next to you, close to you, a part of you but i am apart from you?

Do i make you reach out, scream my name, hold your pain and maybe bleed in vain?

Do i?

I see your eyes dilate.

I see your fingers do the itchy dance dying to touch me.

I see your lips part in anticipation.

I see you undress me in your mind.

I see it all.

You want it all.


Do i?

© thelma migue, 2014

A cizoepoetry collection.

Friday, April 4, 2014


I had to stand in the mirror to confirm if I was really.. Me,
For I've been named sasha in a world that's so fierce,
To tell you the truth,
I have lied in a court that actually proved my innocence.
But I still found myself locked behind the metalluic door - conscience....

I am not ready to see myself,
Let alone face the world,
My mind is a battle field,
Thoughts that keep shooting bullets,
Hiting where it hurts most.
The demons have come out to play,
This time they are loaded with ammunition,
that's worse than a nuclear weapon,
Free me from this prison,
Free me from this invisible prison,
Pour the blood of Jesus on me,
Free me from this mental slavery.

They don't try to be me,
I try to be them,
I cry for i can't beat them but join them,
Cocooned in a lions den and my name ain't Daniel,
Must i eat their fun,
but choke in pain,
Mental i may be but they are out and i am insane,
I wore a dress to feel like a woman,
But i just needed to man up,
Water fell my love for you through the valley of death,
Just to quench your heart desires
But you were an angel in disguise.
I need out!!

Locked in chains,
Shackled in leg irons,
I stole, begged and fought for you,
I wanted to fit in.
I thought fitting in meant
Imitating you,
Thinking like you,
Partaking in your vices,
I was so wrong.
When you walked,
Said you were tired,
Had your fill,
And your belly was full,
I was left empty and alone with nothing,
Just my broken soul.
When shit hit the fan,
And you ran,
I realized you were toxic,
Worse than the chemical with the skeleton,
I am wading through the muck,
Finding my way through it all,
I heard you were asking about me,
Don't worry about me,
I wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole,
Trust me,
I thank God i met you,
You taught me,
The only trust i can trust is the rubber called trust.
You need out,
Please speed out,
I need my peace,
Peace i'm out.

Hmmm women....... Life!

Written by ©Poeta and ©Cizoe Poetry.