DEMONS.

They are back
They torment me
Make my life unbearable.
They talk to me
You can’t hear them
But I can.
They tell me I am worthless
I do not deserve to have you
I do not deserve to be me
I am useless
Sometimes I argue
Fight until I have no energy left
I chase them away
With myself worth and self esteem
Then there are those days
Like hyena on the prowl
They smell my doubt
Like leeches
They drink my energy and positivity
Sometime I wake with them
Go to sleep with them
Other times they take leave for months on end
When they do come back
They come back with a bang
Leave a dent
That will take months to heal
The cycle goes on and no
Is there a stop to this?
How can I end it?
How can I stop them?

©thelma migue,2010

From the cizoepoetry collection.

Way Back....

I might not know where am coming from,
but i know where i want to go,
i want to go back to the first time,
to when nothing mattered but the passion that flowed between us.
To when we knew nothing but how to love us.
back to those little arguments that made you get that cute wrinkle on your nose, to those breathtaking surprises that made my eyes sparkle
like Tanzanian diamonds in the African sunset
i need to get back to when the shooting stars brought our dreams to reality, to when our single candle outshone this midnight darkness.
We must find our way back to when we wrote each other little missives
on pink and blue writing pad,
to when nothing mattered but us.

Written by Marriam Wabuke.

Beloved....

I remember once you and i,
we conquered the skies,
we owned the sun,
aloft stood our crimson insignia,
complete with a rose natural and true,
and now as the world paints pink,
never to shed a tear but ever to share a joy,
to celebrate a woman,
who smiled in the face of death,
is to celebrate victory,
sweet sweet victory.
yours truly,
Beloved.
Written by Kandie...

PLEASE

I can’t disrespect you
You are bigger than I am
I can’t hate you
The love I have has no bounds
I can’t run away from you
I see you every day in the mirror
And hear your voice in my head
Sometimes you are the voice of reason
Other times you bring my world crushing down
I want to live
You keep pulling me back
Let me live
I have lived with you
I have lived for you
I have sacrificed all I have
If I could give my last breath for you I would
I love and I respect you
Please do not make me choose
Between love and duty
Between the future and the present
Between you and me
I do not want this
I did not ask for this
For a minute see my side
Sometimes things are not black and white
Straight forward and in place
You taught me that
You taught me to follow my heart
Follow what I believe in
Be myself
I am doing what you taught me
I am being me
You know how to get me
With the only thing that matters
All I ask is for your blessing
I do not want anything else
Just you’re blessing.

©thelma migue, 2010

From the cizoepoetry collection

YOU DON’T CALL

Where once it was busy
Silence fills the room
I sit and stare
Till my eyes
Start to tear.
My heart slowly breaks
When I think about my mistake
It didn’t take long
I should have known
It was all for sport.
Now I sit all alone
Staring at the phone
Waiting for you to call
I envision you
Standing in front of me
Me asking
How come you don’t call me anymore?

©thelma migue, 2010

From the cizoepoetry collection

SILENT KILLER

Like a thief in the night
It takes over your life.
Eating from the inside
Slowly dying.
By the time you realize
You are a shell
Waiting to be put six feet under.
Some are lucky
Discover it early.
Other’s ignore it
For the unfortunate few
It’s too late.
Some don’t know it is there
When they discover
It is too late.
Too tired to say goodbye
Thinking you got time.
Teary eyed
You close your eyes and sigh.
You are a shadow of yourself
Your strength was put to the test
Immunity lost and gone
Many have been claimed
Many survived to tell the story
There is a murderer in town
It has a name and many heads
When it invites, introduces itself…..
“Hi my name is cancer. I would like to be your friend”.
Reject, delete.
Walk away, fight and win the battle.

©thelma migue, 2010

From the cizoepoetry collection.

Perfection

Perfection's over-rated;
There's no way to improve
I couldn't imagine living
In such an awful groove.
But thinking of a perfect man,
Is quite another matter.
It conjures up loving thoughts;
My heart - it doesn't shatter.
At long last, I've met this man;
He's perfect, or so it seems.
Though he claims to have his faults
I believe he's from my dreams.
He holds my bags when shopping,
And waits patiently for me.
He rubs my aching shoulders,
Then sits me on his knee.
He wraps his arms around me,
When we go for walks at night.
He tells me that he loves me,
That everything's now right.
He looks into my troubled soul,
And watches when tears fall.
He doesn't judge for yesterday;
Instead, he hears me when I call.
He stares into my open eyes -Those windows to my soul.
He sees how much I love him;
It's then he becomes whole.

Written by Nadia Gopaul.

Shy Baby,,,,

The woman she is,
will part her sugar lips,
and sway her little hips,
to the rhythm of his beat.
Fast and furious,
...slow and curious,
the 'shy baby' dance.

Written by Angie Sambasi