Jumia

Thursday, August 25, 2011

LOVE VS TORMENT

I have this person
He has a soul, a heart and beautiful smile.
I love him with all my heart
I wouldn’t think of being with another
Secretly, I call him my soul mate.
He has the ability to make me cry, laugh and blush all at a go.
My heart skips a beat when I hear his voice
My body longs to lie next to him
I long to watch him make sweet love to me
Lick me in all the appropriate places
Kiss me softly and tenderly
Hold me in his big, muscled powerful arms
He is my king, my love, and my life.
I write this with tears in my eyes
I love this man so much
I would almost die for him
What I long for is to carry his seed
And be the person through whom the continuity of his name flourishes and grows.
What separates is not the sea
Neither is it air but tracks and tracks of land
He lives where there are no trees
Just tracks of land as far as the eye can see
The place is so hot
You could fry an egg on his forehead head.
I wouldn’t look at another man
I am satisfied and happy with the man I love.

On the other hand
I know a man
Not big and strong but has the mind of a fox
He is smart, diligent and cunning
He waits in the shadows
Tells me sweet nothings
Tries to woo me
He goes straight to the point
Confesses he is interest
When I refuse
He tries a different tactic
And I still refuse
Now, he is sweet, funny and all that
Doesn’t flash his money like before
Asks for coffee dates, lunch dates
Sometimes calls in the late evening
Just to find out how I am
Asks about what matters in my life
He says he can offer me the world
If I just give in and do his bidding
I recognize this character
This thing that tries to tempt me
God forbid I give in.

When you choose a certain path in life
Decide to stay true
Temptation tends to come your way
Sometimes you are not aware
Other times it is there for what it is
I am who I am
I stand for what I want
And what I value most
I am not ready to give up a lifetime
Just for a night of pleasure.

©cizoe, 2011

From the cizoepoetry collection

DEPTH OF ME

I feel strange
I feel like my body is not my own
Like each and every part of my body
Is being pulled from different angles
I t is like my spirit has left me
And there is a demon inside me
Right now
I want to scream at the top of my lungs
When I try
No sound comes out
It feels like someone has passed judgment on me
Telling me how to live
Making me do what they want
It is pretty confusing
Sometimes annoying
Gravity keeps pulling me down
Life has a smoke screen
My relationship is not for me to command
My life is going in the opposite direction
My head is pounding
I can feel each and every pain
Like needles been stuck through me
My heart is numb
I can’t feel a thing
I have no emotion
No strength to carry on
I am a fighter
I love a challenge
But this time
I do not have any fight left in me.
Every other time I have to feel
Like I am drowning in defeat
Nobody understands
Nobody cares to understand
Nobody wants to understand
What would you do?


©thelma migue, 2011

From the cizoepoetry collection

Saturday, August 20, 2011

MORE

I have been patiently waiting for the DJ play my favorite song
I walk to the dance floor
I start to dance
Move my body to the beat
Sway to the electricity in the music
The song and I become one
It is almost like
No it is like
Like we are making love
We consummate at the height
Get to the climax
Over and over it goes on
Every part of my body screams
Every fiber in my being is screaming
Louder and louder it gets
The animal in me escapes
When I look in the mirror
I see a different person
I push to the limit
Squeeze every ounce
Till the very last drop
Up and Down
Side to side
Shake every muscle
My body is hot
Like I have a fever
Like a drug
I want
I need
I have to get…

© thelma migue, 2011

From the cizoepoetry collection

Monday, August 15, 2011

NUISANCE

There are certain things I am immune to
One, is your sorry ass
Two, I can’t stand your sorry sight
Three, sometimes I want to hit you.
It has been long since I felt
Nothing towards another
There is something about loud mouths
There is more than meets the eye
Well that is my opinion
Buy hey,
Don’t mess with me
You don’t scare me
My anger has turned to pity
You may think you are everything
In my world you are nothing but a nuisance.

©thelma migue, 2010

From, the cizoepoetry collection