Tuesday, February 26, 2013


A five letter word
It is fragile like glass
Once broken it cannot be put back together
If attempted
It resembles a cracked mirror.

This five letter word
Beautiful to the ears
Its silence is golden
We cannot live without it
It cures our headaches
It heals our heartaches
It has a calm that caresses like the wind.

This word is so precious
It solves conflicts
It is the reason peace deals are signed
Broken families restored
We cannot live without it
We can’t live without it
Even in death it has its relevance.

Written by Thelma Migue.

Thursday, February 21, 2013


Back here full of smiles and giggles
happy and cheerful like the Christmas carols
you come into my world and make all of this worthwhile
I can go out again, comfortable and secure
not like I wasn't before, but you make it better
you make it whole,
 better yet, we make it whole
night after night we treasure
and all day it still won’t come to measure
years split from my twin, but this happiness is the best answer
loving this night that seemed like all other nights
all with fun, joy and pamper
we danced and drank, spending like you were a banker
just as we usually do
living life and getting high in this love brew
finally becoming one with you as well as your close boys
so close that it didn't bother me how close
the smoke, the shots in the various chateaus
not knowing it would be one of my woes
waking up nude in your bed
capsuled up in yester night’s rocking
whirls and deep strokes so captivating
new feeling but I sure trust my future groom
hard to open my eyes due to the spinning room
breathless from all this,
caught up in all this bliss
loving this feeling, turning to kiss your cheek
and your friend’s face turns me weak
checking the edge on my far left
you’re there on the floor blacked out
and worse still, fully dressed
close friend indeed
teary and weaker, I picked myself up
cleaned up and left.

Silent for two weeks and you ask me why,
seems it’s a routine, one of the girls fallen in the web
caught and hooked so well, that you played and hung onto
wishing I’d have brought my twin up to speed now that things are askew
beating herself up for she might have been next
no one to tell since they don’t know who
left alone in a dark place with nothing but a wall to lean on
a wall since a shoulder is forgone
hate to cool and turn from red to amber
maybe then time shall come for one to care.

Written by Silent

Tuesday, February 19, 2013


Scrolling through my contacts

Looking for your name

I had thought about you all day

Seeing your smile on every stranger

Feeling your kiss on my check from the breeze

Imagining myself sitting next you

Thighs touching

Emotions rising

The chemistry stirring

Stirring like a witches pot

I gathered up the courage

Dialed your number

One, two, three

I was just about to hung up

My heart skipped a beat when I heard your deep baritone

Smooth and sexy

Oh….the goose bumps

The blood rushed to my face

My juices began to spill

Hello! Hello!

Hi darling. How are you?

I am sorry? Who is this?

My heart stopped beating

The blood drained from my face

Tears began to cloud my eyes

In between sobs I muttered incoherently

He doesn’t remember me!

OMG!!! He doesn’t remember me!

© thelma migue, 2013

A cizoepoetry collection

Monday, February 18, 2013


She gets goose bumps

When she sees him online

Her heart skips a beat

When his IM pops up

She watches as he types a million words

She replies with one word

Every word he types feels personal

It is like he is talking to my soul

Stroking her heart

Caressing her body

Sometimes she logs out

Then makes it look like her connection is faulty

She dreams of him every night

She can feel him hold her

Kiss her

Make tender love to her

Do the unthinkable

Twenty years her senior

And Worlds apart

Sometimes she feels like he is

Next to her

© thelma migue, 2013

A cizoepoetry collection

Saturday, February 16, 2013


Love was the blueprint

We built these walls

Our sweat furnished the place

Our trust was our security

Our dream was the goal

One word

That was the sledge hammer

Like a house of cards

It all came tumbling down.

© thelma migue, 2013

A cizoepoetry collection

Thursday, February 14, 2013


If I can describe what I feel in one word

You will think I am lying

Why you will ask

Because I play with you

Because I play with your mind

Because you intrigue me

Your mystery is my curiosity

I want to get to know every part of you

Not just your body

Your mind

Corrupt your heart

Steal its purity

Instill my impurity


I have to stop myself

If I am not careful

You will become my drug

You will be the one I want

Three times a day

Maybe more

I will dream of you

Dream of things I have not thought of in a while

While I still have the strength

You will remain

© thelma migue, 2013

A cizoepoetry collection

Wednesday, February 13, 2013


Falling into this sequel over again, this time, less daunting
this same sequel that my head knows it’s cruel ending
being well versed with  its games and enslaving adrenaline rush
bringing all sorts of heated emotional gush
entrapped in this new being that forgot what the past fire was like
smoke from the previous fire burn blown by our mutual bond
back to start over again, wondering less how I will respond
the one and only sequel that my heart ends up paining
right after I last lost hope with him and saw his signs of bailing
left alone once again with memorable scars
scars that would come to pass like smoke from the cigars
smoke blown by our actions, our talks and the bond
back to the start over again, wondering less how I will respond
and yes, falling into this same sequel, again I say, less daunting
letting things flow, nothing coming to me as a blow
living life with a certain glow, feeling all mellow
loving your company just as you love mine
this I know from your sweet whispers in the night
getting chills all over through my spine
simple gestures yet charming
the words to explain are turned in ways to express
your firm grip and gentle caress
I want to stay back, this I so much confess
and nothing will explain how you came to steal
so we call it a night and a kiss is used as it’s seal

Written by Silent.

Tuesday, February 12, 2013


I get butterflies

Enough is not enough

I want more


Some More

More and More

If I didn't have a sense of morality

I would be all over you like a sugar ant.

© thelma migue, 2013

A cizoepoetry collection.


Just because I smile when I look at you
Doesn’t mean I dig you.

Just because I walk up to you and say hi
It doesn’t mean I am that into you.

Just because I like you more than a friend
That does not mean I am in love with you.

Just because I hang out with you
Invite you to the pub on a Friday night with my boys
It doesn’t mean I have future plans with you.

Just because I come to pick you up at work
It doesn’t mean I was thinking about you the whole day
I was in the area and decided to pass by
Get to see you and see if I am closer to score.

Just because I invite you into my house
Let you cook for me in my kitchen
Stock my fridge with food for a week
Clean my house and wash my clothes
That doesn’t mean I want to marry you.

I may hang out with you

Let you into my world

Call you after 10pm

Pick you up

Party with you

Flirt with you

Dance erotic dances with you

And lead you on

It just means I want…..

© thelma migue, 2013

A cizoepoetry collection

Sunday, February 10, 2013


Stagnating in thought as you sit there and talk, it feels right when we are together and converse,
encircled with the dream of you and I
then the change of we when with others awkwardly feels wrong
forced, hidden and not to be brought up
staying silent was my mistake
scared to step into the run
the run to cover this mile of emotions of lust, love, trust, understanding,
trying to make myself care less and searching for faults for this to stop
whatever this is,
this seasonal sweet caress
then again, our being together made me care less
you took your stand and my seasonal thought came to mind and my silence made it worse
my mistake for not finding out history,
working on being strong and mysterious only to make the fall harder
the seasonal sweet caress  was bound to have its seasonal gravitational fall
the harder it is to penetrate and figure things out,
the more force is used
the more the marks are made
the more history got relayed
explaining my feelings won’t count as much,
I’m not counting to living a lie with you
it was certain that this did not exist,
just as I made the seasonal outcome not exist
and put an end to its life
it’s time to wipe off what I’ve bleed
the mix of hurt and hate would leave me for dead
I mattered less when with you,
the torment of you to care came to an end
smiling and nodding as we converse and silently waiting for you to hush,
 to wrap this up and head on to our mid morning rush
feeling the rise and fall in temperature with mixed emotions,
suppressing them with hidden signs,
from the hidden signs that I could have seen if not compelled,
time to be free and survive by myself,
better left forgotten,
thrown out together with the dirty rug of the dried up blood,
silence being the mistake,
now for it to be the certainty of wellness,
so I smile and leave these very thoughts unspoken.

Written by Silent. 

Friday, February 8, 2013


She stands at the bus stop

She checks her phone

Re-checks if it is working

Just to be sure

She dials a toll free number

Yes, it is working


Time passes

One hour

Two hours

Her smile

Turns to a frown

Then to worry

Her legs begin to get tired

She shifts from one foot to the next

Her throat is patched with thirst

Her tummy begins to growl with hunger

Where is he?

Is he ok?

Why has he not called?

Why isn't he picking my calls?

She walks home

Head hanging low

Lies on the bed

Cries herself to sleep

In the evening

Her phone beeps

It is a text message

It reads

“Hey babe! Just seen your missed calls.I blacked out and just woke up. Hope your day was ok? Catch up laterz.”

© thelma migue, 2013

A cizoepoetry collection

Wednesday, February 6, 2013


Tough on the outside
Soft on the inside
Hearts of gold
Mouths that spit fire
Opinions of their own
They can hold their own
No one can hold them down
They conquer the universe

Three are mothers
They treasure their children
They will protect them no matter what
Mess with them and you suffer their wrath
Winners both in the boardroom and in the home
You don’t believe me
Look at their kids

Three single ladies
If a man can win their hearts – God bless him
Yet to kiss a few frogs
Winners in what they do and conquer
Ready to conquer the world
Armed to the teeth

They have an aura of seriousness
This can be lost to a whole lot of silliness
Beautiful women
Hearts of gold
They remind me of……

© thelma migue, 2012

A cizoepoetry collection

Dedicated to the five most beautiful women. :-)