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.

Tuesday, February 25, 2014


We never knew how it happened but it happened still,
We just drifted away from each other.
Slowly, softly and quietly,
Just like that,
We became apart.
Years came and went
and before we knew it,
we were many valleys, ridges and chasms apart.

At first it was easy to apportion,
blame on tight work schedules,
endless commitments and anything else that easily came our way and looked like an easy excuse was promptly snapped up as a handy prop to fend our silly explainations,
but we were actually lying to ourselves,
glad for the momentary
escape from the truth.

Now we are many years apart,
many miles adrift and many hearts so far away from each other,
Was it meant to be this way?
If so,
I will know peace
And if not,
I will still steel myself for the illicit stolen moments.

And these were the thoughts that swam through her mind,
As she sipped black and potent coffee late at night,
While blankly watching CNN,
Like a sweet and compromised zombie.

Written by Ayoub Mzee Mzima

Friday, February 14, 2014


Like a thief in the night,
You stole my heart,
Broke into my cage,
Broke the glass,
Took my property.

Like a begger,
You begged for a favor,
Our eyes met,
My lips parted,
Your words became mine.

Like a moth to a flame,
Your current drew me,
Like a spider in a web,
Caught in the trap,
The more i fight,
The tighter the bond.

Like a policeman,
You burst in,
Arrested me,
Sentenced me,
My crime,
Forbidden love.

You are all over my heart,
Like a bad rash,
You left your love print,
Like a tatoo,
It is permanent.

Someone help me,
Slap me with reality,
Spank me with reason,
Before i drown.

© thelma migue, 2014

A cizoepoetry collection.

Monday, February 10, 2014


Come here child,
I see tears in your eyes,
You are hurt,
Your heart is bleeding,
Don't worry,
Lay your head on my chest,
While i wrap my wings of love around you.

Everynight you cry,
Everyday you bleed,
I stand beside you,
You are helpless,
Asking the why's.

Self doubt sets in,
The dark gets darker,
Can't see the light,
Wonder if it was worth it,
Walked the stony path,
Got hurt and brusied.

I hold your hand,
Stroke your hair,
Dry your tears,
My heart aches for you,
My wings secure you with love,
I can't hold you back,
I can guide you,
Be there for you,
Whisper assurance,
Fill you with hope,
Watch you as you sleep,
Chase the demons.

My work is to guard,
My work is to guide,
Our lifelines are entwined,
Your secrets are my secrets,
Your joys are my joys,
Your sorrows are my sorrows,
My love is unconditional,
I will always be beside you,
Till your last breath.

© thelma migue, 2014

A cizoepoetry collection

Thursday, January 30, 2014


Goofy smile on my face
Warm fuzziness making my heart pace
Thought it would never be able to replace
Face all pink and flushed
My new makeup for today.

Excited when i hear that beep
Instantly getting back chills
The flow in our conversation
And the polite tease
Physically meeting gets us in a fixed trance
Us because we
Unknowingly confess
Of what we'd do
How we'd do
Talk, jump, sit, bum
And if we had just a chance
This one time you ask why
My heart is with another
But the constant beeps
Gets me this new makeup.

Written by Silent.

Tuesday, January 21, 2014


Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't want me?
Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't like this?
Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't want more?
Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't lust?

I will look you in the eyes and tell you what my heart feels;
How it skips a beat when i hear the phone beep,
How it does jumping jacks when i see your caller ID,
How my tummy gets butterflies anticipating and waiting for your fly ass to pass by,
How my tummy gets the runners,
How my knees go weak when you speak,
How my skin feels like it has been electrocuted by your soft touch,
How my lips tingle after your kisses,
How time comes to a standstill when i look in your eyes and see them sparkling like the stars,
How my hands shake when i touch you,
How i feel so secure in your embrace,
How your voice sends shivers down my spine.

Boy, you have no idea how you have made this grown woman weak.

I could tell you this and more if i looked you in the eyes but

I am tongue tied.

© thelma migue,2014

A cizoepoetry collection

Thursday, January 9, 2014


I love my imperfection
It reminds me of who i am
It reminds me of my flaws
My ups
My downs
My yesterday, today and tomorrow.

It has been a journey
Sometimes i lock myself up in shame
Sometimes i walk out, talk and not let it get in my way
Sometimes i have self doubt
Even though i am loved i still doubt

Times i get mad
Throw tantrums
Break mirrors, glass and furniture
Cry myself like a baby
And ask why
That little voice whispers...

Times i wished for perfection
Perfect body
Perfect shape
The only perfect "person" i know is barbie
If i was like her
I guess i would be plastic perfect.

My imperfection makes me human.

©thelma migue, 2014

A cizoepoetry collection

Friday, January 3, 2014


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Wednesday, January 1, 2014


My distraction

My deception

My attraction

The reason i stumble, fall and mumble

My smile

My laugh

My tears

My pain

My all

My call

I love you more than life itself

Your in my thoughts

My dreams

The reason my heart beats

My yesterday,today and tomorrow

My present and future

The perfect partner

Your the reason i can't get enough of this tune.

©thelma migue, 2014

A cizoepoetry collection