Step, creak, step, creak! the floor boards speak to me as I slowly tremble on its hard, splintery wood. Each step feels so daring. I feel danger crawling up my dangling spine. Thump, thump, my moyo tries to refuse to my wishes of moving forward. Nothing has happened so far.
I carefully make my way towards the forbidden wooden chair. Creeeeeeek! goes the kiti, kiti cha as I lower my self to its level and sit on it. SHHHHHHHH!
“What was that?” I whisper to my self with my eyes wide open. I slowly start to climb the fence to view the streets of emptiness and quietness. My moyo starts to beat even louder. Thump, thump. I slowly turn my anxious head to look. But it was only a car passing kwa my house.
I carefully make my way towards the forbidden wooden chair. Creeeeeeek! goes the kiti, kiti cha as I lower my self to its level and sit on it. SHHHHHHHH!
“What was that?” I whisper to my self with my eyes wide open. I slowly start to climb the fence to view the streets of emptiness and quietness. My moyo starts to beat even louder. Thump, thump. I slowly turn my anxious head to look. But it was only a car passing kwa my house.
your mistakes don't define you, now. they don't tell wewe who you're not, au who wewe can never be. what's it take to get wewe to say you'll try? you've got to live this life like it's the only one you've got. what would wewe say, what would wewe do, if this was your last day? so, wewe found out today that life's not the same. not quite as good as yesterday.
and, yes, i know it hurts & i know your pain, but u never gave up this easily befor. such a beautiful thing to just throw away. i think wewe need to know that, of all the colors that wewe shine, this is surely not your best, it's really not your style. wewe should think about what wewe do, befor wewe do it, over and over again. i know wewe feel alone, that know one can figure wewe out, but wewe sould know that we just upendo to see wewe smile.i know wewe feel like you're lost, feel like you've drifted way to far away, but we can help wewe come back.
and, yes, i know it hurts & i know your pain, but u never gave up this easily befor. such a beautiful thing to just throw away. i think wewe need to know that, of all the colors that wewe shine, this is surely not your best, it's really not your style. wewe should think about what wewe do, befor wewe do it, over and over again. i know wewe feel alone, that know one can figure wewe out, but wewe sould know that we just upendo to see wewe smile.i know wewe feel like you're lost, feel like you've drifted way to far away, but we can help wewe come back.
Example of the Maiden
The Man With No Eyes Collection (1): The Actor
Sundown, sunrise.
Big smile!
(Tired eyes.)
I vanish into thin air.
An actor never fails.
(Lies.)
To give the world a rousing show
(While begging to be recognized.)
To shine as brightly as the sun
Upon the kiti cha enzi that we’ve devised.
A patchwork-quilt protagonist
A villain from the shadow realm
The work of the illusionist
When I, the actor, take the helm.
“Hey, wouldn’t it be cool to see…”
The whisper marks my story’s birth.
The audience will gather ‘round.
(The jury to decide my worth.)
"The Man With No Eyes" is a series of poems, all of which are unfolding from one character's point of view. They are meant to represent an ongoing journey. So if wewe liked this one, stay tuned for more. :)
Sundown, sunrise.
Big smile!
(Tired eyes.)
I vanish into thin air.
An actor never fails.
(Lies.)
To give the world a rousing show
(While begging to be recognized.)
To shine as brightly as the sun
Upon the kiti cha enzi that we’ve devised.
A patchwork-quilt protagonist
A villain from the shadow realm
The work of the illusionist
When I, the actor, take the helm.
“Hey, wouldn’t it be cool to see…”
The whisper marks my story’s birth.
The audience will gather ‘round.
(The jury to decide my worth.)
"The Man With No Eyes" is a series of poems, all of which are unfolding from one character's point of view. They are meant to represent an ongoing journey. So if wewe liked this one, stay tuned for more. :)
I'm setting here looking at a paused televisheni screen and i soon think to myself is that the way that our life is life when we are put on hold.
If tht's the case then why are we not able to do the work that we have been meant to do forever,
how can the people in our lives trust us for the decisions that we make in our daily lives that we live.
are we really meant to be th people that we are meant to be au are we just passing through this earth with no-where to go but down, that is what i think about when i see a paused tv.
so what do wewe think about this journal entry that i just wrote wewe need to think about what i alisema and give me your best anwsers that wewe can give.
thnx erie morgan maples
If tht's the case then why are we not able to do the work that we have been meant to do forever,
how can the people in our lives trust us for the decisions that we make in our daily lives that we live.
are we really meant to be th people that we are meant to be au are we just passing through this earth with no-where to go but down, that is what i think about when i see a paused tv.
so what do wewe think about this journal entry that i just wrote wewe need to think about what i alisema and give me your best anwsers that wewe can give.
thnx erie morgan maples
