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Curve of Love

by FictionPoetry

Queen “Maya” 
I called 
I called because I wanted to talk to you
I called because I wanted to say hi
I called kuuliza kama kuna chai
I called because I wanted to be sure you are well
I called because I did not want you to be alone
I called, because… Well, I called!

I wrote you a message
I wrote to you to remind you of your worth
I wrote to remind you not to dispair
I wrote to tell you that you should hold on
I wrote to show you love and care
I wrote because… Well, I wrote!

I sent a voice note
I spoke of the memories we have had together
I spoke of the countless conversations by the bridge
I spoke of kangumu and strong tea
I spoke of the couch, the brown couch
I spoke of the bedsitter and its chronicles
I spoke of the journey through the wanted and unwanted
I spoke of the chance I missed to be with you forever
I spoke because… Well, I spoke!

I sent a parcel to you, my dear
I sent a parcel of love and care
I sent hugs and an angel to be with you every moment of the evening
I sent a serenading bird to peep through your window
I sent a silent shadow of me to watch over you as you sleep
I sent a charm of good luck to cover your entire presence
I sent a hand, an extension of God to care for you
I sent my heart to offer comfort
I sent a shoulder
I sent an ear
I sent an eye
I sent my whole being, just for you
I sent it because…. Well, I sent it

The depths will only be understood by you
The steps will only be comprehended by you
For when I talk about memories, I talk you
For when I whisper silly words, they are a song to you
Your intelligence, dear sapiosexual
Your wit, dear human-magnet
Your charm, dear keeper
Your love, hopeless romantic
Are the reason why, here I lay

Is it a boy? Is it a girl?
I search for answers because I want to know
I search for peace because I want to feel
I search for love because I want to live it
I search for identity because I lost you
Yet here I sit, alone
Alone with my mind and crazy love for you
You with whom I can never spend all my life
Life which doesn’t make any sense any more
Any more than your elegant presence
Yet I still ask
Is it a boy? Is it a girl?

~Penguin~

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To You

by with No Comment Creative StoriesFictionPoetryRomance

That was the moment I talked to you

For the serenade voice I listened to you

My heart knew right there I wanted you

Love to build together with you

My heart came out and sounded out to you

I have not much but love for you

Whatever the journey let me go with you

And I still sit here hoping, to hear from you.

 

When you say it, oh dear girl

My hear is waiting to love and care

My soul is waiting to cherish and embrace

My mind is focused on everything and anything

The brakes you pulled are waiting for release

The three words be the key to the lock

A lock of the world we will enjoy

And I still sit here hoping, to hear from you.

 

I met you by the cool pool

A befitting dress made all look and feel cool

Your taste of phone made your class sky cool

Your hug made my chest-thumping cool

You knew I had said the words before in full

“I love you” was not a piece of old wool

And yet you are glued right on the stool

And I still sit here hoping, to hear from you.

 

I have done my best for the test

I have shown my taste for the best

You seem to have a quest for no guest

But am waiting for some fest

I am giving it to you a test

Embrace the love I give if you can

Lock my heart in your tin of caring can

As I still sit here hoping, to hear from you.

 

And when you decide to say the three words

Know what they mean with their open studs

Am not looking for a bazooka bayonet

Am not looking for mental whips and sticks

If you can’t be a lady, dump the tricks

If I can’t be a man, pass by the sticks

Chandelier love drops and dries

Yet here I wait and hope, to hear from you

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My Name is Chris

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My name is Chris, I am three,
My eyes are swollen, I cannot see,
I must be stupid, I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better,
I wish I weren’t ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can’t do a wrong
I cant speak at all
Or else I’m locked up
All day long.

When I’m awake I’m all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren’t home
When my mommy does come home
I’ll try and be nice,
So maybe I’ll just get
One whipping tonight.

I just heard a car, My daddy is back
From Chariles bar, I hear him curse
My name is called, I press myself
Against the wall, I try to hide
From his evil eyes, I’m so afraid now
I’m starting to cry

He finds me weeping
Calls me ugly words,
He says it’s my fault
He suffers at work.
He slaps and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And run to the door

He’s already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken,

“I’m sorry!”, I scream
But it’s now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into an unimaginable shape
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!

And he finally stops
And heads for the door
While I lay there motionless
Brawled on the floor
I cry for mommy help
You silly piece of meat
It is your fault am obese
It is your fault I have a cold
It is your fault, all of it.

Daddy sits at his corner seat
Sipping more muratina and cigar
Mommy finds my helpless body on the floor
She kicks me in anger
She yells how I anger
It’s her turn to turn me in out
By mistake I cry and call out
Daddy comes and joins the party
Whips and sticks my back cracks
What have I done?

Dear father, dear mother,
Don’t be like my daddy and mommy
Love the kid you have
She may be all that you have
Encourage him and care for him
Let him not end up like me
My name is Chris
I am three,
Tonight my daddy and mommy
They murdered me.