By Pretty Cold; the life that once in me lived Bloody, the tools that had been used To suck out every piece of life, Every
By Sheila Mumbo Finding myself dead on the floor, Withered like a plucked petal, Hands shaking and head spinning, I can hear my voice from
By Gladys Gachanja I stare hard at my slender naked body, So smooth yet so flawed. Curves so gentle, almost nonexistent. I look hard at
When the winds are stillAnd the sails are rolled upThe gulls gliding overDropping what they bearDropping it right over my headwill you then smile It’s
Our brains are intrinsically prone to error. We can be kinder to ourselves when we make mistakes, because we are inherently imperfect beings. Mistakes are natural.
Perhaps I’m a foolBut I like to believe I’m oneOne who has stumbled upon theLove of fantasy…… Muzamir
It was gifted to us from the supreme.It all started from that gift which is only inherited from us;That we gave the world an enchanting
By Sheila Mumbo You asked me to hold you like I wanted you, To kiss you like my life depended on your lips, But I’m
By Gladys Gachanja Green with deep desire. Desire to carry her own seed. Hearts heavy like thunder. Heavy with cruel insults hurled at her for
The past was once our present. There was a time it was our future but now, you know what it is.
The past is not your enemy. When used well, it is an asset, a reference point.