Episode 1
I’ve been dead for a while,
Longer than I can remember,
I’ve been trapped,
Ripped,
Raped,
Crushed,
Damaged,
And cursed,
Maybe.
I’ve forgotten feelings,
What they feel like,
What makes them,
Cuz they diminished,
Disappeared tracelessly,
Or even if they still exist,
And even if I did feel,
I’d never know,
Because I never really learnt,
Or lived in my feelings.
Like a caged animal,
The bars have been my home,
The holes in my skull,
The only hope of a life once lived,
The reigning reality,
Of the insane caves,
The hits and misses,
The fits and throws,
The sound of metal,
The music I’ve had to adapt to.
Silverware clanking,
Mating with the floor,
And like reunited lovers,
My food kisses the floor,
But that’s just a memory,
Maybe I’m not dead after all.
Death has been my cousin for long,
And more often than once,
I’ve wished to visit there,
But they wouldn’t let me.
I thought relatives could meet each other,
Or maybe I’m important after all.
I see a flicker of hope,
Or maybe it’s just another trap,
Uncertainty creeps in,
This new reality is crazy,
This feeling,
This hope,
This batch of happiness,
This excitement,
But maybe this new beginning,
Is all I’ve always needed.
I’m not going to lie,
Living is an illusion,
But withering is a curse,
So I try to will myself,
Readying myself for this,
For my reboot,
The major system reboot,
The live I’ve always wanted,
Not that I’ll ever admit.
The sun seems brighter,
The rains warmer,
The cold shady,
The winds strangely calm,
But as always or maybe not,
For the first time in my death,
Fresh air doesn’t seem like a bad idea,
Maybe hope was all I needed.
©Osprey✒
Episode 2
Standing up at the peak,
It felt so good, safe and secure,
I felt happy to be home,
I had all I wanted,
I was where I had always wished,
Deep down in my heart was a real feeling,
I wished the end would never come,
Then came the rain,
With thunder and lightening,
The winds blew away all I had,
Hailstones hit me really hard,
The storm became unbearable,
But I held on,
With the little strength I had, I fought,
I did all I could,
Sadly, painfully,
There came a deafening thunder,
There was darkness everywhere,
I couldn’t see or move,
I died..
Only to wake up at the bottom,
To pick myself up was something I couldn’t,
There you came,
Held me up,
Held me close,
Smiled, and gave me life again,
You made me happy,
And promised to fight all with me,
In your shoulders I leaned on,
In your heartbeat I felt the love,
And I gave you my all,
Slowly we walked in the path of life,
It felt good and cool,
The higher we went the cooler it became,
And at the mountain we were once again,
I smiled it felt good,
I came closer,
Just to give you a thank you kiss,
But you pushed me,
And sadly I fell,
Hitting the ground so hard,
Broken into pieces,
You watched, smiling,
Holding my heart you laughed,
Throwing it up and down,
You hit it on a rock,
Breaking it into pieces as I painfully watched,
I cried for help,
No tears,just painful scream,
And my cry was a tune you enjoyed,
You danced to my screams,
You smiled at my pain,
You felt happy, mission accomplished
You had done nothing but a great achievement,
A goal that you had always wanted,
Now am down, just hoping and wishing,
That one day you’ll join me,
So that you’ll feel how am feeling,
And maybe,
That’s when I’ll smile too?
©Mom’s gal✍?
Episode 3
By the looks of it,
Twas years since life drained out of her,
She worked her heart out,
Trying to prove herself,
She had to show people she was worthy,
Of being treated as a human,
Her husband was no different,
Beating her soul out,
Anytime she mentioned being the queen of her tribe,
She wanted to change her peoples culture,
But introducing education made her a rebel,
Worst still she wanted to stop FGM,
An abomination,
And since the only way a girl became a woman was through circumcision,
She was banished from her clan??…
Upon looking closely there’s new hope,
The flowers a symbol of the girls she bore,
And taught are coming back to the clan and this time there is a difference,
They are embracing change,
Though slowly her dream is coming true long after she flew.
©Pink
Episode 4
I am going under,
Nobody to save me,
Drowning in this lone field
Nobody to turn to,
Yet all I need is one
Someone to prove
What we got to lose , what we got to move
We can move mountains
Someone to pull through
All those mistakes
That life chose to take
But either way
I need someone to hug
Just to know how it feels,
Now the day bleeds into nightfall
I am never sure what it takes
To take me through it all
Maybe this is all
Or nothing really got a way of driving me crazy
I need someone to know
Someone to have
Someone to hold
Someone to heal
But I swear it’s never that easy
Feels so away
I finally stop and go away
I guess I like the way the way I numb the pain
©Poetic Hans.
Episode 5
Spoken for, the echoes
Unspoken, language for the dead
They got echoes of light
Seen even in the darkest night
They don’t fear the night cold
In loneliness they fiercely glowed
See now
Wise than the living are the dead
Uncle Timotheo
Record ten years before my earth
In several occasions after my birth
I met him
In low tone he said
“I didn’t know”
The words went deeper than life
As he was infatuated
With the green beauty on earth
Why the low tone ?
The deep worries of perpetrators
Time after a vendetta against him
Hope lost and gave up
Rebuffing the requests for help
And Timo died
But the dead got ears
The unspoken words…
Timo grows
A natural growth
Growth in a living being
Growth in me…team work
Its a very long walk
Revenge
Another fallout
The dead speaks !
©Youngwolan
Episode 6
Wow, she has a sponsor, is it bad?
To her, naah, it aint bad to have atleast one or two
For the money and pleasure, I guess I wasn’t the one neither was I the second
Am I still not the one?
The one who promised you a life, the one who saw you through those nights full of cries
The one who we were to join in to be one in marriage
I sure was the one, but to her I was the second,
She said time will tell, years passed, months, days, hours
Seconds, was I the second?
Thursday afternoon it was, I paused
She called those girls with sponsors, minji girls
But I knew she was one among those minji minji girls
Unlike Jesus, mehn I wept, not tears of blood,
But tears of a burning heart, full of hurt,
Am I man? She asked, tears forming up on my eyes
Cause I knew I couldn’t give her the life she chased from that old man
I couldn’t serve her with the best presents like the old man did
I couldn’t take her to the fancy places like the old man did
I couldn’t take her for shopping like the old man did
She said I was weak and that I lacked the taste on girls
I met her even before the old guy did, was it right to be judged?
Was it right ?
I was broken, I loved her, it was toxic love, I was getting infected
By a disease, even a love doctor couldn’t heal
She unpinned me from her chats, days laters I couldn’t see her profile picture
I texted her, she didn’t reply back, I was dying slowly in her heart
What should I do? I was intoxicated, with a loan from the bank
I was ready to give her what the old gave her,
She said I wasn’t her type, I couldn’t type anymore
I couldn’t see, from the tear forming up on my eye, I blinked
The joy of not standing up to my manhood, I laughed crying
It was funny right, that night, I wasn’t her type
She now owns a house, a saloon car, a lavished life she’s living now
That was the life I had promised her, she was right
I am weak, should she be judged? Coz she judged me
It always has a bad ending, but who am I to judge when she achieved all that I couldn’t.
Maybe I really wasn’t her type,
maybe.
©Travis_theLazyPoet
Episode 7
Am dead,
A living dead,
My mistakes have killed me,
Misunderstandings and pain,
Are all that surrounds me,
Look, just look at me closely,
Am nothing but a curse,
I don’t cry, I don’t laugh,
I just frown, and sometimes smile,
I was once a noisemaker, but look now,am cool,
No voice,
No words,
Just whispers,meaningless murmurs,
But again look,
Am a living dead, not useless as such,
Am useful, used as a bad example,
Others learn from my mistakes,
They draw lessons from my pain,
They are warned through my life experiences,
And they get advised through me,
And like a sprouting flower,they grow,
They blossom and become great,
Coz they don’t want to be like me,
And through them,am encouraged to live,
To influence lives indirectly
©Mom’s gal✍
Episode 8
Hold me the mirrors close
It calls for a confirmation of course
Enough with the dose
For the treatment and ways you chose.
My bank is loud
For that I’m proud
But respect still you’d hold
For my all in hold.
Gone are the days
The phone walked our ways
And now to converse is nay
Everything dead today.
Isn’t that how you see it
That’s why you go round with spits
With all our love now in pit
Widowed you say to fit.
I’ll blame you even at rest
For fighting over my wealth,
Forgetting to make a call
But rather myself though,
Things rub fast in my mind.
But is it right,
To send me before my time?
Hold back your precious time,
With the daily debates,
Rather help yourself from this
For I’d wish a burial of honor.
My skull bleeds already
As I watch you scrag me in haste
Life isn’t for us all
And it shall come to pass
Learn to respect time.
©Cynthia
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