I QUITE

*I QUIT*
I know it's a taboo,
To talk about quitting
But I want to quit the stage
My ink is drying up
And am soaking my book
Tears are freely flowing
Am slowly drowning
Inthe sea of tears and emotions
My heart is no longer bleeding
And I can't script anymore

Out the sky is appearing
It is Darkening my sun
It's crippling my light
My day is eclipsing
And it's creating the night
Black holes are swallowing ,
Everything in their sight
Including my heart and my mind
And I can't script anymore

Storm clouds are gathering
The wind is going to blow
And am suffering
Everything is just pain on my neck
There is little joy left for me
Am no longer depressed
But depression suppressed me
And am proudly to say am looser
I lost the fight
Now every sigh I wish could be my last
Cause I can't script anymore

Loser,quiter that's who I am
Giving up is now my only option
Everything I worked for
Is  now being blown by the wind
Death please rock me  asleep
Bring me to quiet rest
Pass my weary quiltness
Am all alone in a prison
Wailing for my destiny
I must taste these misery
I quit poetry,I quit everything
For I can't script anymore

©Mum's Dota
Bleeding heart ❣

Wedding Day

She sent her card
Inviting me to witness
As she celebrates the best day of her life
She said its valuable to her
Am jealous

At the alter I arrive
At this corner I sit
Many thoughts running in my mind
Thoughts of why what how and who he was
I never thought of this day
Smiles are all over
But behind my smile
Lies tears of heartbreak
Songs of joy plays
All the hymns that I dedicated to her
Are all over the  air
Tears of joy drop from her
As she says yes I do

I loved you darcie
She never knew all the sacrifices I made
Just for her to persue that degree
Why?
Where did I go wrong?
I wonder
I accepted her
When she was casted out like a dog
By her father
I gave her a purpose
A reason not  to give up
For I needed her more than she ever knew

Now in this alter
She says yes to another
Am I not worth an explanation
Am I not worth a goodbye
You never did
I wish you told me what my flaw was
I wish you held my hands one last time
I wish I hugged you one last time
I wish I felt your soft lips on mine
For just one last time

I have the courage
To stand and say NO!
but I won't, cause
All I want for you is  happiness
I wish you good luck
For you leave me heartbroken
And in tears
Tears of why and what did I not do?
And as I leave this alter
All am able to say is
GOODBYE DARCIE.
#🌐Blue Poetry 2019📒
#💗❤Rexy~Mose 19'❤💗
#🌀Man From Pluto🌑🌌

Painful Death

A thousand and one times……I did it again

Unspeakable is what people use

Evil I name it

Yes its evil……..of that am aware …unspeakable even

But what can I do

I tell of how I would like to stop

Just to say a big NO….and the devil quits

But deep down ….I kinder really like it

No

I bracingly enjoy it

Second by second……minute by minute

Hour by hour……..day by day

Crazy it seems

But I already know that

The definition of evil, unspeakable is……. ME!

I deeply give a perfect definition for the words

And I love it

YES I really love it..

In my innermost feeling…..am good

Really good……a role model to many

That’s what they believe……NO!

That’s what I let them see

I just wish to unchain my mind & Soul……from the heart of hell

A painful death is all I need

The kind of which I shall feel every pain of it…bit by bit

The kind of which my tongue is sliced

Hands….limbs….ribs broken

A death where I shall not be mourned

No flowers as my blanket…….just bare soil..

To provide a fertile environment for cactus and Sodom apples

Which shall expect to crack my throat and my heart…..

For only then……and I say ONLY THEN

Shall I differentiate between the evil and myself…….

@Manji_Moses_2020

@Rexy_Mose_2020

REJECTED

Rejected ..
Neglected***
Resented**
Damaged**
Is what some old traditions did
To an innocent fourteen year old
Who was dream filled..
But those dreams they killed..
In what they called culture trend..
Which made one less of a person
If one refused the mutilation..
Us ugly as the name sounds on
So is the process of abduction..
But she had to accept it
Or else She would be an outcast..
The dark cloud  was now a past..
But the consequences was a haunt.
She underwent pain during the cut
The painful memories are still felt
How she screamed every moment
For her mum to help her out..
Her mum caged by culture watched
Her daughter  loose a lot of blood
She watched her daughter bleed...
But some old silly traditions came
First and humanity and love second
So she had to watch in silence.
She escaped death ....
But her life was ruined,
She had Fistula the dreaded disease
The smelly disease...
That was considered as a taboo..
So like a leprosy victim
She was sent out as an outcast..
Her own family  sent her out...
Ofcos tradition always came fast..
So after her accepting the cut...
Even when she didn't want. ..
The silly tradition betrayed her
And caused her unending pain
Her own body she couldn't control
Even a mere short call...
Her body system became loose..
On the streets she was mocked..
A life on the streets alone she had
To cope with...
Her own tradition injured her.
Her obedience to her traditions
Damaged her...
Her mother was helpless she let
Tradition take away the fruit
Of her womb..
So the same old silly tradition made
The young girl take away her life
For she felt rejected
Neglected
Resented
Damaged...and all this had to end..
#🌐Blue Poetry 2019📒