Monday, April 8, 2024

CRY ME A RIVER...

 





CRY ME A RIVER..




Momma momma momma!!!

Why do you have to go?

Leaving me in this sinful world without anyone to direct my path.

Every promises you made to me is like walking through the gate of hell without no caution of hopes.

I'm just lost wandering around eternity....



Seeking for an abode like you 

But lo and behold I found none 

The rays of love you gave me 

Is none compared to my so- called partner 

Who haven’t tried to satisfy me like you do.

He just don’t know that unique way you treated me.

I’m a spoilt brat to them 

But I’m a jewel to you 

If there’s another life I will love to choose you again and again as my own precious gold.



Romeo and Juliet they say

Died for love.

What if I have become your new Romeo, won't you be my Juliet?

Instead of dying for love,

We could end up producing generations of offspring.

Like an empty barrel, 

I produce the highest emotional mood swings.

I'm lost in thought,

Hopeless and helpless me

I sing every songs of the broken heart

In a melodious tune which only I and the dead can communicate.

I'm just like a fig tree ready to be uprooted..



Written by :


John Fwreshez

         &

Synonymous Writes



©......04/2024


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Monday, April 1, 2024

BLIND FUTURE


 




BLIND FUTURE


I write these lines on broken stones.

Where anxiety and perplexity are lovers.

On the streets of confusion and hatred,

Love has become intoxicated.


I've turned pages a thousand times.

Racism and tribalism are legally married.

Maybe you think it's a symbol or a love letter.

But daily, our bloodstream is weeping.


The cat no longer respects her drinking bowl.

The sense of loyalty has died long ago.

On the pillow of salty chewing gum,

She pretends to be an ointment.


O you blind future,

Open your eyes for once.

Mama Liberia has left me with tears.

And the deep regret has peeled my soul.


Why are you laughing, soliloquy?

Don't you care about my misery?

O you sleepy and blind future,

Rest now; you're a walking ghost.


©Gabriel S. Weah