Heirloom

Am singing a song through my thoughts
Singing them till they are out of my routes
Am thinking through my insolents
Insolent pains dwelling in
So am singing them out of my veins

Am singing this out of ma veins
Sleepless nights of pain
Not worse than sleepless nights of fear of pain
Whats worse than a dead mother i cant feel
Sleepless nights have crept through
Reaping my heart out of my chest un

Out of my chest i cant bear this pain
From fear of loosing the one soul while alive
Mother left a heirloom she said cherish it while on her death bed
Chills on my spine that kills my vibe so sharp
I feel like am loosing the one soul that raised love in me
So i make chains

So i make chains
lockinging these souls together
So my nerves calm as i see as together
Not just in group but in laughter
It says what is pain when love is still in one chain
Someone once told me there is love in hate
I say pain leaves love behind
Dear loved ones
I dont want to loose you


Lara#magical#

Last night i was texting with my friend Annie Beni, she loves poetrt and she asked, i asked her for a poem and i was replying to her poem.

I did not give it a title, so hello bloggers give this one a title

Like a book, from best seller they, say i read
First word brings a smile
The next word takes me a mile
Then a sentence, i cant help but brush
So on blended paper, i blend you from the heart
Hoping i intertwine with yours
Beaty defining us building it

So i demand for more
Perharps these words feel thy
soul whole
So my eye close at the end of each sentense with a pause
Like the wind browing into my face with the sent of fresh rain as the words sink in
Darling please write more
Pour your heart to me as we form one word into a world….

#mindsmagical#Lara.

EPISTOLARY

As you walked past me
My heart wished i heard you talk
Maybe crack a jock
So i hear you laugh
All i saw was a smile

As you walked past me
I hoped for atleast an epistolary relationship
For when i wont see you again
Will imagin you walking past me
Maybe sitting writing down your contacts
Telling me to contact you
I would call you my episto full of love

correspond in words if i cant have you
I will write you and me in a letter
Will turn you into my poetry
Every fiber of you will be writen
Though i wish for you to be my next letter to form a word
Maybe a world
From the epistolary relationship that burst into butterflys

Lara