I buried myself in my work
To forget my woes
Now I must fight to get back to me
The Beauty. The Ease To Write…
I miss you.
Your tender love.
Your Warmth relax.
Your strokes caress
With you everything is okay.
My joy complete
My stress eased.
My space breathe.
My words flow.
Indeed …you take my breath away.
You are My love. My joy. My peace.
That’s the reason I WRITE
To tell my story
Because what’s inside can’t wait to be released
I thank you. I praise you.
I Can’t wait to be with you again.
My heart. My writing soul.
This Secret Of Mine…
A group of writers were challenged to a Write In, Write Out Session. After free writing for an hour, Akiim Jarrett wrote this spoken word that characterises his gift. Here I share:
Screams, Shrieks and Secrets
it screams – this secret of mine-
hidden heartbreak and soul-stirring agony,
so I crave peace.
a peace which remains unbothered
a peace ne’er t’be interrupted;
but these days dreams don’t get fulfilled and life rolls you along with the punches at whim.
it shrieks – this secret of mine-
divine calamity a beautiful harmony
can you see it in catastrophic splendor?
a jaw dropping visage,
an image and event to die for-
a living truth I’d reluctantly lie for.
it sounds off –
like the loud silence insecurities decorate-
a masterpiece that doubt artfully paints
can’t you see?
or will you see how this feels like it’s been before,
karmic justice settling the score-
quote raven or mock the peacock
choose that which haunts less is all I implore
secrets aside – lies do thrive
tis better to release than bury inside.
it can be different
things need not be the same
you can produce the change
from the inner stain of shame
that brought you much pain.
just be – you – in its entirety
and all good things will follow-
beloved, it’s merely a formality
By Akiim Alqhumizta
My story is about love
The impossibility of perfect love
Though I have the perfect love
It’s impossible to hone it
Impossible to prove it
Impossible to feel it
Impossible to find it
My perfect love at Valentine