Saturday 26 September 2015

Hate mail

The blade of rage flows down my wrist,
every single time i see your name or updates,
like am playing a violin of flesh.
A red river rushes down my arm and floods in my palm...


No matter how much i ignore,
my body is filling with hatred, i truly hate you
yes you've heard me....


my eyes are weary, illusions are all i see,
or am i just hallucinating??
my heart aches with regret from all the memories that were left

Choking on words
strangled by long lived lies
blinded by the insidious smiles
that i keep gettin from a bunch of fake friends
who just talk shit behind my back
I hate those too

I hate you for your likes and your comments
i dnt know what you will call me....
but if you give people your fake smiles and act all supportive when all you do
is poison them,
Hell is the place that suits you well


so am sending you this hatemail
hope it makes you pale
cause i wish you could just end up in hell
cause that place suits you well....😊😊😊😊😊😊😊
now go ahead and hang yourself

The naked Truth


I sit alone for quite long
with a darkened heart,
it always feels like
 a Heavy cloud just covered the skies
the rains are forming up wildly
its gonna rain.......

my heart beats so hard like the thunder storms
its becoming scary in here,
a sharp spark of lightening strikes hitting my chest,
these sharp pains....
i can barely breath.....

Its the fear of the unknown
i did what i had to and now they will know,
i can't face the world anymore
the storm is unbearable

I have sinned with my body and mind
trapped by guilt and shame
everything else is the same,
by why am i the only I that can admit it???
bells ring in my head, but the memories, none of that i can remember....



I tamed myself 'dark child', my soul is cold
i have this thirst for blood
thick enough to run down my vains, cause clearly am getting drained.....
too many fingers pointing and poking me,
my body is sore.....

But this is the truth
I can't bear feeling this way
i dont know what am thinking
Its gonna rain now
my eyes feel heavy,
guilt, shame and regret keep reminding me
that am a child in darkness,
beautiful with my blackness.....
i posses kindness but of what use is it if am surrounded by darkness??

Am a mess,
but il give u a message,
you can hate me, rate me
leave me and tame me because of what i may have done
but one thing you will never
take away is my possession
my dignity and my happiness

when all hope gets lost
something reminds me that there is a God that loves me with this darkness,
just the way i am..
be reminded, before you judge others,
think about what you did the other day

Saturday 19 September 2015

Get over it

Sometimes what we are looking for is just right before our eyes. We just don't see it, because we let our eyes flow like rivers at every tiny bad thing that gets in our way....
wipe out those tears n get a clear view!!!!

Remember, every ending is a a beginning of something new. who knows, maybe that heart break, is gonna turn into a relief of your lifetime and perhaps the disappointment just pavedway for an eexciting appointment of your life?

Time and chance comes to all, so instead of sitting down there and crying and regretting over spelt milk, get up, and move way head on!! you deserve better.
If you can't change it, give it to God and go to sleep.

                       love Lisa.

Tuesday 15 September 2015

The darkest part of me

Started with a drop of salt and water from my eye,
A TEAR.....
the day i like to tame the saddest of all,
after the flame died away
that is when sadness, loneliness and darkness filled my soul....
all i felt was the cold..

The darkest part of me...
was lit up immediately..
understanding me is quite impossible
for if all i hide and feel was to be spoken,
you'd all stop for a while not to smile, perhaps walk a mile and fracture at every word I'd speak.

my cloud has no silver lining
it rains too much to shine,
am hidden behind a mask,
strugling to come out,
am a burning flame, a dark rose..
praying endlessly for benediction...

My twisting emotions
are ever in motion...
my fears haunt me, they try to break my word and kill my dream
guilt points to me with a long bony finger..
incages me in darkness,
am lost in my maze of blackness....

while my world crashes down
something new has come in my life....
the desire to kill all the demons n my mind away
the urge to thrill, i must melt down these hills
somebody out there forgave my sins..

Deep down my heart and inside my soul...
a new life must begin, i want to learn , i want to search
and find something worth living for.

But first Lord i need forgiveness, the strength to let go, be free and love again....
Everything is bound to break sooner or later...

Monday 14 September 2015

I am not perfect

I am not perfect...
I make mistakes
I fall on my face and
in every mess,.
i may curse myself...
but through it all, i brace my soul with His grace....
I am only Human.....

Please don't expect me
to Act like superman
am not a good actor...
Sometimes i could be right
most of the times i am wrong
thats because i love to ride along...
Even when am truly alone..😔

I am imperfect
in my desperate times, i give in to desperate measures....
Then i fall on my knees to weep and bleed
then stand up and become stronger....
So when i learn,
don't expect me not to stumble and fall,
am on my own but i stand to be corrected..
so to find my way up again...

Sometimes...
my presence hurts others,
my opinions may not matter
and my happiness saddens others..
but that wont stop me from being the best i can be..

I relieve in sarcasm...
my words are not too nice,
usually because i replace that flatter with the truth.😀
am less diplomatic
and hell yeah i could be dramatic
i have some kinda magic and darkness..
I am not perfect...

Am a copy of a triangle,
consisted of three angles,
the good, the bad and the ugly part of me that most of you would never accept and believe...
i am not perfect...

So i dnt expect you to judge me, or raise a finger on me
especially if u dont know me,
my name, you can spell
but my story you cannot tell.
i may be a misfit
but am worth it.

I am not perfect,
I totally accept it ....

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