Jashon Ombogo
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I fear
I fear being strangled by my own flops one day I fear getting parents sobbing out of dismay, disappointed by the one they regarded the game changer I fear the crawly hands of the devil all over me, direct entry to underseas; suffering until I perish I fear senescence with no vision; no achievements; no single memory to cherish I fear everything against this personality; everything that makes me drown into fear Drowning, with no hope of being rescued #Poetry
Throb
It's dark Sore hearts We wail not out of pain but mercy We ask of what he did Why so early he had to go Death doesn't smile, no smug The dark magic knows not mercy, ponders on the blood of us feeble He sets with the sun and pretends to slumber Then attacks when we all lie tired and unaware Sore hearts We wail for the lost faith We deserved a proper goodbye The best smiles come in the last of days Best memories are truly a sign, why'd you never tell us Saw the dawn in you, said you...
Dark
Holy crows Daily mourns Dark souls It's the song from the underworld The nightmares of my soul in fate Black is the colour they praise here Dark magic is the force that runs here I am here and I don't like it I am tied and I can feel it Only fed by the agent crows Only learning from what I know That the underworld is awful and I don't like it. #Poetry
I'm fine
Lies and deceit Pretence, like a lost piece Curse your dark side Curse your love of price Need not force this Need not fix this... Ten unread texts that night, only wanted to know where you were Made two calls, response at 2am; claimed your phone was silent I don't hate you, hate the lies you've made a norm Hate the liar you are... A million proofs of your lies, you could still explain Constant reassurance, it's like you were never done inflicting pain I made strides to...
Time snitched
It has taken over time Time is now its ally Reminds it when we're least aware Sharpens its blades and ponder on us Regrets; our destiny to wail and our bodies clobber We hate it. We hate its bond with time Death settled on the short hand of my alarm clock Corrupted its mind, would wake me up at midnight Nightmares of all sorts, my clock would smile at the fear Death is ugly, its face fogy Takes everyone away, claims their time ended Only wonder why time is here, this was once our frien...
Dupe
The dupe in the young boy's heart asks of why his dad is always quite in the evening from work. Why he battles the statement "You look tired today" every single morning and sets for his job. He believes that's how a man is; that's how men are supposed to be... #Poetry
Kyra
Met her on Thursday, first date on Friday, hanky panky on Saturday (It was that quick) Looked at me and asked the obvious question; what are we now? Honestly I didn't know, maybe nymphos. Only sure 'lovers' wasn't the word for that Ooh look at the lass who says she dates not cheap guys, like she's not one Take a look at one who says she's a devoted church girl, gave it to me on a sabbath Only hate how she goes around telling people she left be broke, well I also broke her back Somebody...
I saw it happen
Best dress to her, I had my worst on Was her best day, to me one I wish I never lived I saw it happen; part of me peeling off The day I lost; part of me giving up Could do nothing, just watch Watch and watch Happiest six months of my life Had fun with him, thought I had no hill to climb Trips and tips with him, thought had found mine Only changed when the family came in, her mom to him: I wasn't worthy Only changed when responsibility came; I wasn't worthy My learned half was the family...
The local mail man
He's the local mail guy I grew up knowing The one they never told me had no kid The guy in whose hands you'd never miss a pin That's the local mail man, the one whose destiny was someone else's meal They dumped him Yes, his dreams dumped him... #Poetry
Grace
Pieces of glass on the floor, the heart battles the greatest of wars Sharp pebbles on the floor, the greedy in laws have made high scores The psychos would call this; broken heart... Meeting was held at the inlaws Two weeks and there it was; massive words of truth: laws "You're a disgrace". They called her an hyena pretending it can roar Her name is Grace but never has she been shown any. No grace and this is her fate It's what the psychos would call light soul in the dark. The...
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