The Way πŸ‡°πŸ‡ͺ

  • Son of David

    I like writing and I love poetry
    I have found a timeless anthology
    Staring at me through the mirror
    A handsome majestic Royal Priest
    Bearing the most noble heritage
    In my veins runs a Royal Bloodline
    From the glorious House of David
    My presence in this world is known
    My presence in my home world is acknowledged
    With an Invisible Crown upon my head
    I am an heir to His Eternal Kingdom
    If I could write about The King of Kings
    I could write just about anything
    For He is everything & everything is Him
    If I have to write more about me
    I would still write Him, just Him
    For I am my loving Father’s Son
    I was born a Crown Prince

    KJ πŸ‡°πŸ‡ͺ

  • One of Us

    We once couldn’t wait to grow up
    No one pictured how adulthood would end up
    Slowly turning our innocence into gearing up
    Leaving us vessels of empty veins
    A forest of canvases stripped of colour
    A generation of the most intricate minds
    Filled with the most turmoils inside
    I thought If I could write out my pain
    It would end the haunting things I kept contained
    It didn’t end them, It kept them alive
    In the dark recesses of my mind’s hive
    Where they hang like dead memories
    Beautiful but lifeless and silent
    Just like we’ve all learnt to be

    βœπŸΎπŸ“–πŸ‡°πŸ‡ͺ

  • Let Her Burn

    She’s not perfect, not even close
    She’s such a mess, but who isn’t?
    She likes leaving things undone
    Like dishes piling up in the sink
    Feelings scattered all over the table
    She’s an unread poem closed up tight
    A dusty book on some forgotten shelf
    Her tangled lines are begging to be free
    Her verses so hard to see let alone read
    A body that’s fighting just to survive
    But a mind that’s steady trying to die
    The thoughts keep destroying her
    She says she tries not to talk about it
    But that silence is a known killer too
    Maybe she’s not meant to be read
    By someone as cold-hearted as me
    But there’s something about her wreck
    That just won’t let me go my own way
    Like a car that is crushing in slow motion
    And me not being able to look away

    βœπŸΎπŸ“–πŸ‡°πŸ‡ͺ

  • Love Me Again

    I know that loving so much
    So recklessly and obsessively
    Will destroy and utterly ruin me
    Yet I still do it anyway
    For I know no other passion
    That is greater than this
    I know no other form of pleasure
    That can bring me such bliss
    Now here I am sleepless and concerned
    I loved with every possibility
    Took every chance I was given
    Only to become the many flowers
    That rest on tombstone towers
    I’m the other side of the story
    That people ascribe no kind of glory
    Perhaps you’ll pray for me
    Perhaps you won’t
    But one day my love will echo again
    But at a different time
    In a different place
    With a different voice
    And a different name

    KJ βœπŸΎπŸ“–πŸ‡°πŸ‡ͺ

  • A Thousand Knives

    I’f only I was that birthmark
    On the left side of your chest
    I’d humming to your heartbeat
    If only I was that anklet
    That I remember you always wore
    I’d keep admiring you from below
    If only I was that teddy bear
    That you cuddled tightly every night
    You’d’ve all the warmth that you’d want
    But the same shoulder I gave you to cry on
    Also bore the weight of your coffin dead on
    This pain still cuts like a thousand knives
    I’ll always miss us

    KJβœπŸΎπŸ“–πŸ‡°πŸ‡ͺ

  • Inception

    The world is passing away
    So am I
    What didn’t kill me left me wishing I was dead
    The world is so unfair
    So am I
    I choose others over me every single time
    The world is so loud
    So am I
    My silence is full of deafening screams
    The world is cunning
    So am I
    I know I’m meant to be great, or am I?
    The world is deceitful
    So am I
    I never fail to lie when asked if I’m alright
    The world is a canvas of art
    So am I
    Life has skilfully painted me in my own blood

    KJβœπŸΎπŸ“–πŸ‡°πŸ‡ͺ

  • Oblivion

    I was raised a silenced child
    I never learnt how to scream
    My lips are a graveyard of words
    I was raised on expectations
    I was never taught how to dream
    My bed is a coffin of nightmares
    Blessed but obsessed with the abyss
    Kind but cruel to the man writing this
    Does it make sense to you?
    Maybe I was born to be read once
    And never to be opened again
    To be glanced at but never turn heads
    To be a writer and not be written about
    I really hope my words die before I do
    Maybe they’ll grow into something just like seeds do

    KJ πŸ‡°πŸ‡ͺπŸ“–βœπŸΎ

  • Not like Us

    Life is just a canvas of stories enshrined
    But I never thought that mine
    Would be a script full of flaws
    Like a ship in the sea with no view of shore
    Where the future is so close yet distant today
    Craving for tomorrow but stuck in yesterday
    I wrote and wrote and wrote
    Then I realized everyone felt the same & I stopped
    Every poet ponders this deeply

    KJπŸ‡°πŸ‡ͺβœπŸΎπŸ“–

  • Cappadocia

    Poetry is my shield
    It’s how my thoughts are relieved
    Some days I feel ten feet tall
    Some days I feel quite small
    But it’s better to fell either or all
    Than to just feel nothing at all
    So I write the writings that elicit
    If I don’t I sense a guilt of deceit
    As if the art will somehow wilt
    Leaving my throat all but slit
    A freedom that will come without delay
    But a cost that others will have to pay
    So instead of going through the motions
    Poetry is how I kill these emotions
    Before they dig deep in my mind’s hive
    And quietly burry me alive

    KJ βœπŸΎπŸ“–πŸ‡°πŸ‡ͺ

  • Cherie β™₯️

    My brownskin highland girl
    If you are an astronaut,
    Can I be the distant planet?
    One that you visit,
    Even just for a short while.
    Set your feet on my land,
    Kick up the dust and sand,
    Caress the sturdy rocks,
    Gaze the stars from my horizon.
    Come here, visit me.
    Make me feel less lonely.
    Just once, that’s all I need.
    A memory my heart’ll forever keep.
    Then the dates and flowers will be whenever
    Under the moon or sun we’ll kiss forever

    KJ βœπŸΎπŸ‡°πŸ‡ͺ

  • Can We Kiss Forever?

    I love it when we whisper
    Our vows in the midnight hours,
    When the world is hushed,
    And silence envelops us.
    At times, I feel compelled
    To shout them out loud,
    For the entire world to hear,
    And to let our love resound.

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