If gold is buried, it’s still gold
Even if no one’s looking for it
You don’t need their eyes to know who you are
A tree in winter still has roots
Even when it seems like it’s dying
You’re just holding yourself together
When the world thinks you’ve fallen apart
They won’t understand, they never do
But you don’t need them to
You’re the question & you’re the truth still being written
And one day, they’ll see that too.
KJ 🇰🇪✍🏾📖
She isn’t lost, not really
It’s not frustration in her eyes
But a tiredness she doesn’t talk about
A certain sadness she keeps to herself
She’s not even telling anyone
She’s keeping everything inside
Letting go of the dreams she once had
Feeling stuck in a life that feels too heavy
Things happened that she did not ask for
It’s not memories that make her sigh
It’s the long, tiring days and empty nights
The thoughts that won’t let her sleep
And a heart trying its best not to be bitter
When you see her sitting quietly
Know she’s not lost in her memories
It’s the sadness and feeling lost
Still trying to figure things out
What she needs isn’t a big fix
Just someone to sit with her
Like a friendly hand in the dark
Who’ll not judge her or shame her
Reminding her that she’s not alone
And that she matters so much too
Ken.
My mirror sighed today
It’s grown tired of watching me search
For someone who isn’t there anymore
This one mastered needing without asking
Constantly aching without speaking
Some voids are just too deep for words
Too silent for anyone to even notice
So I let the child inside of me write
Because whenever I let him take over
Even if it’s just for a brief moment
I breathe
KJ ✍🏾📖🇰🇪
Everytime I see you
It feels like a painful betrayal
Your eyes keep pulling me into a battle
That I did not ask for at all
Your voice still sounds sweet
But I lost the hunger for it
You’re like a knife I swallowed whole
Now every single breath I take
Is another wound tearing me inside
Your beauty mocks me with pretense
And your aura no longer brings me rest
Only uncomfortable regrets
The angel I met in heaven
Dragged me all the way to hell
KJ✍🏾📖🇰🇪
The world romanticizes healing
But no one wants to stay for the breaking
Or so I thought… the smiles have faded
The more I write about breaking
The more put-together I feel
The more response I also get
Who even needs closure
When you can dress your suffering in metaphors
And they clap better than love ever got
Misery it seems, is my muse
Funny how tragedy sells once you make it appealing
Especially when it hurts
KJ ✍🏾🇰🇪📖
You say you don’t love me
But keep asking if I love you
I love you, but I don’t like you
How is that even possible
To be at war with yourself
And still lose the war itself
Whenever you kiss me mahabuba
You don’t just take my breath away
You instantly replace it with afire zephyr
I feel every inch single of me is burnt
And I can’t help loving the way it hurts
For what is real pain if not poetry
How is it ever felt if it’s not raw?
I could write you countless poems
But I’d rather whisper them on your lips
Using my very own
KJ✍🏾🇰🇪📖
I have seen men destroy themselves
Just to experience what it’s like to be loved
They kneel down before her glorified essence
Offering their dignity like a lamb to be slaughtered
What is it in us that craves such suffering?
Isn’t it enough to be burdened by life already?
Must we sacrifice ourselves for affection too?
Knowing full well what that leads to?
I have thought of love as salvation
But now I see it as the executioner
And I have handed her the loaded gun
Yet some part of me still keeps hoping
That she pulls the trigger and set me free
KJ ✍🏾📖🇰🇪
I went to drink from the church fountain
Built like a citadel on top of a mountain
Sorrounded by gardens of flower beds
A beauty that would soon turn to dread
For once my eyes were briefly opened
I saw tombstones where lay the dead
The priests wore hooded black gowns
Chanting spells round the graves like clowns
Binding their followers in invisible chains
Trading their hopes and dreams for pain
Just because they stand something to gain
Sometimes moments happen to last a lifetime
Sometimes a lifetime happens in a moment
I guess this is the curse of one called Ken
These demons live rent free in my pen
Graves are rife underneath their gardens
The monsters have now become men.
KJ ✍🏾📖🇰🇪
I was sitting alone & a little boy came & asked
“Why are you sitting here all alone
When everyone else has someone with them?”
I put my hand on his head, softly
And said, “Not everyone has someone
Some people sit alone coz there’s no one with them.”
He looked up at me, “Why don’t they stay with you?”
He asked, his voice full of curiosity.
I took a deep breath and said
“Because, you see, everytime someone comes close,
They leave, like a broken toy no one wants.
And that’s okay. Sometimes we end up alone
Like a ball no one picks up, just waiting, but never chosen.”
The boy was quiet, but I could see he understood,
And in that moment, I wasn’t really alone anymore
