Tag: Letters

  • Gone Baby Gone

    Everything about a shy poet is beautiful
    Even my heartbreaks are celebrated in plentiful
    I loved the persona I made up in my mind
    To have her as a lover I genuinely wouldn’t mind
    She romanticized her scars each and every week
    The strokes she received were kisses to her cheeks
    She loved to love that even her smile smiled
    Her voice made me hold her more than hold
    And tell her words that are more than words
    She was the crown jewel of my amazing imagination
    Right up there as the epitome of my creation
    Too bad she ended up looking just like you
    Even the devil has never seen anyone quite like you

    KJ ✍🏾 🇰🇪

  • Kina

    I used to wake up everyday and choose violence
    I mean to hell with the peace and the silence
    I used to set fire to the rain with a banger
    I took away my smile and all I had left was anger
    Then you called and my whole world stopped
    Doing me meant losing you and so I stopped
    I mean it’s weird that you don’t even know
    Never went on a date but I doubt you‘d say no
    Is it weird that I want to be by your side
    Not only to lie but also to die beside
    We could be two notes rising and falling
    Tuning our own rhythm singing and dancing
    I have opened my heart like a book to you
    Read this page in my voice, me, familiar to you
    You Know all this begun in another realm
    Now by Faith it is here in this realm
    Not only to be known but also remembered
    Like His Word in our hearts, Eternal Embers

    KJ 🇰🇪 ✍🏾

  • Letters from War

    Dear God
    I pray that You guide me
    Too many times the devil tries me
    I got out of religion
    And that’s where You found me
    I showed You my sin
    You showed me Your Son
    I showed You my pride
    You still stood by my side
    Right now I’m caught in a tide
    When it’s You there’s nothing I can hide
    Daddy, are you noticing me?
    Either You’re teaching me a lesson
    Or You’re Holy Ghosting me
    When You’re Silent in my life
    I don’t know who I’m supposed to be
    So if I’m useless to You
    Then God dispose of me
    I’m tired of being a boy
    Call out the man in me
    It is Your Son’s killing
    That gave me a living
    So LORD if You’re still willing
    It’s my life I keep giving
    P.S: Your Will Be Done

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