My heart is burning,
arteries are sizzling because
you are no more here
to make me fall below zero
Ever since you threw my
heart into the furnace,
it was burning in vehement resentment
burning in pain
burning in sorrow
frying in the oil of disappointment
Whenever I went to bed,
my heart would scream,
asking me who would be the next
to give it rest,
well as I shrieked, I was confused,
the stars began to fall
till my world went dark...
the power-cut of my life,
all was dead,
no life,
no power.
By Kakraba Afful
I wish I could freeze time,
stop you from walking out the door
I wish my prime want was
like a magnet
to attract you back into my arms
Tears fall on the locket,
where our worlds met,
and love was young and free,
since you left
the sunlight never disowned my eyes
For five years,
I had been white as innocence,
but everyday my mind is punched by
breathless riddles of why you left
My eyes always invaded
the guilty windows, to see if
you would come back,
wishing you would come back,
hoping you would come back
I had been very innocent all my life,
why did you leave?
why did you make my soul
sit naked in the rain,
till I forgot all about the world,
why?
By Kakraba Afful
I surely remember the day
I fell from the sky,
my spine broke
and most of all,
my heart was broken to pieces
of glass
You told me you were going
to cuddle it,
you told me you wouldn't make
it fall to the ground
now I foul pain chokes my chest cavity,
I can breathe,
as breathless as emptiness
you told me you weren't going
to let anything come between us,
you promised me daily
that you were mine forever
what happened?
Suddenly you switched off,
you didn't pick my calls,
then I saw you with another guy,
the tears really invaded my eyes then,
my mind was knocked out
by the punch of your stinging negligence
then you lied to that guy too?
why did you do this to me?
I apparently did nothing to you,
I gave you EVERYTHING,
apparently EVERYTHING,
but you buried my heart in razor wire,
making it bleed eternal
under the mercy of your mercilessness,
you didn't even say goodbye,
you just shattered me.
Now I beginning to think,
why did I even meet you?
By Kakraba Afful
My heart was rippled by an earthquake
the flame in my life vanished,
then I had no cause to smile,
the melody of happiness had been
long forbidden now
I couldn't feel the magic anymore,
because her lips were no more there to kiss
because her eyes were no more
there to look into, fathom the power
she had
I wept eminently,
I never saw her again,
where did she go?
Well, I was blinded,
I couldn't see anymore,
then I had to camouflage my real being
with the creativity of many characters,
and I managed to do it
I became a walking cartoon,
my eyes were an optical pen drive,
copying whatever action I could
to cover my sad being
Full of so many weaknesses
and a broken fort,
I was totally destroyed
but with these immitations,
I was totally invisible,
but unlike venom,
to me, they were symbiotes
of deliverance
covering my shattered being,
I became an unexposed walking cartoon,
to a walking magnetic field,
I got attention
by being an immortal chameleon
Well, this was the extreme transformation
that the snare of heartbreak had lured me into
but I had no choice,
since I wanted no one to see it
Till I met friends,
who came and delivered me,
and they still are,
and they still will,
because they are friends,
in Utah.
By Kakraba Afful
It is the truth that sets as free right?
well, hear is it;
This is the story of a boy
who took things for granted,
so his ignorance morphs into
a gigantic ghoul chasing him around,
life, full of so many blemishes,
some put to ink,
some in the mind,
some in the culture
My lips must not tremble,
as what must be said must be said;
Most of my writings,
were not actual happenings,
my stories formed by my mind,
the only true stories,
put to ink by me
are those of my emotional earthquake
and former self...the walking cartoon
But I still create stories to write
from the mind,
I still do it, it's original
because I created it,
my creation!
but if there is one thing, I EXTREMELY
feel good about, it is my writing,
my literature,
nothing else.
By Kakraba Afful
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