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Shee The poet: The last time we had sex really did feel like a finale, a culmination. Our tears had abated. We channelled our remaining emotions into the act, had a cathartic experience. Then we fell asleep next to each other once more. And you sneaked out in the middle of the night again, for the last time... Just so you know. That same way you left my house, is the same way you've left my heart. All I've left is your scent on my sheets and tears in my eyes. Zi Boy: Don't tell me that you don't want me near,,,don't tell me you forget so fast, you say all you have left is my scent and tears welled up,how can you forget how I made you feel? How I made you run to the edge of the bed,,,how you sat there confused,,whether to come back or dress up. I am left with lots more than just your erotic moan,,,tell me you are only pretending to feed your ego Shee The poet: I don't want a one night stand. A one life stand is what i crave. I'm overwhelmed with the pa

The rains have missed for a while now, the swamps are drying up, the well to deep for an average diver, The land is almost giving up The cracks are visible No plants are growing Temperatures too hot But removing the clothes will add nothing much to the equation The fraction is already improper The owners of the trees have not shown for a while They say work requires alot So no one will prun No one will groom Trimming is limited The owners of the tree are working to destroy their livers And with destroyed livers No farming will be done Blood to the veins will not be clean The women are crying For brighter days they are hoping But some are wiser now They look for agile young men in the villages To help them flex their muscles Wisemen said borrowed bread taste sweet And that stolen water quenches thirst The old men are drinking to their sorrows Their guns no longer cough live bullets Their gumboots no longer save them from the muddy pool Their sweaters are like v

Date a poet, I have less or more than 13 reasons why. Date a poet because if not,who will date them For poets cant date themselves: too much of something is poisonous and so are words. Poets are the best,only that we have a thing for feelings and attachment We want someone to love us as much as we love words Someone who can let us paint the love world in words. Date a poet,help a brother...see how they tilt the mic and close their eyes, see how they open a blank page and sigh, See how they see no future without you How they cant imagine their lives minus you. Please date a poet Date a poet if you are either called Sharon,Wendy,Christie or any other name given to a girl child,, Sheila,only a poet could shield you from these Hyenas, Sony, only a poet could save your plasma from screening Ooh girl child, men were dogs was just a poetical statement,so love them for more. If you like being pampered then love a poet for they only play with words and skin, date a poet for they no

Words so sweet who doesn't like I saw you yesternight, how you cant be mine I still can't see Guess that's why they say love is blind. Do we rhyme? No, you from a world of loud thoughts Am from one with no thoughts I only got Lines Fighting with words Trying to make you mine. I don't mind They say am mad Crazy over you. Your hips conceals nothing How they sway leaves my mouth empty Wondering, fantasising When will you be mine. They say we poets Are mean with love Full of words But, Why invest where you won't harvest Come get below my vest Dig up my vase Uproot the flower Plant a new one Water it, with love, care and affection Love like its a marvel fiction Under the sheets, feel the heat, friction You got my mind tethered Like zero grazing, here no rotation Because You got my mind rotating Circumnavigating My pen dripping When will my pen be dipping Feel my words Let me fill your world No money But still I can make it as honey

Merimela, mtoto aliyeumbwa bila shida She was worth more than Guarana na cider Curves ka magoti ya ngamia No wonder I wanted her near Her melodious voice for my ears Her light skin tone, she was my pick How tall she was but never saw far How smooth she was like she was made of quality fur She that captured my feelings And drained my shillings For her love was all about getting posh Dinning fine Riding high But grinding none She believed that her body was the currency And her make up the tool of trade Tolerating zero if your account balance had zero as the only significant number That way you couldn't be her significant other So materialistic she was. But couldn't afford no wife material. Her love was never blind For she thought of foundation as the strongest base Bila mascara alikua anakaa msee amehara Dehydrated she was but always wet Natural and inner beauty she believed in none Laughed at those who opted to be nuns But confessed to the father, for s

Growing up and going trough primary school, my dream was to go to university, in fact Nairobi University. I had this perception of all the fine girls you meet in town were from university of Nairobi. But after working hard and being called to Campus, I no longer have the zeal to be there, all the zest was like some hot air that with no time carried up and returned down when it gets cool. In my first week in campus, to be precise on my first Friday at the institution, my roommate calls to inform me that he will be having a friendly match with a girl he had met earlier that day. Still a rookie, I have no friends to go to and help wish the night away. I opt to go to a nearby local where i buy some drinks to intoxicate myself. The club did not live upto my expectations. I had this wild thought of girls dancing naked in campus and performing most of the erotic dances to anyone who helps them get intoxicated, to my utter surprise, the ladies themselves were not insight, the pub was a den of