His World · Poetry

It’s Ok

It's okay to feel lost at times,It's okay to cry.Having a fragmented heart does not prevent you from loving wholly, because although we are different, we are one in the fact that we all have the experience of being human and experiencing our fair share of suffering, pain and confusion. It's okay to love again.It's… Continue reading It’s Ok

Her Logic · Poetry

Revelations of Time

"It snowed today", she typed.I paused and smiled for a second as I imagined a sight unaccustomed to my African eyes.All I had known my whole life was the yellow sun at its zenith; And yetAlthough we layed in different beds,In different rooms,On opposite sides of the globe,The same sun shun on each of us,Just… Continue reading Revelations of Time

His World · Poetry

Love, Care and Grace…

Kintsugi is the Japanese art of putting broken pottery pieces back together with gold — An artistic way of giving value to something once seen as worthless; the complete opposite of cancel culture I guess...The Japanese had it figured out. An idea created on the fact that if flaws and imperfections were seen as normal… Continue reading Love, Care and Grace…

His World · Poetry

In another life…

In another life promises will be kept and love won't grow cold. In a reminiscent state I long for the warmth of summer and the sweetness that winter once hadAs your warm breath cleared your foggy screen and exposed its little cracks;A portrait of my breaking heart. You broke me first and in the process,I… Continue reading In another life…

His World · Poetry

Storytime (Drive home)

It was an afternoon drive and home was our destination;Gaudy bronze sun revealing the true colour of our irises,Gospel music playing on the aux cord,And my spirit conjuring up divinely inspired questions..."Do you believe in miracles?" "Yes", she said softly."What's one miracle that you have been a witness of?"I lowered the volume expecting a stutter,… Continue reading Storytime (Drive home)

Poetry

So long

This marks 27 years of your absence, I've learned to attach the memory of you to aspects I can touch and feel, sometimes it works wonders other not so much. Those who love you are are still going through the pain, Those who love you are still feeling the aches, Those who remember I've learn… Continue reading So long

Poetry

Writing

Writing, the art of putting thoughts and ideas down on a canvas; physical or digital. A skill taught to an infant, essential for effective communication, used by all who have the ability to see and limbs to write. Writing, the number one tool used by those unable to verbally express themselves, Writing, the go to… Continue reading Writing

His World · Poetry

The Forgotten

I was born blind,Unable to see my mother's smileIf ever I did make her smile,Or the proud look of my fatherIf ever he was proud of me,It wasn't too long until society turned a blind eye to me,Isolated,Forgotten... I was deaf,Never heard the birds chirping,Waterfalls cascading down rocky riverbeds,Or even an "I love you" from… Continue reading The Forgotten

Poetry

Description

How would you describe life? Life to me is the act of loving one's existence, being one with one's feelings, emotions, body and soul. Life is making a conscious choice to carry on despite the hurdles that lay ahead. It's being okay with the idea that you may not be okay but still strive to… Continue reading Description

His World · Poetry

Stains of Love

He proceeded...Without caution or hesitationdown a slippery slope,A heart filled with hope.Hope that one day, you would choose Him too... Let me lay out the scenery,First nail went in, as He screamed in agony... Beauty in this mystery, an act that changed the course of History, death that led to victory...As His body was beaten,… Continue reading Stains of Love