Dark Taxi Tales

Yesterday, at about 8pm, on my way home from church (yes I did go to church yesterday. No it wasn’t Prophet Mbonye’s church. Those of us who don’t have money for offertory were told to pray in this late evening service. My dear pastor doesn’t want to listen to our stories of hard life and shit. So we were preached to by the deputy assistant pastor. I think this guy is an intern pastor – training or volunteering as he builds his own church. His preaching was all oba how!? We were just about 20 congregants, mostly youth and two or three old women who looked like widows searching for husbands. If anyone wants an old wife, come to my church. We got plenty.)

Depression

“I smile, but I want to cry I talk, but I want to be quiet I pretend I’m happy, but I’m sad I’m exhausted from trying to be stronger than I feel” I’ve wanted to write about how I truly feel for quite a while now. In as much as I pride myself in having…

Moon Peace

Tonight I pay allegiance to the moon To that beautiful piece of rock Floating ever so calmly through our midnight sky I’m listening To it’s silent whisper To the fervent words that it speaks to my ears only My heart is at peace I’ve settled my debt With the demons that Haunted my past The…

Challenge

The most beautiful people you’ll ever meet aren’t always the ones who catch your eyes first. No the most beautiful people are the ones that can never be figured out. The ones you could talk with for many hours and yet still have a million things to ask those with a mind so deep that…

Abyss

My heart waits not for darkness to come to start feeling lonely I don’t need the sun to disappear below the horizon for my fragile soul to sink into this abyss Dusk starts any time Every little thing is a trigger for these demons that call me home My palms are weary scoured black from…

The Past

I’m in love with the old relics from time past made ages ago I crave the sound of crunchy paper as my pen glides o’er it creating dreams sketching worlds the old amuses me refines me teaches me reassures me betters me I’m in love with timelessness with real touch with silent words with emotions…

Routine

I’m very particular about my daily routine Afraid if I break it a spectacular evil might befall the world I’m scared of not doing things in my usual order for the life of me I can’t break routine I just can’t About this poem: I surely can’t be the only stickler for routine in this…

You

weave me around your soul around the things you fear the most tie me into your insecurities into the horrors you face on a daily knot within me your secrets your deepest darkest abominations take me into your world sullen and void though it may be explore your dreams sweet child like a river flow…