It is to the known to know, And the unknown to dream You and me, We make closeted dreams. -Jeru
I want you to go out and live, to celebrate what you believe in. To learn the truth, and not learn, what others think is the truth. I want you to pray, to whom so ever you may please. I want you to visit the … Continue reading Letter to my little one.
I walk the streets, all by myself, Through the parks, shops and lovely homes. I see the families say their evening prayers. And Children cry in their baby beds. Everyone gathered to break bread, Their supper is served on kitchen shelves. I feel the need … Continue reading Foster.
Pray for you, Pray for me, Pray for those who need our prayers. Pray for the fighters, Pray for the warriors, Pray for those who succumb to bloodshed. Pray for mothers, Pray for fathers, Pray for those who have empty nursery beds. Pray for the … Continue reading Pray.
She had a dream of him not by her side. It seemed so real it felt so surreal. The illusive dream, the never ending one, She tossed and turned, for no one to cry on. It was the other day, for he looked away. The … Continue reading Dream.
I dreamed of this night with you, I had it all chalked out, A dinner, a date, a rendezvous A walk by the park before 2. You came in suited, eyes brighter than blue, So chivalrous were you, These flowers smelt so new This is … Continue reading Late Date.
From a dark home, To an empty soul. A hurt heart, Makes a writer gold. -Jeru
The street was dark as he walked, For how it was the other days. He bought something for the little one, Because he knew he had to celebrate the day. And suddenly then a bright light beamed And he thought maybe he saw wrong. Then … Continue reading Light he never saw.
Exams are always a bust, Don’t they know our brains now collect rust. It is the worst time of the year, It takes away all the cheer. I honestly just want to sleep, But all these books make me weep. To the feeling of house … Continue reading Exam Blues.
You’re odd. And how even are you? Then I guess we make a perfect subset. And maybe then, you are of prime importance to me. -Jeru
I played bat, but not ball. I spoke to him, and not to her. I cooked when, I should have built. I cried when, I should have wrestled. I chased the wrong, but not the right. I made choices from the heart, but not the … Continue reading Who am I?
This secret life I lead, The mysteries that it lays before me. Nobody knows the value of a word, More than a poet that describes a bird. I like that very few know, And it’s not that hard to stay on the down low. But … Continue reading Secret Life
I have felt so much hurt inside, Thinking my life was futile. That I was not good enough, And that nobody cared enough. It really is so terrible, To feel so miserable. It’s as though the world is shutting on you, And there is no … Continue reading Odyssey.
He will not change, Senior at school Gaining all the cool Head of the ball team Running the place like he was king to be. Girls bending over Boys wanting him to be over He is your average male chauvinist And these are the signs, … Continue reading He.
Don’t ask, don’t tell, I am going to hit you on the head. Who says, don’t care, Meet you in the hall past ten. I am, no man, I will beat you to the half line. Why write, nonsense, When life only gave you lemons. … Continue reading Nonsense.
Follow your heart For it knows what it needs A friendly face And a cup of hot tea. Follow your heart For it knows what it feels Leave it unattended And withered will it be. -Jeru
When did you get so distant? When did you stop to care? When did life come in the way? When did talking to me make you despair? Am I the reason, Is that why you don’t care? -Jeru
I see my parents constantly, It is kind of exhausting honestly. Mum finds new ways to make fun of me, And Dad finds ways to outsmart me. I am an odd mixture, Of this Missus and Mister. I can dance at every opportunity, And at … Continue reading Ode to my Parents.
Repressed emotions she feels, The neighbors cry loudly amidst their sleep. Sounds vibrating through the walls, Sleepless nights now dawn. She wonders when her days are to come, And when her fairy tale will make her numb. In her head she hopes, He is a … Continue reading Fairy tale Man.