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Is it really me

Posted: November 25, 2017 in poetry
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That you look at with such love in your eyes

Tell me, is it really me that you say you want to grow old with

That you claim to have so much beauty within and without

Is it really me, that makes you feel safe and relaxed

That gives you the strength and the push for a better tomorrow

Please, tell me again, as am finding it hard to believe, that it is I who gives you the reason and hope for life and love

That it is really me who receieves all these lovely and priceless gifts of love from you

I am so happy

It really is me.

I am the one your heart beats for!

WaruguruWangeci

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High heels and a cappuccino

Posted: August 6, 2017 in poetry
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At first I felt angry at the world

Everything should work out exactly how I wish

This is my third day, I think I suffered minor depression

When this happens, everyone and everything is at fault. For a moment

Then it’s all me at fault

Here I go again

Judging myself harshly

I should be perfect. Why do I make mistakes? Why don’t I break bad habits?

When still in bed feeling sorry for myself today, I had this brilliant idea

It’s absolutely foolish to dwell on mistakes

So I picked my highest black heels and got myself a cappuccino

Why should I prevent myself the joy of swaying my hips allover town

But wait, that’s not the only reason

It heals my soul

These heels heal my soul

And a cappuccino on this bench with the breeze and noises from businesses around, makes everything better

This is another chapter. I almost know how it ends, but am hoping to prove myself wrong

Well…
– WaruguruWangeci


Not like her or her

Posted: July 21, 2017 in poetry

I tend to leave my nails unpolished

And when I polish them, I tend to leave them chipped

Sometimes I don’t apply lipstick on my lips

A moisturizer works just as good.

When I put on lipstick, I leave out details that would turn my lips into magic

Even my hair, I don’t always keep it neat

In fact, I feel wild and free when I don’t comb it

But I love heels! I must admit sandals and flats feel good though

And I love dresses and jeans and bags and makeup and sneakers

You see, I love being a girl!

But I can’t ignore the boy in me

I always wonder how it makes you feel

To see me look different, careless

Not like her or her, whose everything is perfect and neat

Should I be perfect? I mean, I could. I’ve spent a good number of years being perfect but you didn’t see this version of me, did you?

But truth is, a good cologne and some silky lotion is way less effort

If I look like her or her,

Will you love me more? Will you love me less?

If I look like me, free and wild and careless and optionally perfect, will you love me forever?

-WaruguruWangeci

 

Whole again

Posted: July 20, 2017 in poetry

Hey!

When we met I was whole.

Then I wasn’t.

Then I was.

And again I wasn’t.

But now…

Now am whole again.

This is forever love.

I still love you

Posted: July 20, 2017 in poetry
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I had another one last night

Another emotional breakdown

I keep getting these ones but honestly, I hate them

I made you feel inadequate

I made you feel not enough

But you’re more than enough

And today I could not tell you this

I didn’t know how to

How can these personalities collide like this

How can I love you so much and hurt you so deep

So I decided to keep my distance

To ensure am whole again

Then maybe I can tell you all the words I don’t say

I can tell you those negative words and feelings are all a lie

I don’t want to hurt you

Let me keep my distance

We have a connection

Let it make you understand, make you feel

I still love you,

I always will

Refresh

Posted: July 18, 2017 in poetry

Honey,

They will make you think something is wrong with you

That you’re the problem

Don’t believe them 

It’s a lie

You’re a dime

Tear

Posted: July 8, 2017 in poetry
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Do heroes cry

Do heroines soak their pillows at night

Who knows where heroes reside

If it’s inside me, 

Who knows which part of me

Do heroes and heroines have blurry eyes

Do tears run down their cheeks 

I’ll stand, I’ll fall, I’ll cry, I’ll try 

Yes, I will be my hero

Even with this tear, I will save myself
– WaruguruWangeci