I'd hate t0 say this is h0w I feel,
But I f0rg0t that what we had wasn't real.
Felt pieces missing the day we parted.
Remembering h0w it was bef0re it started.
Me with0ut y0u,
And y0u with an0ther.
All this time
Kept underc0ver.
All the feelings I had inside,
All the self-insight
Y0u helped pr0vide.
Y0u'd teach me me.
Y0u'd reinvent.
In all wisd0m,
B0rr0wed and lent.
We became new pe0ple,
0h s0 eager t0 change
And yet the new y0u stayed
0ut 0f my range.
S0 we had 0ur fun,
In c0mpariss0n t0 n0ne.

(inc0mplete)

<3 LILO <3

1hand on d neck,swftly rubbing up nd down,while my other down below creating that beautiful sound. both hands in unison 2enchant an enigmatic instrument. with my right 2 strum, and left 2hold. with swift movements, this guitar, i'l love til i'm beyond old

Now I'm torn,
Left bare and exposed.
In silence I often realize
What once I had supposed.
Reality escaping,
Never knowing who we are.
But in trying to turn back,
Only to realize that I've gone to far.

Drifting, barely afloat, I see.
What was, but now could have never been.
Lost in a sea of my own emotion,
Unwillingly controlled to sick devotion.
Just bobbing up and down,
Willingly or not.
This silence often revealing
What was once forgot.

Tangled in a web of my mind.
Searching, only to find,
A batch of cliches, livid and crude.
On the quest for individuality pursued.
Just let me go,
I think I've figured it out
That within the silence.
Truth is most horribly devout.

Yes, the silence.
Bringer of confusion.
From lies to the truth,
Yet never with defusion.
Stripping all falsehoods,
only to add more.
Bringing what it wishes
Like some insecure whore.

Yet in this silence we find truth.
Future, present, and even our youth.
Still willfully finishing what I started,
Until once again, we've parted...

28th Sept.

As it pours i lay.events of da day bein washd away.purifyin al dat has been.erasn al dats bn seen.ths is my rebirth,let da storm rage,for ths is ultimate cntrol.lettn my powr unleash,in quest 2bcum whole.

Friday the 13th

Double, double, toil and trouble.
Fires and cauldrons bubble.
Today's the day that evil doubles.
Friday the 13th, you're in for trouble.

Don't let it slip, don't think it'll slide.
'cause in this world, you cannot hide.
From what, they say, lies in the closet.
From what, pray tell, lies deep inside.

Spirits rise, and toss and tumble.
Zombies, whose body parts fumble.
Deamons rise to make you stumble.
To take your soul.
To make you crumble.

And thus the mark of superstition,
with myths and legends in its composition.
To take power in this crude position.
For lest we forget our plain intuition.
And stumble thus upon this dark constitution.

So let them curse, bitch or hex.
Or run, lest they be next.

Heaven

Heaven,
Yet only a mile away.
Never regretting to smile today.
Envisage a time that's yet to say
A thought only capable
To set my heart array.

Heaven,
Yet only a mile apart
Be there the distance,
Or the mind to start.
Never denying
The beauty of your art
Nor to break or shatter a heart

Heaven,
Yet only a beat inside.
When vanquished indifference,
Arrogance or pride.
Quite the impossibility to hide,
Every bit
Of love inside.

Heaven,
Yet I'm only a touch without.
And solely to you,
My love’s devout.

Kumbi Musiyambiri

Suicide?

i wish i cud die,
coz i no im not needed.
never again wantin to fly,
coz my life is now conceaded.broken down mentally
by powers thought to be unknown.
standn in da rain,
knowin that i'm finally alone.
a gun to my head,
a knife to my chest.
which death do u think
would be best?