I fell for him, not in whispers or sighs,
But in crescendos, in rhythms, in skies
Painted with notes that danced in the air,
Each song a thread of the love we’d share.

He wasn’t just music—he was the sound,
The hum of the earth, the pulse underground.
A genre, a chord, a tune soft and true,
Would echo his soul, would carry his hue.

But now he is gone, and silence remains,
A hollow refrain, a ghost in the strains.
Yet when music plays, I’m drawn to the year,
I search for a sign he might have been near.

Did he hum this tune? Did he hear this beat?
Did it brush his soul? Was it his retreat?
The thought is a comfort, though bittersweet,
A harmony bridging where life and death meet.

For love like this does not fade away,
It lingers in songs, in chords that replay.
So I listen, I wonder, I dream him alive,
Through melodies where his spirit survives

Good night dear stranger
I hope you manage to close your eyes
And your mind won't start it's terrifying show and tell

Good night dear stranger
I hope you can take a breathe
And breathe in the air from a place you feel safe
And breathe out all of the memories from times you weren't

Good night dear stranger
I hope the darkness doesn't resemble your mind
And that your thoughts about yourself are kind

Good night dear stranger
I hope you dream sweet dreams
And that you wake up
Still feeling that peace
And not like you're in a living nightmare

another january rain above us,
same month, same city, same conflict,
a different ‘you’ in my poems.

i wonder what you really felt
when you slung my arm over yours,
when you relentlessly chased my hand,
those hard, seasoned fingers on mine.

i try to fight you off, but i wind up
linking our arms in a chain,
rubbing your back until i’m sore,
hearing you ramble in that car ride,
as you asked about my bruises and
searched for my hand before i cut you off,
knowing we cannot be more than this,
at least not now.

that night
when the sky sobbed watching us,
i wished you were drunk every day
and regretted that i was completely sober.

I heard from you again, in a random gaming stream
Others saw some internet figure, I saw an old dream
A friend made way back when, just shy from being 15
Everybody sees this tiny bean, when some saw it sprout
How I gleamed when I wondered in my heart where you've been

You've gone by many names, since last I've known of you
Never had an opportunity alone to catch up on 14 to 20
Only ever glimpses, mishaps, happy birthdays and by chances
Happenstance, lucky days, barely any words where the past had plenty

I've known you a quarter of a year, yet 7 was in memory
I wonder how destiny feels, being a part of this story
Her birth solidified me as her never to know god uncle
Will she ever get to complete the puzzle?

I hope one day Justice fines redemption
That he grows to be strong and Tenacious
That blue eyes shine on a dark world
That your destiny is never twirled

And Lastly, I hope you stay a bright star
To others wherever you are
Beyond the Golden Acres on your Scalp
That love and kindness always helps

To you, Raine
Through success and pain

Now that family have separated
From the gathering your funeral brought
Can we still talk of the dearly departed?
When everyone else is so caught
Up in their own sky, clouded by judgment

That a slab of Marble brings people together
And that personal troubles is not above the weather
And the smell of rain as it drips down our hair
To fill the role of tears where our minds don't care

To the grandkids you never got to hug
To the machines that were plugged
The hospital you never awoke from
To me who never visited cause I was afraid and dumb


Do you nod your head in anger? Do your tears Bring rain?
When we stray from the right path and cause each other pain?
Do you regret like we do? Or do you forget in paradise?
Are you finally at peace? Does the ignorance suffice?

I hope you never have to see us at our worst
That only love bursts from your eyes
From the golden Skies, where you hide
That the blinding light hides the truth
That we're struggling in our youth

Find peace Ouma, and please be at the entrance when we die
So we could cry, and be suprised when you haven't changed one bit
That your joy persists and we can't resist looking back
That you're finally on track, no bills or selfish entities
That your soul is intact, and you don't lose your Amenity

In the mirror's silvered light, I see
A love that's not there, a fantasy
A reflection of what I want to be
A dream that's born of longing, not reality

Your eyes, a canvas of deceit
A masterpiece of manipulation, so sweet
Your words, a gentle breeze that soothes my soul
But behind the façade, a heart that's cold

I'm lost in the labyrinth of my mind
A maze of make-believe, where love's left behind
I'm chasing the shadows, the ghosts of our past
A love that never was, a love that won't last

Yet still I hold on, to the hope in my heart
A delusional love, that refuses to depart
A love that's born of dreams, of fantasies and fears
A love that's not real, but one that brings me tears.