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Beyond Sky

The wheat is thick this time of year,
wild enough to appeal to my heart
deep enough to care.
 
The walk is wet; melancholic  
my hands creeping through the heads-
fingers through your hair
 
and the world tilts for a second.
The sky dives into the field,
holds breath, resurfaces
 
as those birds
sing their siren songs
toward every memory
 
the ground, your face
still breathing,
still breathing.

Hearts and Flowers
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Who wants them?
i prefer the look
the growl
the smell
of You

Hearts get broken
Flowers die
But Your look
Your glare
Your deep,dark eyes
burn forever in my mind

Your growl echo's through me
like thunder on a stormy night
The scent of You lingers
long after You leave me,
bereft...needing more

Keep Your hearts and flowers
for someone deserving
i am Your slave
i deserve nothing more
than You give me

like an ocean
your sadness is deep
like the ocean
what I would give
to see your upturned lips
in a fragmented smile;
like the ocean
your pull is overwhelming
and
like the ocean
I can't help but
drown in you

Stray Bullets (Noir Version)

Through cigarette smoke, red-flaming ash,    
To mirror shattering, scattering flies,    
Hot silver streaks and lightning black    
Tear sweating face between her thighs.    
     
Blind stripes scramble on white flesh.    
Rose petals fall from cracked vase pale.    
Loud, high strung, violent violins    
Strain as illicit romance flails.    
     
From next room come the piercing cries    
Of children hiding under beds.    
The typist hands fall hard on keys,    
By random exclamations shred.    
     
Out in the streets beneath church bells,    
The drunken reveler casts his lead...    
At last, o’er shadowed alley’s bricks    
Leaks blood from perpetrator’s head.    
 



Written by Artina Heartflash (aheartflash)  
Published 16th September 2013 10:32am    
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.

Red Leaves
       
       
     
Open hole, hollow soul.          
Black blood spells it all out on peeling wall of gray.          
Blue lips' slick stain leaves a bruise on window pane          
which I press with heart strain as you walk away          
in pounding pain of pouring rain,          
clutching your coat of mystery like a shield against misery          
of the fall.            
       
If I could you know I would reach out in love’s name and whisper-thread fingers through that red fire on your head, wanting to relieve the heat inflaming your brow.  Deep thunder of your heart is a fading echo now and my words just wet leaves tumbling after you, cleaving sore to your heavy gusts. I must trust God’s angels to guard, guide and keep us 'til my spirit hard-embraces yours once more.  
       
       
Red leaves cover the stone where you lie sleeping.          
       
       


Written by Artina Heartflash (aheartflash)  
Published 16th October 2013 1:05pm  All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.

my death awaits me
because everyone hates me
i cant take the pain
i am no longer sane
it stalks me at night
the souls scream in fright
i regret grabbing that knife
my life is draining away
it was almost gone anyway

MY NAME IS Qiqa AND IT STARTS WITH A CAPITAL Q.
You know these days
I've been rather angry,irritated,bitter
Asa matter of fact
I'vebeen pissed
Becauseof people like you
Yes,you,youand you
Yousee I hate it
I hate it when you stand before me and
mispronounce my name

When you misspell my name.
I'msick and tired of people
neglectingto speak right
JUst because i twang and twist at times
when I speak don't give you a right
to call me "kaka"
My name is Qiqa and it starts with a capital Q!!

WhenI think of my name I think of the
wonderfulday
Izululali zongoma,umhlaba encancazela yinyikima
Itwas as if the heavans were about to open
asthe day they once opened to let Jesus in
Oh,myname was the bringer of peace,love,unity
Myname means think straight
Sowrite it right
Or you'll lose the true meaning

I will not stand here to be mocked
and remain silent
when my name is being thrashed around from english "kaka"
to Nigerian "Cica" right throuhg to coloured "kika"
I am a born free!!

Gone are the days when our foremothers names were
changed from "Nonkwenkwezi" To "Rose-Mary"
and our forefathers names from "Vulindlela" to "Richard"

I will not stand to be insulted
I will not live to be renamed
I will not be rebuked!!

My name is busy building a legacy,an empire and
here you are tormenting it

My name is a constant reminder of what is due to my family

I will not be relabelled
I will not stand here listening to people
neglecting to speak right.

Myname is an African epitome
tobe embraced,cherished and said RIGHT
MYNAME IS Qiqa and it starts with a capital Q

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