Submissions by Mungu
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Sep 2013 9:07pm
24th Sep 2013 9:07pm
I woke up a white man
Once I woke up a white man
with a soul so dark, I could not bare to see the light.
You see, I was actually black
but the lack of pigmentation in my skin deceived the eye.
They would not accept my true heritage,
for i had no proof of my roots, though i knew they ran deep.
Once I woke up a white man
who never understood why men had to be separated and treated differently,
why was I more special, my skin colour played too much of a role.
I was white and lacking colour.
So I chose to fight along...
with a soul so dark, I could not bare to see the light.
You see, I was actually black
but the lack of pigmentation in my skin deceived the eye.
They would not accept my true heritage,
for i had no proof of my roots, though i knew they ran deep.
Once I woke up a white man
who never understood why men had to be separated and treated differently,
why was I more special, my skin colour played too much of a role.
I was white and lacking colour.
So I chose to fight along...
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Jun 2013 10:34am
19th Jun 2013 10:34am
I write
I feel like I should write,
write my sorrows and fears away.
I feel like I should free my heart and soul,
my mind and spirit by jotting down all these words.
Words I've learned to depend on for my own salvation,
words that remind me of my humanity
I feel I might just lose them
and lose myself in the process.
I wear a facade that most people can't see,
I can't even see it myself sometimes
I've grown so accustomed to it
that it has actually become me.
You look at me and see strength,
I look at me and see fear.
I'm scared to...
write my sorrows and fears away.
I feel like I should free my heart and soul,
my mind and spirit by jotting down all these words.
Words I've learned to depend on for my own salvation,
words that remind me of my humanity
I feel I might just lose them
and lose myself in the process.
I wear a facade that most people can't see,
I can't even see it myself sometimes
I've grown so accustomed to it
that it has actually become me.
You look at me and see strength,
I look at me and see fear.
I'm scared to...
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th May 2013 00:13am
9th May 2013 00:13am
Do not reveal
For a while there I thought I had given up on love poems,
poems where I reveal my heart to the world.
A heart I thought had gone cold,
waiting for eternity to come,
for its lonesome self to be overcome
only by the love of the Most High.
Sometimes it skips a heart beat or two,
but never enough to leave hope,
for it to foresee a future,
hope was lost indeed.
And now you, whom I have known for a while,
my heart has skipped a beat or two
but I shoved you to the side
for I don't foresee a future,
I don't see how me and...
poems where I reveal my heart to the world.
A heart I thought had gone cold,
waiting for eternity to come,
for its lonesome self to be overcome
only by the love of the Most High.
Sometimes it skips a heart beat or two,
but never enough to leave hope,
for it to foresee a future,
hope was lost indeed.
And now you, whom I have known for a while,
my heart has skipped a beat or two
but I shoved you to the side
for I don't foresee a future,
I don't see how me and...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Apr 2013 2:07pm
6th Apr 2013 2:07pm
Disappointment
Disappointment, like change, is inevitable.
Not all can be picture perfect, Kodak.
We are let down, we let down, down we go, we spiral.
Emotions take over, control is how we deal with them.
No matter how big or how small, disappointment is one.
One that affects us, good or bad, usually the latter, you can choose to deal.
Deal with the circumstances, the most crucial part.
How shall it affect, how do you let it play out?
Does it really spiral down a staircase of no end or its a mere jump to touch the floor and get back up?
Maybe I'm making too...
Not all can be picture perfect, Kodak.
We are let down, we let down, down we go, we spiral.
Emotions take over, control is how we deal with them.
No matter how big or how small, disappointment is one.
One that affects us, good or bad, usually the latter, you can choose to deal.
Deal with the circumstances, the most crucial part.
How shall it affect, how do you let it play out?
Does it really spiral down a staircase of no end or its a mere jump to touch the floor and get back up?
Maybe I'm making too...
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Mar 2013 9:50pm
16th Mar 2013 9:50pm
Escape
As I bent over, out of breathe, looking hastily behind me, I cannot bear to run anymore.
I am out of breathe, my body aching from unfitness, sour throat, sinking lungs.
All I wanted to do was escape, get away from my fears and insecurities.
No matter where I go, how many life lines have been thrown to me, flown away, I can't seem to escape.
You know that small voice that overshadows all reasoning, all joyful emotions, SOMBRE,
that's what it tells you, insects in you.
Higher and higher you get in its voice, that poisonous pill that has your heart swell, heartbeat too...
I am out of breathe, my body aching from unfitness, sour throat, sinking lungs.
All I wanted to do was escape, get away from my fears and insecurities.
No matter where I go, how many life lines have been thrown to me, flown away, I can't seem to escape.
You know that small voice that overshadows all reasoning, all joyful emotions, SOMBRE,
that's what it tells you, insects in you.
Higher and higher you get in its voice, that poisonous pill that has your heart swell, heartbeat too...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Feb 2013 10:25am
16th Feb 2013 10:25am
Emancipate
Its not what you call me but what I answer too, that matters most.'
An African proverb.
Africa equals black,
a colour braced, glorified yet suppressing.
Our minds are shut down, slavery of the worst kind.
'Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery',
uttered by many, hindered by few.
We sing but don't understand
that we are our own mental slaves
and very few of us realise it or act upon it.
We would rather look to outside influence
and conform to their ways.
We say we free,
yet see them as superior,
while...
An African proverb.
Africa equals black,
a colour braced, glorified yet suppressing.
Our minds are shut down, slavery of the worst kind.
'Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery',
uttered by many, hindered by few.
We sing but don't understand
that we are our own mental slaves
and very few of us realise it or act upon it.
We would rather look to outside influence
and conform to their ways.
We say we free,
yet see them as superior,
while...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
5th Feb 2013 6:33pm
5th Feb 2013 6:33pm
Senses signal...lost!
I hear, I feel, I see
yet I am deaf, numb and blind
to the calling of my Lord.
I cannot decipher what exactly I should do,
what is expected of me.
I know I am fighting against You,
a rebel, but why do i feel like it is right?
Like everything I am told on how to live in You
is not exactly how i should live,
like the path i am on is correct.
For I am sinking,
sinking in my own lies, not ready for ties.
One leg in, one leg out, not fully absorbed.
I want...
yet I am deaf, numb and blind
to the calling of my Lord.
I cannot decipher what exactly I should do,
what is expected of me.
I know I am fighting against You,
a rebel, but why do i feel like it is right?
Like everything I am told on how to live in You
is not exactly how i should live,
like the path i am on is correct.
For I am sinking,
sinking in my own lies, not ready for ties.
One leg in, one leg out, not fully absorbed.
I want...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Feb 2013 8:05pm
4th Feb 2013 8:05pm
Circumstances
Life is presented to us in the most unfashionable way
Old fashioned as it comes,
circumstances forthcoming for the present
is where it lays its foundation.
We are led by our minds, yet they feel
like supernatural beings in control.
As much control as we have, we lose focus,
lose way, lose sight of a mission, a goal,
led behind, not forward.
What to look for? The mystery unsolved,
that run these circumstances.
So in my bed I lay, my head leaning on my pillow,
...
Old fashioned as it comes,
circumstances forthcoming for the present
is where it lays its foundation.
We are led by our minds, yet they feel
like supernatural beings in control.
As much control as we have, we lose focus,
lose way, lose sight of a mission, a goal,
led behind, not forward.
What to look for? The mystery unsolved,
that run these circumstances.
So in my bed I lay, my head leaning on my pillow,
...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Jan 2013 11:55am
7th Jan 2013 11:55am
Village Life
Village life
Sitting out here, herding the cattle.
An interesting outlook on life, on how the ordinary herds boys' day is spent.
The cow with a bell around its neck, an indication of its position, miles away, i still won't lose them.
While the sun shines bright, not diamonds, you sit comfortably in the shade and watch the hours go by, tick tock.
Village life
A place i like to escape to, but only for a little while.
A chance to get away from all the commotion, from all the advancement, but like i said, only for a little while.
Here i can repeat clothing...
Sitting out here, herding the cattle.
An interesting outlook on life, on how the ordinary herds boys' day is spent.
The cow with a bell around its neck, an indication of its position, miles away, i still won't lose them.
While the sun shines bright, not diamonds, you sit comfortably in the shade and watch the hours go by, tick tock.
Village life
A place i like to escape to, but only for a little while.
A chance to get away from all the commotion, from all the advancement, but like i said, only for a little while.
Here i can repeat clothing...
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2013 9:26pm
2nd Jan 2013 9:26pm
The battle of two
They say love is blind
but many a times
i wonder whether its heartfelt or mind felt..
Many say they in love,
blinded by its beauty,
incapable to live without the other,
their heart would be broken.
How i was taught,
or how i havent allowed myself to feel,
i felt tht love is incapable
of any other thn love itself.
So is it love or obsession
that leaves us binded?
tied to possibilities of our unmandated lies
of our incapabilities to strive,
to breathe,
to being a being without the other?
I may not...
but many a times
i wonder whether its heartfelt or mind felt..
Many say they in love,
blinded by its beauty,
incapable to live without the other,
their heart would be broken.
How i was taught,
or how i havent allowed myself to feel,
i felt tht love is incapable
of any other thn love itself.
So is it love or obsession
that leaves us binded?
tied to possibilities of our unmandated lies
of our incapabilities to strive,
to breathe,
to being a being without the other?
I may not...
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Dec 2012 8:16pm
28th Dec 2012 8:16pm
Selfish me
Letting go of someone u adore,
does that make me a bad person?
Letting go of someone who loves u,
am i really a bad person?
I know i have my reasons,
but of issues we vowed to work through together.
Am i selfish cos i looked at it
from my point of view
and rendered you incapable of change?
Is change not inevitable,
something that we have to deal with,
we cannot run.
Then why do i decide by myself?
Once again, is it my selfish nature to decide for you.
I know i must not fully blame myself
but not put...
does that make me a bad person?
Letting go of someone who loves u,
am i really a bad person?
I know i have my reasons,
but of issues we vowed to work through together.
Am i selfish cos i looked at it
from my point of view
and rendered you incapable of change?
Is change not inevitable,
something that we have to deal with,
we cannot run.
Then why do i decide by myself?
Once again, is it my selfish nature to decide for you.
I know i must not fully blame myself
but not put...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Dec 2012 00:04am
19th Dec 2012 00:04am
Inspirational
It’s been a while
And I thank Simon for the inspiration.
I just had to write and hopefully
My words would flow freely.
I admit, I get jealous
When I read how others personify words,
That I feel captured in the moment,
If only those words were my own.
Words beautifully said,
No time for sentence structure or correction,
Just pure emotions, feelings and ideas
Flowing gradually to the surface
And expressed so magnificently
That I too wish I could write so lively
And bring my words to life.
Words that would touch and heal
Or help...
And I thank Simon for the inspiration.
I just had to write and hopefully
My words would flow freely.
I admit, I get jealous
When I read how others personify words,
That I feel captured in the moment,
If only those words were my own.
Words beautifully said,
No time for sentence structure or correction,
Just pure emotions, feelings and ideas
Flowing gradually to the surface
And expressed so magnificently
That I too wish I could write so lively
And bring my words to life.
Words that would touch and heal
Or help...
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