Submissions by TouchSky
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Real name: moses nyati Started poetry 2014 Improving and feeding my brain daily is my standard.
Break Her Heart.
The meat inside my chest desires her, and she desires me.
My face painted with her kisses of romance.
How can I resist her, when her low voice tone is sweeter than honey.
Am ever pulled to her smooth skin like a glowing moon-light at mid-night.
Am glued to her enticing luminous watery and white round eyes.
Each moment I taste her; she leaves a mark on my soul.
Living me dead and alone on the cold floor, broken off by guilty.
Am leaving her, leaving her clueless
I'll grind her pumping machine into pieces.
Till am remembered no more.
Am...
My face painted with her kisses of romance.
How can I resist her, when her low voice tone is sweeter than honey.
Am ever pulled to her smooth skin like a glowing moon-light at mid-night.
Am glued to her enticing luminous watery and white round eyes.
Each moment I taste her; she leaves a mark on my soul.
Living me dead and alone on the cold floor, broken off by guilty.
Am leaving her, leaving her clueless
I'll grind her pumping machine into pieces.
Till am remembered no more.
Am...
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Blessed Or Cursed
Rotten, worms a cancer in the flesh, skin and bones.
A constant irritating noise.
in the ears.
Words as vomit in the eyes.
Like a merciless knife cutting the heart that loves.
A dwarf in moral standards.
Pride, demons in thee reign.
Too intelligent to listen to em grown ups.
Taking advantage of the weak.
Thy self is your God.
But where do thee go, when numberless storms befall thee.?
Wake up from your slumber as a stubborn child.
But a pepertual blessing to thy parents thee should be.
Never should thee grow tired, for...
A constant irritating noise.
in the ears.
Words as vomit in the eyes.
Like a merciless knife cutting the heart that loves.
A dwarf in moral standards.
Pride, demons in thee reign.
Too intelligent to listen to em grown ups.
Taking advantage of the weak.
Thy self is your God.
But where do thee go, when numberless storms befall thee.?
Wake up from your slumber as a stubborn child.
But a pepertual blessing to thy parents thee should be.
Never should thee grow tired, for...
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When Chains Are Calling
In a deep pit I was chained.
My legs, poor mind
and my precious gifts of hands.
All in strong shackles.
.
Dirt on my bumpy face.
My chest empty with a big hole on
my left side.
I was so tired of trying to break out
of this stinking pit prison.
Till I grew faint.
.
Then a bright light shined brightest.
He covered my deep hole on my chest
with his massive love.
Chains and prisons broken.
Cleaned up my dirty face.
I held up my filthy hands to Him.
He cleaned up my stinking soul.
.
That's why when the filthy past...
My legs, poor mind
and my precious gifts of hands.
All in strong shackles.
.
Dirt on my bumpy face.
My chest empty with a big hole on
my left side.
I was so tired of trying to break out
of this stinking pit prison.
Till I grew faint.
.
Then a bright light shined brightest.
He covered my deep hole on my chest
with his massive love.
Chains and prisons broken.
Cleaned up my dirty face.
I held up my filthy hands to Him.
He cleaned up my stinking soul.
.
That's why when the filthy past...
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Heart
She's chewing on the pain in thick silence.
Weak in the flesh and bones.
Her mind is paralysed by heavy thoughts.
Lame and sick in the brain.
Her heart is dead to the ground.
It has fallen in the hands of wrong people.
The'll end up twisting and breaking it
Without knowing.
Grace abounds.
Love is covered in a white coat.
Just get it and put it on.
Weak in the flesh and bones.
Her mind is paralysed by heavy thoughts.
Lame and sick in the brain.
Her heart is dead to the ground.
It has fallen in the hands of wrong people.
The'll end up twisting and breaking it
Without knowing.
Grace abounds.
Love is covered in a white coat.
Just get it and put it on.
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Crushed Dreams
All my dreams are now a mist in the presence of the sun.
Can't see my shadow; when beneath the light.
Swept by the swift winds of time.
Living as a lifeless tree.
with no where to go.
No longer
Sleepless till something is achieved.
But sleepless for nothing.
Walking as a body.
Waiting to be buried.
For life of pure dreams has sunk six feet deep beneath ground.
All is gloomy.
Gat a gun with nothing to shoot.
Gat the strength with no dream to achieve.
Can't see my shadow; when beneath the light.
Swept by the swift winds of time.
Living as a lifeless tree.
with no where to go.
No longer
Sleepless till something is achieved.
But sleepless for nothing.
Walking as a body.
Waiting to be buried.
For life of pure dreams has sunk six feet deep beneath ground.
All is gloomy.
Gat a gun with nothing to shoot.
Gat the strength with no dream to achieve.
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Afloat Stay
Spread out your flying wings
Grey white clouds above.
Your heard
Lifted afar by the unseen winds.
A storm of love.
Across your way.
Hold it tight never let loose.
Grey white clouds above.
Your heard
Lifted afar by the unseen winds.
A storm of love.
Across your way.
Hold it tight never let loose.
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Power Thirsty
The clouds have held their feasts up
Against us.
Sounding a cloud of relentless
Confusion amid us.
A storm of pain almost approaching.
.
Thirsty in the mouth
for power.
They wanna quench their power
thirsty on the ignorant and helpless
masses
.
Condemning is never a solution but
a weakness of failure to accept
the reality.
.
Future so deep uncertain.
I don't know what's realy happening.
Am just visualizing a heavy storm of
Confusion amid us.
Against us.
Sounding a cloud of relentless
Confusion amid us.
A storm of pain almost approaching.
.
Thirsty in the mouth
for power.
They wanna quench their power
thirsty on the ignorant and helpless
masses
.
Condemning is never a solution but
a weakness of failure to accept
the reality.
.
Future so deep uncertain.
I don't know what's realy happening.
Am just visualizing a heavy storm of
Confusion amid us.
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Why I do drugs
Veins poking on my skin.
Ready to squeeze in
the fluid.
Lines of caine also awaits me
On a glassed table.
A clouded mind.
Can't think straight.
I've been tortured,
Left with no second to breath.
My innocence has been striped off.
I lack food on the table.
Left with no choice but to steal;
from all these smiling
faces around me.
They gat their pockets filled.
.
My parents are long gone in a
fearful sleep.
Am alone with no love.
Hate I've grown with; in my
Painful chest.
Neglected of my childhood needs....
Ready to squeeze in
the fluid.
Lines of caine also awaits me
On a glassed table.
A clouded mind.
Can't think straight.
I've been tortured,
Left with no second to breath.
My innocence has been striped off.
I lack food on the table.
Left with no choice but to steal;
from all these smiling
faces around me.
They gat their pockets filled.
.
My parents are long gone in a
fearful sleep.
Am alone with no love.
Hate I've grown with; in my
Painful chest.
Neglected of my childhood needs....
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REJECTS
All doors sealed, closed
My screams can't be heard
By all those
Who prove
To be normal.
Tis like am screaming
Beneath the noiseless
And cold shadowed oceans.
My void
Voices are being deflected.
Afore a noiseless scream :v
From the voice box through my
Lying mouth.
Am scared
Cause
Am wiered
They make me
Wanna hide from my own dark brown skin
Tell me...
For how long will I hide
From my own black painted
Shadows?
Where my own voice is the only trapped
True friend in my boxed mind......
My screams can't be heard
By all those
Who prove
To be normal.
Tis like am screaming
Beneath the noiseless
And cold shadowed oceans.
My void
Voices are being deflected.
Afore a noiseless scream :v
From the voice box through my
Lying mouth.
Am scared
Cause
Am wiered
They make me
Wanna hide from my own dark brown skin
Tell me...
For how long will I hide
From my own black painted
Shadows?
Where my own voice is the only trapped
True friend in my boxed mind......
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Cold Soul
In a mode not yet rated
A cold soul
Seekin' companionship in a lost
Cold world.
No leaning heart found yet
For transmission of warmth
It's been freezing into ice
That breaks.
Detached with no
Connecting lines.
Happiness is only glanced
Through a stained window
Containing a small hole for
Fresh air; to breath.
Ice on skin and fingers writing
On a vapoured cracked window.
Eyes turned white
With a black center.
Fear of a cold soul
Loosing its way in a dark
And lonely hood, accompanied by
Cries of...
A cold soul
Seekin' companionship in a lost
Cold world.
No leaning heart found yet
For transmission of warmth
It's been freezing into ice
That breaks.
Detached with no
Connecting lines.
Happiness is only glanced
Through a stained window
Containing a small hole for
Fresh air; to breath.
Ice on skin and fingers writing
On a vapoured cracked window.
Eyes turned white
With a black center.
Fear of a cold soul
Loosing its way in a dark
And lonely hood, accompanied by
Cries of...
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Lies Are Sweet
Nothing but a sulfur smell of lies.
Sticking to the walls of the rooms
Of the ears
Colliding' and corroding the ears
Words are swift running from the lips
Words are bitter, words are sweet.
Truth so bitter,
Quenching the happiness of lies out from
The heart.
Leaving it dry hurt.
Lies are sweet soothing, smooth....
So addictive if
Lies are sweet lies of love
Moving the heart in sweetness
Heart is in love with sweetness
Who prefers lies to truth?
Ooooh truth hurts.!!!!!!!
You: if hurt by truth;
Get over...
Sticking to the walls of the rooms
Of the ears
Colliding' and corroding the ears
Words are swift running from the lips
Words are bitter, words are sweet.
Truth so bitter,
Quenching the happiness of lies out from
The heart.
Leaving it dry hurt.
Lies are sweet soothing, smooth....
So addictive if
Lies are sweet lies of love
Moving the heart in sweetness
Heart is in love with sweetness
Who prefers lies to truth?
Ooooh truth hurts.!!!!!!!
You: if hurt by truth;
Get over...
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State Of Nothingness
Bruised and abused.
Suffocating with pride.
Respect never given to the
Temple of God.
Even though we were bought
with the price of blood
Our body temples degraded to a piece of bread.
Placed right in the fingers of the devil.
At a single bite everything crushes into pieces
Suffocating with pride.
Respect never given to the
Temple of God.
Even though we were bought
with the price of blood
Our body temples degraded to a piece of bread.
Placed right in the fingers of the devil.
At a single bite everything crushes into pieces
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