Old Sheets.

A gallant warrior runs over your terrain

Dripping rocks detrimental to your flower bed
Your mind bears nothing to gain
Coming down from the high of pain
Painkillers have been made an option
In your eyes boils your inner oceans
The only glance at your soul
Relinquish your worn out skin
Its time to wear snow white tailored garments.
Open a fresh page for new literature
For new dreams,
So you think…
Tempering with your cohesive plans is fate
Or luck, they both have a similar taste.
Hereafter you find a bae
Throwing away the old sheets to your bed
He is a new layer covering your wound
Surely it does provide a luxurious calm
Universal rules state that calmness is not permanent
A storm wrecks your hard work
And this time it is hard
to deal
kicking you back to the ground
This signifies a moment to rebuild
A new layer over the old layer
All in the pursuit to heal our wounds
Heal our heart breaks
Adapting the nature of an onion
Departure of ignorance
A new dawn for truth
Question to the universe
How does time heal a heart break?

-redArt by Kelvin.

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Air. #poetry

You were like air to my existence
Always around me
A bubble of good will around me
You kept me alive and protected me
Arriving with the force of a few helicopter blades

I just wasn’t ready.

You were like the air around me
I forgot to comprehend that you were a breeze
A gracious, cooling breeze
Cooling my persona in a world full of hellfire
Just like a breeze, you cruised over my chest and back
Inching away, never to turn back
And now you are gone.

Even the deafening helicopter blades are a distant, silent hallo.

-redART By Kelvin Mark Mwangi.

Fragile #poetry

I have come face to face with my own demons

They injected my ear canal with a shrilled piece of truth
You and I are made of glass.
Glass with the ability to camouflage
But just as a chameleon meets its end,
You and I were not meant to be immortal
Yet we tried the incomprehensible
Searching for a portal
A road that can aid us in enjoying the fragile moment
Living in the glass house moment
But the moments now shutter into a million glass pieces
In this cold world I warm up with your goodbye kisses.

-RedArt by Kelvin Mark Mwangi.

OBLIVION #poetry

She grabs your hand and drags you along

“Come and follow me!”

Her face adorned with a grand smile that usually brings her fame

They both enjoy the journey so much

They Both forget where they are going to in the first place

Will it be disruptive if he asked where they going to?

No seriously brother, do you remember where the final point is?

Time is most definitely not waiting for any man let alone the two of them.

The bus stops for no one on the highway, let alone for the two of them.

What must happen then?

When does it even end?

These questions draw no responses especially from the two of them.

 

-RedArt by Kelvin Mark Mwangi.