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"WE LIVE IN A BUBBLE OF RUBBLE". Content Warning.
I toned down my anger from the election. I must move forward with love, light, peace, and eventually understanding. We are here on Earth for a short while amidst all the chaos and hateful rhetoric of 2024. Freedom, equality, and love for all.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
Under the ruins of desire
Under the ruins of desires I wait After I was exhausted by longing from travel I came from the ends of the earth crying My fate, for humiliation has exhausted me and rain has wet me
By Kisama Riyo 2 years ago in Poets
Everything in nature
Everything in nature calls me And something inside me answers the call I write with pens that seem to organize me And I have become hollow about my condition
By Kisama Riyo 2 years ago in Poets
Mourning ceremony
And in the mourning ceremonies My tears rained abundantly On the grave of the nation's martyr My soul became in need of consolation
By Kisama Riyo 2 years ago in Poets
War and diaspora
In letters that lost their hamzas And a lonely heart thrown in the dark And a soul crying over memories My life is full of misfortunes
By Kisama Riyo 2 years ago in Poets
Just tears
I retired from sighs in the time of miracles What do I need for the company of words So memories inspired me with the happiness of tears?
By Kisama Riyo 2 years ago in Poets
My dear father's birthday
Father, if you only knew how much I love you And how grateful I am for having you near me Your presence in my soul is the joy of my heart
By Kisama Riyo 2 years ago in Poets
Rebellion against oneself
On the edges of sadness my self rebels And ignites my being, increasing my failures Unhappiness steals my pleasures from me
By Kisama Riyo 2 years ago in Poets
The wound refused to submit.
I no longer have what steals the soul Has the scent of sadness begun to waft? With the soul and cauterizes all wounds We cry over tragedies and the heart wails
By Kisama Riyo 2 years ago in Poets
prisoner chained and bound
The world has become narrow for me in its blackness, as if it has become a coffin for me He who is disappointed in my Lord is the first to die in wars
By Kisama Riyo 2 years ago in Poets
Have you become a tyrant?
The day the black clouds flew in the dark clouds threatening to drown the earth above me and the thunder was my news of rejection
By Kisama Riyo 2 years ago in Poets
give your heart fire
Give your heart a flame of fire and a beacon And burn all who intend to flee? If the mighty and powerful calls us Have we all risen for the homeland, are we revolutionaries?
By Kisama Riyo 2 years ago in Poets