Bad Poetry Vol.1 

                       

 

A 'book' by Tawanda W.T Mulalu

From: www.lifeinthethirdperson.blogspot.com

and originally posted on the now defunct : www.stuffiwite.blogspot.com

Copyright Tawanda W.T Mulalu 2011

The Ballad of the Story Teller

I am the story teller

I make living through fiction

I lay bread on the table-

Through colourless, paintless art

My life lies in my pen

My existence seeps into paper

Flows from ink

Imprinted on paper

It is me

My existence lays upon brilliant white sheets

I flutter, the wind scattering

My life like dust

I fall victim to the rain

The tiny droplets of water from the clouds,

Embed themselves upon my white surface

I tear

The more that is written- the more that is lost

Ink flows unto me, it stains, it blackens

The ink has now touched me, my gleaming white surface

I lose myself in words that are being written

The ink touches my soul,I am no longer pure

The ink becomes my very lifeblood

I now belong to the stories

The stories that came from the writing of my very hand.

I am my own prisoner

The stories have trapped me

They torture me.

They plague me.

I have loved, existed and faded.

I have written.

Now I flutter and fall victim to the rain

Let me be passed on, for I have become what I sought to be

I am the storyteller

Moonlit Garden

The cold wind, fast approaching

The trees wet, branches soaking

The silent words, echo from lips

A couple seen, search for kiss

The moon illuminates the dark sky

All so sweet, could make one cry

The stars sparkle and fireflies glitter

All is calm and none are bitter

The singers are heard and melodies echo

Feeding on grass, a placid doe

No need to run, one should stay

Across the sky, flies a blue jay

Clasp your hand in mine

All remains fine

Smile sweetly

Murmur meekly

All remains the same

Let the moon wane

Skies are dark, dark but clear

Leaves rustle, heard by keen of ear

Dew drops, flowing upon the petals

Clouds gone, the rain now settles

Thunder no longer, the sky calm

Leaves rustle a quiet psalm

The cold wind, fast approaching

The trees wet, branches soaking

The silent words, echo from lips

A couple seen, search for kiss

The beauty serene, heaven a lie

Crystal moonshine, the light is nigh

No One Ever Listens

The thing is, no one ever listens

Especially if you've got advice that'll make 'em glisten.

The thing is, no one really cares

So stuck up in their stupid affairs

The thing is, no one understands

That there more to life than their lonely lands

The thing is, no one ever listens

And I can tell you they don't know what they're missing.

Our Streets

Criminals across the streets

Trying to make ends meet

Gunpowder in air

Causes a scare

Palpable sin

Toxic gin

All happens in our streets

We try make ends meet

Air filled with flares

Nothing shared

Bloody floor

Closed door

Darkness approaches on the streets

Trying to make ends meet

Do you dare care?

Life isn't fair.

Fast bullet.

Took it.

I lay across our streets.

Dying to make ends meet.

What You Don't See

I'm trapped in my own verse

Muttering a silent curse

Could use a nurse

Could be worse

I'm doomed to a bloody end

Everything and all I defend

But I'm a gift, a god-send

I see space

I see time

I see you

A dark void surrounds me

Brings me closer to the unknown

Or do I already reside in it?

The unknown...

I stay lost in a story that I've written, that we wrote

It was good for awhile

The times I made you smile

Before I lose it all

Before I hit the wall

Before I fall

We could just exist

For just a while, I persist

No thinking, no theories no philosophy

No questions, no answers, just you and me

I see you shake your head

My heart sinks, heavy as lead

You don't see space

You don't see time

You don't see me

I walk away and turn my back

I shan't see you again

I shan't lose more blood

I shan't shed more tears

I shan't bear more scars

I walk away and turn my back

Summer: A Sonnet

I sit and wonder: 'Wouldn't It Be Nice?'

For things to get warmer- I hate the cold.

My wish granted- appears cracks in the ice.

Summer has now come,  a time to be bold.

Summer 'tis the time, the time for thy love.

Shall you hand the love, or shall I be gone?

Summer 'tis the time, free to be a dove.

The emotion I felt, shall be put in song.

Alas, my dear, there is but another.

The sweet sounds that stay true true to me always.

Alas, my dear, she is my true lover.

The song that is played to me today.

There be a time when we stay together.

I am willing, for it be forever.

Papers

All of a sudden...

All of a sudden your feet leave the air, and you feel as if a giant hand released you perhaps the hand of God.

All of a sudden you frantically wave your arms about and try to latch on to something, but that something is also being released, from the grip of God.

All of a sudden you're in the clouds and you feel cold, but then the clouds shatter and disappear. You feel yourself starting to disperse from your center, as if nothing is keeping you together.

All of a sudden the ink leaves the paper, and both begin to feel lonely, each losing a seemingly long-life partner.

All of a sudden the paper becomes blank and alone, it crumples into a sad frown and then an angry scowl but then a frown again.

All of a sudden you feel a lack of air in your lungs as you clamp your hands to your empty throat.

All of a sudden you try to scream but you can't.

All of a sudden you know you're going to die.

All of a sudden the starlight disappears and a piece of paper is lifted into the unknown above and passes the disappearing clouds.

All of a sudden your eyes are losing sight and are desperately looking left,right, up and down for an assuring glance at something.

All of a sudden something doesn't exist and your eyes turn dark as they begin to see the stretch of nothingness before you.

All of sudden the ink that left that paper finds another sheet, and finds a rent-free home.

All of a sudden the new paper is gone and so is the old ink that was on it.

All of a sudden you can see in the darkness- a thin rectangle of white.

All of sudden the old lonely paper, reaches you. It knows of what has happened to ink and his new sheet of pale white.

All of a sudden you find a pen, and fill the old paper with words crafted of new ink.

All of a sudden you understand.

All of a sudden you become indifferent.

All of a sudden everything is leaving.

All of a sudden you're alone with a paper.

All of a sudden you're just alone.

All of a sudden you fade away.

All of a sudden there is nothing.

All of a sudden...

Apology I

It's for you Haadiya- All I can say (quoted from the words of another) is "Sorry."

Okay, I'm a dog, I'm a hypocrite

And there's plenty of reason to have a fit

I know you're mad

I know I'm bad

Especially considering what I'm worth

If you wondering, I mean dirt

I'm not the good person, I'm not fair

Despite that kindness you share

I'm a jerk

I'm broken toy

I don't work

But you're different, you're a light

And I'm not even worth your sight

You're the type of light that dispels-

All the darkness and everyone tells-

You how great you are

You know you're a star

I'm not right

You're the light

I'm waiting for day you stop your fight

You don't need to but you do

I couldn't care less but I do

But it doesn't matter

As long as I'm not putting a smile on your face

As long as I disgrace your grace

Then obviously I'm not worth your time

I'm worse than sour, just a lime

But you're sweet not bitter

So I'm sorry for being the rubbish-the litter

Stop Planning

When I'm bored and tired my writing sucks...

Drop the compass, throw away the map

You can't find the Earth if you can't find yourself

You're nowhere if you're not somewhere,

And if you are somewhere, it isn't anywhere without someone special

You can't smile if there's nothing worth smiling for

But if you can read this, there's plenty to smile about

But plenty about to shout as well

I've got a question for you before I stop my planning, my scheming 

I just want to know that if I fell

That perhaps you might catch me

Maybe then, I'd find some meaning

In this damn, messed up thing you call life

The thing filled with so much strife

But I'll stop planning for you

So long you promise too

Beach Haiku

I am on the beach

Blue rippling waves touch my feet

I'm out or reach

Love I

Love makes you stupid

Drives you crazy, takes your heart

Love sent by cupid

Stars I

Bright sky, ever high

The stars ever far, hiding

Drifting apart- shy

Bad Haiku

This is pretty bad

Even for a bad poem

This is really sad

I Like You

I know I like you

Your shy smile and your wild hair

You know I like you

Roses I

Roses are dark red

I give you a violet- that's blue

Give me flowers too

Time I

Time, it flows, fleeting.

Relative, cold and changing

Leaves without meeting

Unknown Emotion

My blood spills, a river of broken promises
My head hurts like a thousand goodbyes
My heart beats as slowly as my emotions build
I reach for contentment, yet I cannot find it
I feel the world around me and note my flawed Science
I look at death and it reminds me:
The only thing I always wanted was not knowledge
Was not life
Was not love
But resolve
Resolve to keep searching for new questions
So that I could then use knowledge as an answer
And then define my answers with love
So I stand up and smile
At least let's go away for a while
I feel yellow
And I walk away, content

Is This A Rap?

Spitting up rhymes

All the freakin' time

Maybe I get meaning

If I do more cleaning

Mop up the mess I made

The mess that is my life

Why don't I pretend

That things are kinda clean

Stand in the spotlight so I can be seen

Drowning in my sorrow doesn't have much gleam

And frowning seems to have lost it's appeal

Yet I still end up fighting like a navy seal

I am in a war, I am in conflict

Real as it can be, no counterfeit

The shell-shock is real

Cold are the meals

Bullet holes in my chest

It's just a bit of unrest

A bit too metaphorical

I could be more lyrical

I rather be a skeptic 'cause

I'm much more cynical

Don't need no meds

I'm not even clinical

Though I'll stay in the trial

If I get through denial

All on my own

'Cause the rest are wrong

After I'm the one drafting this song

The Sign Man

Have you ever seen that man in the corner?

The one in the sign.

The black man in the white world.

The sign held up for all to view.

A sign held up for me and you.

In the square, by the corner.

Lays a man who's a mourner.

Mourning his own life.

Hating it's stupidity.

The sign man in the sign.

Who lives life so divine.

He stays there.

All alone.

Giving some kind of warning.

Never tired or yawning.

The sign man.

He never smiles.

He never frowns.

He never walks a mile.

He just always around.

The sign man.

Why don't you have something so say?

Are you just a stick man?

Mr. Sign Man,

Surely you've got something to say.

Instead of contrasting the white all day.

You're the opposite of the world around you.

Black coal lying in the flour.

I guess that's made you sour.

The man in the square.

The man with no hair.

The sign on the street.

The sign in the sleet.

I can see lonely Mr. Sign Man.

I can see lonely old you.

There's A Blue Rose In My Garden

There’s a blue rose in my garden

The sun shines upon her everyday

Every day I see the flower bloom

 All her beauty and marvel,

Overwhelms my senses

And I wonder why

She chose my garden instead of another

There’s a blue rose in my garden

And I’m going to take care of her

Make sure her petals shine

Make sure she’s always mine

No matter how bad the weather

No matter how bad I am

There’s a blue rose in my garden

And she’s my favorite flower

You’re my blue rose

Ghosts

You start

I end

You're a ghost

I'm a ghost

You meet people

I meet people

You're a ghost

I'm a ghost

You a feeble

I am feeble

You're a ghost

I'm a ghost

You don't see me

I don't see you

I'm a ghost

You're a ghost

I lived

You lived

You're a ghost

I'm a ghost

You died

I died

You're a ghost

I'm a ghost

You smile

I smile

You're a ghost

I'm a ghost

You end.

I end.

End I

This folks is the end

Thanks for reading the bad

Read the little good

                                           

                                                                                                                                                              Fin.