Rock Bottom

I am in a place,
A place where i have no space,
A place where i can’t find grace,
A place where i can’t embrace,

The process of progress.

I am in a place,
A place where i cant figure out who i am
Or where am I,
A place where i only sleep with an open eye,
A place where it seems am okay,
But in reality i just want to run away,

Am in a place,
A place where nothing seems to work,
No lights, all i know is the dark,
A place where am bounded by lack of trust,
A place where i am suffering from thirst,

Am in a place ,
A place where i don’t understand,
If i place my foot down where i stand,
A place where i cannot withstand,
the pain caused by those who stand ,
Next to me, beneath me, above me or around me,
Am in a place where there is ROCK BOTTOM then me.

Jullzpoetry

H. I. S (side of view)

“THE PICTURE IN HER HEAD”

With a smile she confesses of her deepest desires
About this picture on her head
So vivid she described
With fondness she narrates
Of how great the feeling was
She talks about his touches how magical it felt
How close he made her feel
How safe she made her be
How vulnerable he let her be

She is in love all stars can attest
Her world was defined
By addiction she had
With this picture on her head
Her small heart is bleeding
All her vigor crumbling
For he was never there
Only on her head
Not her bed

She is in pain
She is in love
In love with the idea
An idea of this picture
Framed on her wall
Her wall of reality
Too close to be real
Too far to be true

She said
He said
“we can never be”
All she’s left with
Are memories
Memories of that picture
Framed on her head
by NiQ Ombaso

THE “PICTURE” IN MY HEAD

I have this picture in my head,

Him and I, in bed

A beautiful night made,

And in the end,

We wed.

This picture is very clear,

With every touch, i feel him near,

With him by my side, i have no fear

And i blush everytime, he calls me dear.

The picture is not edited,

He is like a drug, i got addicted,

just like bundles, my love for him is unlimited,

Because His love for me is evident.

This picture, became my favourite,

What i felt between us was like dynamite,

Though it took away all my might,

I didn’t question it, cause it felt right.

BUT……….

I was wrong.

Because the picture became clearer,

After one touch, i was no longer near,

My heart was filled with fear,

And my eyes were filled with tears.

The picture was just in my head,

Yes, I was with him in bed,

And I remember everything he said,

“we can never be” now my heart is dead.

Because It was just a “picture” in my head.

Jullzpoetry

H. E. R

Every woman is a flower that blossoms..
every woman is from a unique chromosome…
this explains the different sizes of jeans….
because we all carry different genes…
whether dark skinned like a panther…
or spotted skin like a cheeter,
no woman deserves a partner…. who is a cheater,
a woman is caring and loving,
but don’t be such a baby and make her your baby sitter….
because one thing a woman can do best is love you when you live in an empty bedsitter…..

                       –Jullzpoetry 

H. E. R.