Dead Vale Poetry

03/08/2019

I'm red, Im fire, don't touch me.. I burn with desire
My only wish is to finally transpire. I'm tired.
Maybe some of us are meant to give without return. Maybe those who wish to find themselves have to go through us...
Maybe to love and to be loved is not a thing, maybe it's a curse, maybe it's a myth, a legend and I lead the front line in that department.
I've given my all. My heart my soul.
I still don't feel empty but I feel depleted.
Many have tried to warn me but I'm a conceited fool who sees the best in others but ends up being victim to the bad.
I want to dry my heart of all its content, all its love, all its hurt, all of its accepting the same old lies of, "it'll be different this time"
I want to refresh my mind and mesh them all over again
I'm tired of being liked because I love or being loved because I love
With everything I gave everything.
I loved myself to an extent where I questioned if I love myself back. I've given raw, genuine love and received recycled love in return. I've felt love that's already Been felt before. That isn't fair.
I'm not complaining but the despair in my heart got me pushing everyone away.
I've lost and I've found myself many times in attempts of being suitable for others.
I'm big, but inside I'm Just an ant in the dark
I'm blue, I'm violet
I'm a rose growing in juvenile conditions, you like to smell me but nobody can keep me.

25/11/2018

Death by Design

My brain has become a monumental colusseum, dragging shakles on my shoulders regardless.
See My brain knows no freedom.
A slave of the mind, my conscious wearing down on my pity with every thought...

Open my heart, see the dark matter.
Tell me about the debris of the broken hearts that you see.
I play victim to victims, a troubled soul yearning for immunity from obligations.

Open my dark matter open my soul
open my chest of gold
Keep your hands streched out
Tell me how many broken bones do you see
how many lost souls do you see in my comforting soul?
How many tears do you see drying out in my borehole?
How many voices do you hear scream between my arteries?
See I'm a troubled human being

I recur to solitude. Introduction to Ire and Desire. Twins of disaster. In disaster I find remedy. You call them b***s. Those are my cups. The calm to my colloseum. Ire my frustration, the one listening. Hostility aroused by supposed wrong. My head cuts deep between the lawful libra scale. A conundrum of right and wrong. Desire being on the right, being the right one. A silent shout to the ear, an entire conversation of silence. Ire the half fool cup. Provocation of tears that could cut through steel. But no, these b***s! these two make sure my tears never touch the ground. These two are victims of my pillow talk, but the victims of my piilow talk are the salvation of my lost soul. Ire and Desire, my longtime promised freedom. Shakles shaken of by Ire and Desire ;Death by design.

12/05/2018

if beauty was measured in
currency, you'd be the richest women on earth, I appreciate you carrying me till birth, but you didn't get the chance to see me grow because you left early on earth. You could've aborted but you reported, you lost your dreams just to get me sorted and had a man that never really supported and nurtured you. Can't believe I'll be celebrating another mother's day without my mother on that day, I am running out of things to say, and instead of forgeting you as I grow up I keen for your presents even more, the things we could've done, places we would've explored but all those dreams exploded when you loaded your soul and sorrows and left me in this cold world filled with darkness scary tomorrow's, I wish I could see you for just a minute and maybe bring you a rose, lay on your chest and have you kiss my forehead and nose. They say everything happens for a reason, they say everything on this earth has a season. I kept asking my self, why you mother? why did you have to leave me, but then again who's mother deserved to die in your place?

happy mother's day to every woman on earth, single mothers, young mothers, old mothers, mothers that mother the motherless, mothers that mothers the fatherless, happy mother's month to mother's that have left us in this world and pregnant mother's, may y'all enjoy y'all day and you are all appreciated.

14/02/2018

Falling

Falling inlove was my worst fear till I saw your face. Facing my face, face to face I felt like I had flu because I couldn't fully speak, filled with fear, I faced my fear and decided to finally talk to you fearlessly. You make me forget about my fears I face, you are a fulfillment, my fate my force of gravity coz you keep me fully grounded. Fascinated by your fawn skin color and your white front teeth that ferry me to my fervent, I fly like a falcon far and say farewell to my friends and family as I get lost in my phantom just to fantasize about a future with you fanatically. Facilitate me fairly into our very own fairytale, I promise not to fake my feelings for you though my voice still falters every time I speak to you, my stomach turns and all of a sudden I feel famished, no words come out they become finished I am no fatalist, I believe I can change the future I can fathom that you are meant to be mine. I didn't find you, we found each other and decided to build our love in the foundation of love funded by trust, full of joy and fun. Firstly let me firmly say thank you for fitting in my life and being fixed with no fissure or anything fishy, give me your heart I'll protect it with my fists I have a flair for defending what I have strong feelings for. I wish to flamboyantly tell the world of you, because my love burns in flames I can't contain, love you with all your flaws, pimples on your flesh I'll flaunt in a flattering way because of you, flirt with you every day my flower, I love your eyes that look like a floral. I want to tell you I love you frequently and see you smile so you show your fluorescent teeth because your joy is focal to me, its one of my main focus on you, I'd do anything for you even write a folk song and make friends with my foe, even go far as playing a fool. Let's hope our love won't be forage for jealous folks, I hope we get to walk on fords during sunsets, but foremost I hope we become forgiving to each other and further I hope we get to share our formula to other people formally. I am fortunate to have you and I know you are fragile so don't be frantic I will make sure you never frenzy.

happy February 14 friends, hope you show love not only to your partners but everyone close and far from you. Love your partner honestly and from Dead Vale poetry to all of you, We'd like to say WE LOVE YOU ALL!

07/02/2018

You said you loved me,
I didn't love you too, at least thats what went on in your mind.
You occasionally missed me,
I hesitated to miss you too..
You said you needed me, I've wanted you more than I have ever needed you, at least that is what you believed.
See everyday I say I love you,
you just not there to hear it, everyday day I whisper I miss you, you just not there to hear it,
Everyday i touch you
You just not there to feel it.
The walls know how much i feel about you more than you'll ever do,
Cause I've touched the walls a million times whilst thinking about you.
A punch on the wall a sign of frustration a presentation on how I feel about you.
I wish you could feel it on the other side in the form of a caressing touch, a start of a s*xual endeavour that you've been longing for for a long time..
See I've layed you down flat, crept on top of your body like I had no permission, kissed your whole body slowly as I made you my canvas,
Undressed your panties with my teeth as if I had no other means, how pathetic.
I loved you as a boyfriend but fu**ed you like an es**rt.
Its a pity you were never around to experience any of this.
The walls are my witnesses.
Pity that they'll never utter a single word of confession of truth and that being the truth and nothing but the truth.
When you felt me in your heart, I felt you in mine too, you were quick to give in, these things take time...
I'm not as normal as I look.
See I see myself in you and you always saw yourself in me,
I'm a work in progress bare with me, it's baby steps, I'm still trying to love myself,
you trying to love yourself,
if I see you in me and me in you then how will i ever love you when I can't love me

28/08/2017

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17/08/2017

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09/08/2017

She started popping pimples, then everything changed when she started popping pills, she'd after that pop p***y, when she got high she'd listen to loud hip hop popping, she would give you her pleasure, friends motivated her to be a bad girl they would put pressure on her, she didn't know that by popping she was digging a pit, pity no was told her she was pretty. She started enjoying pain, her mind plain, her boyfriend playing.... Her making her pop p***y for a penny, she'd sometimes plea and cry please Peter I want to go home! "Don't call me Peter!" Call me pappy. All she wanted was to be like every normal girl and play with her own puppy, she never thought she'd end up in a polo belonging to a pimp and popping p***y for old men named Paul sucking on different p***s for pennies.
She became the heir to her own pain, wondering if she'd breath air the next day, She became a slave for s*x, at one point that s*x was good, but you know too much of good is bad for you, she'd fake a flue but John would have none of it, she'd give it away for cash but wouldn’t get a profit, no pay, at first she enjoyed the pain, fifty shades of grey, those are not tattoos on her back, those are stains, she had her fair share of the good life, her friends telling her in Peter she'd found a groom, no Peter was just grooming her , like how he groomed the others, they all saw a father who would take them further, unfortunately for Cindy, she thought she was the special one
But everyone one is special to Peter, right? He treats you like trash when it’s no longer tight, when its damaged you no longer pleasing in his sight, he makes you drop out of school even if you are bright, he makes you work at night, why?
She became nocturnal character, death redefined, pain running through her spine, when it comes to the s*x she skips the foreplay, strips down her clothes straight to the tight, the man would bang her in pleasure whiles she rolls her eyes like a joint and looks straight to the sky because she's sky high, no matter how much you plough, you'll never find her soul, she's just a bag of bones begging to be taken home⁠⁠⁠⁠

30/07/2017

Rejection Letter

Greetings,
"hope this letter finds you in time” you’ve been considered and scrutinised, I’m afraid this is our demise, it comes with high regret to inform you that our love has turned into a dying ember, remember I told you I wasn’t cut out for this, but you said "baby we'll try"... We'll find a way; well I've found a way and my way is without you. I assure you, there’s no insurance for a broken heart...
Even a healed scar still shows its stitches, I know I promised love and riches, I know I promised I wouldn't let anything between us even witches, but I can't go on anymore and I can assure you it’s not these bi***es, I. An assure you it’s not that I gave up on our wishes, I just couldn't go on with the distance, which is why I think this is the right way, let's go our separate ways, you mind yours and I'll mind my business, and this is way I am writing this letter to you, to say deuces.
Or should I say "peace"? To maintain the formality. f**k it, I lost that when you lost your virginity, believe me I loved you. S**t I think still do, but you were just a stepping stool, at least when I stood you never let me fall, send my regards to your sister, I always had eyes for her, I barely had the chance to her, your sincerely, no I'm forgetting something...
Remember the time when you told me its only me you loving? You told me that while we were looking at each other in the eye while touching, I never took you for granted I always knew you weren't bluffing, always took you serious even when you were laughing, but now am sitting here writing this letter crying, asking myself why did you sleep with your ex, he’s the reason we started fighting, the reason why you started all the lying and if you wondering, if we will get another chance, then keep wondering.

Your faithfully,
"hope that this letter reaches you in time”.

04/07/2017

CURSED HANDS

Everything you touch is cursed! That's what my
mother told me I never wanted to believe it till my brother told me I will never be free, funny how things never work out for all of us, which proves we come from the same tree. Cursed hands, everything you hold bends, that's what I told my self, every person you talk to becomes deaf! That's what the devil told me. All these people might be right I don't see my future bright despite the fact that I might have lost my sight when I touched my eyes, every gift comes with a price. My girlfriend told me that the reason why we fight everyday! night and day is because of my self, well she had every right my strength came with weakness, and therefore its technically useless, pointless and worthless. Well I couldn't respond everything she said was true which kinda broke the bond.
At the end of the day its all my fault, my hands are at fault guess I have a lot of issues to sort, she was my last resort but she had to abort while I was still trying to connect the dots. Everything you touch breaks, her heart told me that, but know what, I am glad and sad, I wish she hasn't said what she said its really sad, I feel bad I won't lie, I think I am mad for wanting to die, I also feel stupid for wanting to cry, she is the only person I'd rely, but why? Oh I remember, because my hands are cursed.
My hands are cursed that's what my mother told me, I really want to be free. "My son you are blessed", that's what Jesus told me, but why does it seem like I am cursed? Can't it be reversed? That's what I asked my self. "You are emotionless" I get that a lot from friends, "you are heartless" I get that a lot from my girlfriend. "You need to get over your past" that's what hope told me "I can't I feel like its tied to me with a rope" that's what I told hope "NOPE! You only think there's a rope" that's what she said.
"You are a joke" that's what the devil whispers and I forcefully swallow these words till I choke.
"Stop stressing you too young you'll die of stroke" that's what Jesus whispers to give me hope.
"He is lying if you fail solve your problems with a rope" that's what the prince of darkness tells me. Is this a suicidal poem? Maybe that's what I am asking myself.
Am I ever going to be normal? Am I ever going to learn how to love? Why can't I be free as of a dove? How will I stop the starvation? I keep getting stings left, right, back and center as if I am walking around with a bee hive, will I ever learn how to behave? I need to be brave because if I carry on like this I'll be buried in a big grave, I need to stop swimming in my own thoughts because one day I'll be smashed with a big wave, I don't want healing, I crave healing! I need that feeling. I need to understand the meaning. I need to love what I am feeling not what I am seeing. I don't want to be forced I need to be willing, maybe then I'll receive healing, only if I keep believing.
There's just so much to write about! If only I could put words in a song! There's just so much I am right about! But what if my words are all wrong?! There's just so much to fight about! But what if my fights take too long?! There are so many reasons for me to take flights! If only I could afford to fly to hong kong! Where did I go wrong?! I smoke everyday to take the curse away atleast that's what it seems like but to be truthful, I am only puffing my blessings away, or am I? I want to change my life but can I? I want to make things right with my self but I don't see eye to eye since they are parallel to each other. Cursed hands thanks to my mother, cold heart thanks to my father, confused mind thanks to my brother! I want to fix that but sometimes I ask my self, why bother? Its my hands! They cursed.

06/04/2017

you know how that alchemy of opposites can so certifying? have a little bit of yes with and a little bit of no, have it rough from the top and take it down low? how you want to just sit back and watch it grow? then pe*****te into your glorious hole? how you like it rough and fast then soft and slow? how you like to be entertained at the same time, you know, have your own show, grab the micro phone and have your own go? you know what am talking about.

How nice it is to have a little hot then have a little cold, how you let your legs fold, how you like it when your t**s are the one he should hold, how you like it when he sucks it, how it makes you feel bold. How you like it when he chokes you then spanks you then stick his finger down the and start moving it up and down, left and right, feels right, right? riiiight, how you love the sound he makes and he moans how he makes you cm 4 times in a row, how you wanna be his friend and his foe ,for s*x brings you pleasure but you like his four..... play more!

and you? I know you like sucking on her t**s after kissing her neck, how you feel confident about your self because your skin colour is black! no offence to the yellow bones. I know you like it when she sings to your micro phone, you like how you get blown........ away by the sensation, how you make love to her with compassion, how you like the sound of the bed when you move up and down, you know, compaction, how you always wanna prove you the best, my guy it shouldn't be a competition. how the friction caused by her p***ycat and your p***s causes warmth and wetness at the same time. How you like it when she first strip tease you, how she first please you, how she just please you, how she burst please you how the rest bore you, how you wanna make love to her for eternity! How you wanna make her scream so loud that you disturb the whole community, how you bring your private part and her private part bring to unity.

you know how that alchemy of opposites can be so entertaining, when you change positions every now and then as if you paying, how you start from the bed and end up on the floor like y'all playing, how you like to see her wet the whole bed as if she is painting. How you push it in and out, how she grabs it before putting it in her mouth, how you like to make love to her in every direction, you know North and South! How you wanna try every s*x position but also doubt. How you sometimes like it wet and sometimes dry as though you making love during drought.

you know how that alchemy of opposites can be sooooo satisfying! How y'all happy for a minute then the next y'all crying, how you like it when y'all are happy for a minute then the next y'all fighting, how you like it when she is hates you for a minute then the next y'all pumping and grinding! how she makes you lose control and the next minute she is inspiring!

Alchemy of Opposites!