SHARON.

_special dedication to Shazz Abuh_

I don’t know what hits harder,
When my mind reels to her veneer.
My heart or the lower unmentionables?
When I say hello,
She says hello.
When I get on to sugary topics,
She chuckles.
She blushes upon enquiry,
If she’s alone or is there some lucky guy making her happy?
Maybe if I kiss her on Friday,
I’ll get my message across.
I can’t do it today,
Because she isn’t home.
Or tomorrow,
Because I won’t be in town.
Oh the little excuses.
But maybe if I kiss her on Friday,
She will get what I mean,
When I call saying she is all i think about.
Maybe if I kiss her on Friday,
Saturday will find me a complete man.😋😋

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🔂Shazz_Abuh.

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FIGHTER.

PRESTON:

I wasn't born as a writer.... This is just the sequence of thought that I missed to tell you last night.... I wasn't born with insomnia... This is what happens when love fails... You find yourself up at 2am trying to find an exit from your thought.... Wishing that life was a bit Fair.... Why did you promise whilst you can't deliver.....

I wish we fought completely that day... Strip me naked... I am willing to cooperate.... Make me wish for you... Yes make me.... I am a lover not a fighter... This phrase is as common... You've heard it right??... But I will no longer love... What's your difference between my past and present?... I failed right... I thought love was a commitment not a feeling....

I'm curly, curved into my bedroom.... Inside the four corners of my blanket... Tears couldn't flow no more.... I can't cry anymore... I lost touch of humanity... Love doesn't make sense anymore.... It's a viral disease contagious.... Maybe I should be in quarantine.....

You knew so well what she did... Trust!!.. What is this blank word you claim... Everything and everyone I trusted and loved shot me on my balls.... What was I thinking.... I knew so well I was relegated to a writer.... Painting trues....In circles of triad and tribulations.... I miss me....

Trying to find... Figure out which of my characters are mine and which are those I created to impress you....But I will not ask... Since here... Iam circumnavigated by the things we both hate... I wish I would have said no that while... This way I would just be the key wordist.... Inspiring hurt-aches from aching hearts....

You've broken my heart love.... Hope you smiling now....I wish I was an archer.... Don't worry love... I will be long dragged to my man cave by morning... When you wake up.. it will all be a new sin.....For the sinner that I am.... Lives to haunt the Lord that I was....

I hope this finds you hugging. If it doesn't... Hug after reading.... It's my first letter of pleasure... Good bye home... Till my eyes comes dry

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DREAMERS

PRESTON:

This is for the dreamers...Who dare to dream... Slumber of both day and night.... This is for the dreamers.... Who dare to dream about love... Two unseen birds chirping while singing songs of praise... Missing and loving like life is dependent on this....This is for the broken that don't even trust brothers... those that get scared to the whiskers....


Then this is for the players... That they ruin our lives like alcohol and hard drugs....Those that make us see sense in nonsense..... That makes us feel pain.... And appreciate those that don't hurt... Those that dare tickle the Dragon.... Though some can't take the heat....

This is not for sale... This is for the lone and deserted.... The weak and destroyed.. those that even church don't heal their souls.... Those that are sick of the light... And sunshine.... Those that are devoid of trust....

Hurt Surgeon

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MOTHER°¬

PRESTON.. :

Dear mother I write to you... With my eyes full of tears...My soul numbed and heart cold as ice.... I know I promised to bring home my wife and maybe a child.... But I have failed... Forgive me....How is life in Zanzibar.... I hear our shilling has strengthened against the Tanzanian currency that's good news....

Mother... This is an open letter so that the world might sympathise with me...Or maybe teach me something....I am currently sitting in my bed sipping coffee.... Traversing through my head... Thought bomberding themselves in an alphabetical sequence....

Mother.
Everything and everyone I loved here... Has found a way to destroy me.... They have done exactly what they said they will not do... I know you told me men don't cry... But you never said what makes men cry.... I want to teach them...

Mama..
Say hi to Anita... The fourth door neighbour to the left towards the granary.....She might be my pick...If she lacks a suitor...Tell her I'll come driving a Pajero...

Mother..
The first one that I loved.. made me feel special... I wanted to let you know about this but I thought it was so early...  I wanted her to do it all by herself... But mother she left to study in India... Mother she told me to look for someone else because she might take long.... But two months later she was pregnant.... Home...

The second one mama.... She was there all the qualities... She always kept my stomach full... She made thick soup and gave warm water... Mama she was the one I swear... But she like the first one cheated again.... She did everything she said she will not do... I cried... I once contemplated... Suicide...

The third came... Wiped my tears and kissed my soul ... She knew the right way to touch my hand.... Tickle my broken soul... She was mama.... She stayed long enough to be my wife ma'....
I swear she was great... But ma' she too had the city girl syndrome and cheated again... This time with my best friend... I found them in my bed... Hamping..... I cried... Ma I cried.....


When the fourth one came... I had lost all hope.... I couldn't trust anyone... She was worse... She lied to me from day one... I was the boy among men... That fed from her water hole... Mama she has my child now... I'll call her after you...She said they didn't know what they had... But still cheated on me....

Mother..
Then came the fifth one... We haven't met yet... But she sounds great... She hasn't talked about my ex but she talks about hers... She says I'm boo... The love of her life... Ma if she leaves I'll not try this again.... She is miles away but when she comes I'll write to you....She knows my scars from poetry and other open letters.... She is yet to know the surgeon....

Mother.
Please reply my message... I have alot to let you know...

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TELL ME....°

BY PRESTON:

Tell me.? 

Do we chose the people we fall in love with?Do we chose the people who Melt our hearts....Do we chose the people who we give our hearts.... Those we give the rights to hurt us....Those we give a dagger and million chances to stab....Those that look awesome with flaws in our eyes?

If not why do we chose the time We get hurt... The time we get circled into the deep circumference of pain and torture.....If not why did he stand on the highest floor and dived on the concrete ground.... If not why did she write a poem with her name and sank her soul in the birthtab....?

I will not say my thoughts.... How many times I've attempted suicide.... murder to my own soul...How many times I've constantly wished that you came back.... But she never did....

Tell me

Do people chose the depth or magnitude of the pain they endure.... Or is it the tremendous effects of too much affection.. That came in side by side after the few chocolate dates and rose flower surprise.....? Tell me... Is my heart beating from missing your presence or the pain I enjoy??.

Tell me...Is this feeling foreign or its just another misplaced thought that I have? Tell me...Do we chose the people that hurt us.... Or they choose us?? Double advantage

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PICTURES

BY PRESTON:

I can't stop smiling and regretting at the smiley pictures we took together... I wish I also took the moments we fought... It would be a black and white explanation of our lives... I loved when you called me silly every time we finished an argument.... I loved the way you hugged me and say it's not yet over... I keep on smiling about the way you begged for me to taste salt in your food... 

I found those pictures you sent me when you were drunk... Not forgetting those when you were sleeping.... The day I crept into our room at midnight and snapped... The pictures that you put clothes in your belly and said you are pregnant... Not forgetting the ones that I took when you fell on the floor.... After slipping on the wet tiles.. I laughed... 

I also found the ones that I took after you burnt you cake.. I smiled stupidly on that... I have never seen anyone so scared in my life... I actually regret why I did not record the voice.... It was funny... But babe... They are just pictures now... I wanted to delete them but I can't....

Iam broken into tears every time I see this pictures... I am tempted to throw my phone and say it's an accident...I want to break my phone screen.. this way I cannot flip through the pictures any more.... I am like a little kid who has dropped his candy... Constantly crying and hoping it will pick itself up.... 

I went to arrange my clothes in my room and found those beautiful matching hoodies.... They reminded me of my first date at the orchestra...  You were so selfish you wore two.....I can't control the tears dropping washing away our memories...

I can't simply imagine what I had.... You just woke up one morning and said good bye... But why?? Why didn't you tell me what you wanted... What was going on... Why you thought I can't be the one... I saw your picture with him too... Both of you looked Adorable I admit.... But at least you could have said good bye with a kiss and hug.... Did you have to cheat your way out....???

Babe I wish I had the power to change past.... I would easily erase all our memories... They say real men don't cry... But I wonder how that is possible if all that goes through my mind is your presence and absence...  All I want and dream of is your warm kiss and tight hugs....All I long is your presence in my kitchen counter asking.... A little more?

I hope this finds you well my love... Remember my bones love more than souls do....

 2017™

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WHO IS TO BLAME..!

BY PRESTON

They said that a man that cries at the thought of loosing you.... Truly loves you... But I never cried... Is not to mean I never loved you..... They said the more romantic you are the more she will want to leave... I wasn't romantic.... What made you leave?

Is it the dreams that I shared that scared you... Is it the pains that I spared that threatened you....Is it the link love story... The night we counted stars.... The days we cried together... Tell me my love.... What did I miss to give....

I have no more sleep... My dreams and reality crushing... Clashing... I have a more intensely beautiful reality than my dreams....I can't sleep....I am not ready to lie to my self... I believe you love the other guy.....

I want to kill my existence... I'm not telling you to help me change my mind your opinion is as useless....As the "EA" in tea....I'm not telling for you to feel remorse no... I'm informing... So that when you miss me don't call my mother ...

My goals of dreams of brighter days are dim now... The electrical company has a higher rate charge on electricity..... I miss you... That we agree.... I miss you even when writing this ugly letter....

Sources close to your bedroom says he is never there.... Cold nights...And shuttered dreams...I mourn my heart.....I even can't love food with the intensity that I loved you....

I don't know who to blame.... Is it you or my poetry... Who did other the worst?!! Is it me or my wife to be... I wish you could only wait for just one more day.... But worry not love..... Sleep well... Let the world judge..

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