Truths

I know we were born alone, but there is just something about the way I feel in your arms that makes me never want to let go.
I know you’re afraid of the dark, but when I’m with you even the darkness has an inviting glow.
I know we owe eachother nothing, but your smile makes me want to give you the world.
I know you don’t love me, but sometimes it almost feels as though you’re my girl.

© Akeem Rowe Kingsinister, 2016

Life After Love

I had a life before you,
Thats true.
But after tasting heaven I cannot think of anything else,
After kissing the lips of an angel I want nothing else ,
I want no one other than you.
My sun has set in your skies,
And after that day you could see the love in my eyes.
You could see the thirst in my lips,
As I take sips
From your fountain at the peak of this mountain top
Like any drug I suffer withdrawal when you ask me to stop.
I had a life before you,
That’s true.
But what I have after, is that considered a life too?

© Akeem Rowe Kingsinister, 2016

Nourishment.

Tears wet my garden and allow it to flourish ,
It’s with these years, that I seek to nourish
This abysmal existence devoid of hope.
In this void, these tears help me to cope.
Sadly my garden resembles the Sahara,
I havn’t cried in months.

© Akeem Rowe Kingsinister, 2016

Underflows

I pour this glass as an offering to my soul,
It burns with a desire to be whole,
And as my cup overflows,
I myself am riddled with nothing but holes.

© Akeem Rowe Kingsinister, 2016

The Lies We Believe

I suppose in my demise, the pain would wet your eyes.
But I can’t devise a plan for mutual benefit, so we compromise.
We hold hands as we cut ties,
We tell truths, while believing lies.
But I despise this plane of existence, so I crave another.
As this broken heart too, craves it’s lover.

© Akeem Rowe Kingsinister, 2016

What Does It Mean?

At the end of the day it’s up to you, whether we live or die.
Doesn’t mean I won’t try,
But essentially, I will no longer ask why.
I will no longer question your existence,
I will no longer aid my own persistence,
Doesn’t mean I won’t try.
But hypothetically if I were to die,
Doesn’t mean I won’t cry,
Also doesn’t mean I won’t smile,
For to feel that relief, it would have been a while.
Doesn’t mean I won’t be sad,
But to end the suffering by any means, I would be glad.

© Akeem Rowe Kingsinister, 2016

M&S Mask and Smile

The words still resonate throughout my every thought.
“It’s not your fault”
The chime that sets off as I enter this realm,
The theme is almost post-apocalyptic, and it fits.
The calamity that befell my mind sits
Calmly across the room, with a smile nevertheless.
Speaking truths I once thought were lies,
Holding thoughts I ought to despise,
Wearing a face I would have thought to be a disguise.
Yet I mask the pain in my eyes,
I bury the hole in my heart,
I guess love was never fair from the start.

© Akeem Rowe Kingsinister, 2016

The Chains That Bind Me

I’m crippled by the crushing pressure on my chest,
There is no longer a shoulder for which my head rest.
No longer arms to shield me from the torment,
No longer ears to hear me as I lament.
No longer a heart that resonates with mine,
Yet the world hears my cries and tells me I’ll be fine.
This wine no longer numbs my pain,
Love can’t be tamed by disdain.
I no longer retain all that I aspire to be,
All I hope is to one day be free.

© Akeem Rowe Kingsinister, 2016

Find Your Reason

Everything happens for a reason,
Just sometimes the reasons aren’t fair.
But sometimes it makes the perspective clear,
And other times feelings get hurt and you just can’t care.
Even when you dare to change,
Everything positive just seems out of range.
Dark clouds and mustangs surround me,
Heartbreak and pain is all I see,
Hear, speak and see no evil but that’s all my heart wants to be.
All my mind can fathom into reality,
Who will be your saving grace?
Or will you disappear without a trace?
Having got a taste of the despair that tempts you,
What will you choose to do?

© Akeem Rowe Kingsinister, 2016

Dreams Wide Awake

I abandon sleep upon the realisation that dreams…
They’re never what they really seem.
They’re a bunch of desires with burdens attached,
While you chase them, the consequences are dispatched.
And those things,
Those things sting.
They cling to your skin and burn,
They care not of your concerns.
They hunt you like prey,
They endure during the night and even at day.
I dare you to keep it at bay.
And some times when they come through,
You wonder if this dream was for you,
Because love and life may be an enterprise.
But dreams are death and nightmares in disguise.

© Akeem Rowe Kingsinister, 2016