Nda|biah

The end of my beginning, is marked by the beginning of my end.

[kakutumi]

Creature of Habit

I have an addictive personality

Which means I have a habit of making things that

are bad for me feel loved

Loving things that can’t love me back

Things that fill me with smoke

So sometimes I can’t see clearly

Things that make me feel weak

And put me to sleep but don’t give me rest

Things that imitate peace

But don’t make me feel like my best

See I have an addictive personality

Which means I still text my ex

And when her name pops up on my phone even

though it should fill me with dread

I have a hard time exing my exs texts

Because I really like what happens next

I have an addictive personality

Which means I go on stage to share my pain and

feel okay

Hoping one of you can relate

Coz when I was 12 I sang a song on stage

And I loved how everyone screamed my name

And I know that sounds vain

Shit you would love it too

Probably not as much as me

I have an addictive personality

Which means I’m always chasing that first

sensation

That first high

That first touch

It’s probably why I end up in so many toxic

relationships

Because that’s how I first loved

I have an addictive personality

Most days I don’t like to think about it

Leaves a bad taste in my mouth

So when I want to cleanse my pallet

I call myself a creature of habit

[kakutumi]

From Toronto to Michigan

Long bus rides

Endless dreams

Stolen kisses

Fingers dancing over seams

I didn’t know I would never see you again

On my way from Toronto to Michigan

Strawberries

Melting in smoked chocolate

You fill the room while

The juice rests on my tongue

Who knew I would never taste you again

On my way from Toronto to Michigan

That Sunday nap

Your head in my chest

Made me understand rest

I knew I would never not feel you again

On my way from Toronto to Michigan

We were searching for the same thing

You and I that fell in love with speech

Someone to hear us when we speak

Speak the words that make us weak

And when those words turn to song

Someone to dance and sing all night long

Let’s dance again

I’m on my way

From Toronto to Michigan.

[kakutumi]

6:19am. Here is a poem for you.

I’ve seen darker days

Nights with no moon or stars.

Nights where poets flail

Looking for inspiration to fill up their jars.

I must say it’s hard

Writing with no muse

The misuse of words

Not directed to you

Is a symbol of youth

Directly affected by you.

It starts to fade away,

Change,

And break away.

So I scroll back

to the pictures of yesterday

Day by day

The dates

Get harder to say.

[kakutumi]

Do you realize when I write about you?

[kakutumi]

llaF

She was the single most phenomenal woman I have ever met. More than anything it was her eyes, the way they would sparkle beneath the haze of the sun. They held the promise of a life by the lake, the patience of a mother after her second child or a gardener, and the hue of bark. Through those pane-less windows my roots ran deep in her soul for she was Source.

[kakutumi]

give me love

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[kakutumi]

Easy

Reading between the lines and trying to find

The reasons

Within each and every meaning.

Feels as though my minds against me

And it’s even scheming

But it’s not even Steven

The worlds not even even

Some times it’s more easy thieving

So keep stealing the feeling.

Just keep stealing the feeling.

[kakutumi]

Starting again coz why not?

[kakutumi]

Are you in ghana ?

Oh yah

[kakutumi]

archive

it's been a while since i've written 

but time has passed since i've been this smitten -

by your handsome smile and your gloomy eyes

they make me wonder if you were sent from the skies

and i know it's too soon to wonder

if you could be another sweet lover 

but sometimes my wishes do come true and hopefully one day i'll have all of you 

because with the serenity you bring to me i think i'm ready to write you into a thousand eternities.

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Change

Truly gone

With the break of morn

The vows half sworn

To a heart that’s drawn.

Wretched fight

All day and night

Till the happy days

Are stained so bright

With blood and pain,

Stress, disdain,

A life in chains to the mess you made.

A man enslaved

Engraved

A wish

On a drawn out heart;

Never having looked inside,

Instead always trying to hide,

Thought a good place to start.

On the page eight words appear

“The happy days should start right here.”

[kakutumi]

I’m going to make art that means something.

[kakutumi]

I love you. Oh this is the question section... I love you? - Anonymous

😂😂😂😂😂😂wow

[kakutumi]

What inspired your Greek mythology themed poems?

I’ve always had a fascination with Greek myths. Their stories and explanations for the things that happen around us is creative and beautiful. For example the story of Apollo and the nymph turned flower, which explains why sunflowers tend to face the direction of the sun, takes something so ordinary and probably overlooked and casts it in a imaginative and romantic way. That is what I imagine poetry is for and is the major reason I used to write.