#writeamarachi

[writeamarachi]

I believe all things are relative and true, it's only Choice that makes a difference.

Amarachi Esowe

[writeamarachi]

Just because I set boundaries with family members, old friends, and past lovers does not mean my heart is not open. My heart is always open! Those boundaries were and are set when people start to become or were always incompatible to who I was and who I am in the moment. And my heart is always open because those boundaries can easily be relieved when and if we become compatible again.

Amarachi Esowe

[writeamarachi]

Open your mind. Open your heart.

Amarachi Esowe

[writeamarachi]

MAN VS. MAN

My mind is full of questions. Albeit I hate regret, I’m regretting and it hurts. The series of “what ifs” are resurrecting and seem undiminished. My brother coughs and I jerk out of apprehension. I giggle at the thought of it. Can I bear anymore of this pain that runs through my blood? Can I?? I have enough to deal with. From my health deteriorating to my built in success failing, From my lack of social normality to my shame, From my lost of love to my struggle to gain sensibility I have enough to deal with! My heart cries because my tears won’t come out Will they force themselves out at unexpected moments again? Will they?? I’m tired of that but I can’t help it. It happens. My brother clears his through again. I hope he isn’t catching a cold or something. On the television I hear the noise of boxers. I giggle at the resemblance they have with my soul. I live in a struggle of man versus man. A way out seems outlandish by now.

[Amarachi Esowe: 1.20.06]

[writeamarachi]

WHERE DID FOREVER GO

Where did forever go With white lights and alcohol And lovers before the war Locked in their bedrooms With no one around Blinded dry drunk on the freeway Sleep walking through time Dreaming of kings eternally Going the wrong way Breaking apart the crowns In the cozy red windows Under shadows of family sins Echoing moonlight and shaking off hellos Where did forever go While waiting patiently Under the silver haired mama Cradling pumped blood to keep young Buying old ideas crying in the golden ages Thinking self beautiful The future self cruel Brisking through shining light At hollows point Dirty whirl blues from death’s call Enlarged and disabled howls for mercy Transpiring tragedies and saying babies Where did forever go Still blurred and into walls Before the night hold Embarrassed of public virtual Where all can see, but we hide Not letting out, but running away And dancing and dancing

[Amarachi Esowe: 9.3.09]

[writeamarachi]

THEATRE OF WAR

I was drawn into this despicable toil

Asking to shed my epidermis Leaving my heart bare for all to see I was kidnapped into this world of refuge With my firearm in hand Taught to kill all that stood at threat’s doors But I yield and mask my appearance in combat Holding a rifle in belt at all cost No matter if in battle or not The mental wash wasn’t to my consciousness I kneel at my soul’s death bed Remorsing over molten cadavers Strikingly opposing suicides yelps In action for the tripwire I rush into enemy lines Lifted away by enemy planes Into a world spoken only for me Understood by only my guilt

[Amarachi Esowe: 7.14.09]