Now I can see my shadow in a dark room; it seems what is behind me is darker than ever And my vision has lost all sense of light. Yet I long to reach out once more for the things that are precious, that for once I may cling to a dream that never ends. Compelling me to know the intent of the labo...Read more
Kaluba Kabuswe
@kabuswesignature
I am all about mystery and intrigue. I prefer to express my poetry in a way that conveys deeper meaning than what you read.
This is my voice, I can't always control How it sounds when I open my mouth but it can change, And formerly it held a sad tone that made the listeners think I was alone. I was alone; it's not just my voice that revealed that, my actions did too. I was afraid; my voice just wanted to make that known...Read more
Why is it so easy for me To let go of the things that I see? Why am I always a step away, not near, repeatedly living in fear? While the noise shrinks the room casting me into a shell, my anxiety beginnings to smell. The tension cracks the wall, I know no one knows. And the current state is worse th...Read more
Life is not a dream Or a story that is told. It is rough, it is treacherous, it is cold But that not what we were taught. We walk through time with half truths and we run with assumptions. We pass through the fire as we learn that it burns. The weak on dies while the strong one learns. This is life...Read more
The creation yearns, it desires to express, To show forth the innate beauty That emanates from it's essence. Trees grow, some pierce the sky while others stay close to the earth. Lions roar and the fragrance of peace is made unpleasant by fear. The man is just like that, finding Pleasure bu...Read more
I always want to float In the bitter lyrics of despair Choosing only to dwell in the kind Of darkness that no ray of light can scatter. The solace for my grief is a cave Where only I can exist. A cave of hiding that magnifies The feelings in the chambers of my heart. The cave woos, it ca...Read more
For others a poem is an art work, rhythm or a rhyme That is written by those who embraced the silence until it spoke. Poetry however is an attempt, not the act of expression but just trying to vocalize what you feel. It is the intimacy between pen and paper, soul and mouth, what's not and what's...Read more