The Entomologist's Last Love Letter

 

The Entomologist's Last Love Letter is written in a card board Decorated with all the pictures of insects one would think of

This is a reminder of how beautiful he wished it could have been 

How magical his heart would beat every single time he was near her

He loved her, yes he did 

An insect so perfect, the wings would have given you the best of colors

The Entomologist's last love letter is written out of what looks like blood 

Blood of the very insect that sucked the love out of his life

He says it's not revenge. 

But a reminder of what the jolly beetle once told him 

"Punish love with love"

The lady bird 

They say the lady bird dies the very moment it loses its ability to impress male birds and make them follow her

The jolly beetle 

The jolly beetle poses the power to harness all the energy in the universe and convert it into a beautiful kingdom of dangling colors

And the butterfly,

It claims it's the rightful queen of the jungle

What they stole from her when they decided never to consider beauty for strength...

The Last Love Letter is for the butterfly

A reminder of whom she abandoned in search of her lost glory

When she chose to look for power and left love dragging on its own filth

The Entomologist weeps of the lost love 

The butterfly to whom love was just a mere normalcy...

Normalcy he says...

© amimoh

Love should be easy

 

Bumped into him; my ex boyfriend 

All our struggles to prove good lives after that silly breakup

He plays with her in my front; all the action for me to watch 

PDA has them acting; doing everything he never did with me 

I guess love should be easy, at least all the hurt would go away 

Mercy in love, maybe my regrets wouldn't hit this bad

"I hope you find one like me"

"Better still, the best version of me"

His words after he blew it all away 

I lived in his world once, and history is in repetition 

Keeping us in this fake cycle, pretence when we actually have things to tell each other 

Love should be easy, would have resolved it long ago 

Still holding onto that shirt you intentionally left in my closet

Hope you found the scarf I secretly  packed in your bag

Makes me feel like you're so near, though living on fantasies

How relieving it  would be if only love was that easy 

If only we could talk it over and be what the future was to be 

Love should be easy

Love should save what we had...

© amimoh 

Sham

 

There's no tunnel, no light 

It doesn't exist

Words of the dark magic trying to rinse out the colours from the little girl's dream

Punching her face to mere blue colour, she hates it 

There's no light

No tunnel; just time, destiny and death.

It's ten years now 

Walked in the club the evening before her wedding

Screams of those drunk to stupor, all the sounds she would wish to hear from herself 

She's the bride for the christian wedding at the church tomorrow

The wedding for which the priest cancelled a prayer for the ailing little boy next town 

That wedding for which the local mail man wouldn't deliver a last letter from the suicidal mom of three to the single dad. 

That's the bride...

They say she's worth a church wedding 

He's in his secret apartment 

The one only known by his mistress 

The groom for tomorrow's wedding is enjoying himself, not his wife though 

The groom in whose name the church would be closed for prayers 

The one in whose name the little ailing boy would probably not make it for another day 

He's the groom 

They say he's worthy of a church wedding 

The bartender knows her

The room service lady knows him 

They're all wondering why it had to be the church 

Why the holy communion would witness the unity 

Unity of souls of no interest

Souls that knows not love but anxiety and lust

Why 

Why the church ? 

© amimoh 

I fear

 

I fear being strangled by my own flops one day

I fear getting parents sobbing out of dismay, disappointed by the one they regarded the game changer

I fear the crawly hands of the devil all over me, direct entry to underseas; suffering until I perish

I fear senescence with no vision; no achievements; no single memory to cherish

I fear everything against this personality; everything that makes me drown into fear

Drowning, with no hope of being rescued 

© amimoh 

Our king is religious!

 

And the statement by the newly crowned king says, "the previous king only left a sack of cereals in the granary store of the kingdom and that cannot feed the population for even a month."

A statement by the wife of the newly crowned king, now our queen says, "an office be established within the kingdom but out of the palace for the queen as proof of her royalty". The king does that.

There are rumors by the sons, daughters, nephews, cousin and all step-relatives of the king "requesting" for offices within the kingdom but out of the palace in their name as proof of their royalty. He did that. 

  Our traditions say that anyone holding an office of royalty must be 'gifted' at least a sack of cereals every thirty sunsets for the 'roles they play' 

The bald 10-year old twins from the local water hole are carrying 5-litres each of grey water home; they say it's for drinking. 

The concerned elder twin is asking the other where the king would get the sacks to 'gift' the ones holding royal offices. 

Our king is a religious king, our king will pray and by virtue, by miracles it will rain, miraculously the granary store can even be filled with cereals overnight. 

Religion is not bad, but how awful can we think we own religion. 

Look at our king yawning in his throne

The so called leader is in fear

In doubt whether he should be here 

One with a scepture but can't command 

Only questions of why he has the hand

Is it really supposed to be him? 

Allies believe it's the king's calling

Of course he made calls to get there

Some say it took courage 

Maybe bumping off many in courage to get there

A king with no prowess, no he can't lead

   Is it supposed to be him though? 

He's a puppet king, confirmed 

Vulnerable to induced swings, no stand 

Though he plays his cards right 

Only a matter of time(it'll turn dark from bright)

The king is clueless; nothing but promises

   Was he the best we could find? 

Respondents say they never placed him there

Allies say the he deserves the throne 

Yet to dynasties, a puppet in war fair

He's trying but not the right way

A king with no voice of command 

Only questions of constant reassertion 

Is it really supposed to be him?

© amimoh

Magic

 

The great books have it, "no female friends for a man". If ever she keeps conversing, then sexualize the conversation. That's a yes/no question statement. It has its magic; snaps the rope ties so fast you'll never see it coming. 

#EnjoyTheDark is here 

© amimoh

Love...

 

Love made me a supreme one 

I created someone's world with all that nature can provide 

Gave her life and she blew everything out to me 

We would hide behind the curtains and forget that beds exist

We would lie naked on the floor, face to the ceiling and wonder of what the future was telling our past... 

She was the one 

Still the one working on that art; "my better version" 

© amimoh 

Ones like her are gifts

 

Remember the story of that old man 

The one who's heart they tore apart 

The one who tried finding answers at the bottom of the sea but got rescued

He's good now, in perfect shape 

He found someone; a healer

Mended all his torn parts until he's new

Ones like her 

Ones like her mend hearts

Recall the days I wallowed in fear 

The times all the air in the room would turn to water and I drown to near death

Would hide in my own filth; no strength to barrow out 

I found her and she mended it all 

Ones like her mend hearts

Find a flower like her 

Make your garden the best; all scenty

Mend your heart, smile at that tiny little bond 

Ones like her are rare to find 

Ones like her, they are gifts 

And all these 

All these are imaginations 

Still waiting for one to mend mine 

Still waiting for my flower... 

© amimoh 

A joke from Lucifer

 

Holding the body of someone you love who has committed suicide is easy. All you have to do is to sit there waiting for the paramedics with the hope that you're wrong. 

I think the word tragedy should be redifined; "That which is impossible to overcome."

      Lucifer thinks he's funny. 

      Well I think the morning star is not actually a real star... 

EnjoyTheDark is here...

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© amimoh

There's this joke...

 

  What do you call a roof that's 25% damaged? oof. You call it _oof. You get it.... No you don't... 

   What do you call meat that's only 1/4 spoilt? _eat. You call it _eat. You get it right. You don't....

Blind souls 

Blind mind

The words they threw at the blind me when I couldn't reason at their level 

Phrases they used to confirm my ever doubtful belief in myself when I couldn't match them 

Sitting at table with people more intellectually good than you is bitter sweet. You just sit there proudly and pray a question is not directed to you. 

But being blind makes it even easier; whichever the weight of the question thrown at you, you'll never see it coming...

A letter from the blind guy battling depression in the city, (probably out of a heartbreak) to his brother in the village...

Dear brother, 

I hope to see you soon... 

(delete, delete, delete)

Light at the end of a tunnel is a fallacy. I would have felt mine. Nature wouldn't be this bias to us. 

No blessings for those who hurry is a fallacy. Cripples can't always win the game; nature is fair  

The world has turned against me, corrupted my mind , made it fall in love with the statement, "suicide can also be the answer" 

I walk on the market streets and all I here are sounds of them selling ropes and strings. My pockets itch and my fingers scramble to find that single penny for a rope, reasons I don't understand 

The horrors wake me up at midnight with nightmares of things I only wish I could see

I've tried taking walks to the beach, the mountains but the statements the dark magic in the winds pass via my ears once my feet is touches the sea water, " You might as well end it here" 

Smiling has become a huge magic trick and I'm probably the worst magician I know

I pinch myself so hard whenever it comes just to remind my sanity that I'm still a nobody; cause just when do I smile 

When do I smile... 

Do I smile when I line up for food at the local kiosk and they tell me to skip the line to the front because I'm blind? Am I supposed to smile ?

Do I smile when I go looking for jobs at construction sites but they tell me there's no "site/sight"

Did I giggle when she came home at 2 am and was like; Babe I was involved in a road accident, I have the pictures here, I can "show you" ...

Or when, when she came to me at the middle of the night and was like dear I don't see this working out, maybe we should start "seeing different people".  

I think the word blind was under-defined; a person visually impaired and has not capability to see 

I think they forgot to mention the impairment not only covers the one's visually impaired but also those who laugh and belittle us for our blindness 

That the impairment is contagious; it bags you up once you try to make that favourite blind joke 

I wanna say the world is a good place but how about when we're asked to define happiness and we can't see any meaning

I wanna say it all happens for a reason and these imperfections make me stronger, what if they ask me to point a finger at my greatest achievement 

Do we go against all the odds and say that we are blind they should exclude us 

Do we battle the jokes they say and prove them wrong but always treating us like exceptions..

We say we're strong but hiding behind the dark shadows that eat us alive 

We say we can survive among the normal people but when given equal opportunities we fail...

So brother...

Brother I have a joke for you..

What do you call a blind dear

No eye deer 

Yes, you get that 

No eye dear....

© amimoh