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Jenim Dibie Poems
To trace where it all began Find the hand that first touched my heart To make my numbness feel again Trace the love that first broke my heart
The things people do for love The things love does to people The people who love things The things people love
Your best friend and your worst enemy Hides in front of your mirror You will stab yourself in the back In front of you over and over again
Late For A Date
A wind blew and put me in a state No, not lost... Just in a state no mortal has yet found The words to state just how this state feels.
I Painted This!
Rain makes the flower grow, rain kills the flower that grows, Was it Him or I that wouldn't let me grow, Is it the chicken or the egg that first knows, Was it pride or shame that brought me low,
I was born. I know that. ...And that is all I know Except that I will die ...I know that too
Some breathed against glass to know they were alive Others bled by touching glass to know they were alive She held her breath and bled words to stay alive Some crawled in and out of beds looking for love
First you are born into the world Then you ask why That will be your first mistake Every answer will question that question
Little Things I Know
There are things that are not to be said Things that are not to be known That lies beneath wandering souls That hides within white picket-fenced homes
One entrance. One exist. One door. One exit. Same door. Same history. Same door. Same hinges.
Last night I dreamt that someone loved me No hope, no harm Just another false alarm Just another castle in the air
I know a home nature made of vine, We walked in and turned it into wine, We drank till our guts began to pour, Only then did our hearts walk out our mouths.
It Is How We Grow
It is in the nature of man to war To fight, to sound the battle cry at the threat to his existence It is in the nature of life to test mankind To pull him by the short hairs and make him say 'please'
She Who Was
Life is a dark play with a few glitters of rainbow, The rainbow reminded me, I survived the storm, The scent after the rain was always worth the pain, I crawled, I walked, I ran, I flew, then hard I fell,
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To trace where it all began
Find the hand that first touched my heart
To make my numbness feel again
Trace the love that first broke my heart
To know where my guilt began
Find the heart I touched and broke to pieces
To understand the destination of these tears
Trace the thoughts that talk and cut my soul
To feel my breath against your skin
Stand in the rain and breathe in the fragrance after the rain
To heal my wounds without a scar
Touch me from my head to my thumped heart
To see the truth of all I am
Take a chair and stare my eyes to tears
To hear ...