Melanie Emikohe Poems

I got stabbed a few times
Because I was idiot and willing!
Fearlessly chasing Happiness,
And it taunted my desperation.
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The strong scent of coffee
Is my soul's favored company;
Such a warm comfort trickle its way
Of bitter, to find its way to sweet!
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Happy is a weather of the day
not a season, not a brand.
It is the clouds that tease the sun
randomness of a child.
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Don't peek
I've been working hard
Not to move
Under my cover
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I have a bag of seashells
Collected from acres of sand
Sums up my walk's treasure
At my abode, an idle land
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Hooked into this habit,
staying up late, two AM;
my lover drools on my pillow;
I watch his dreaming state.
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His fingers are brittle and yellow,
those veins are fat and nagging;
his hands are thick and rough,
and they shake when he speaks.
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Obsessed with a thought
teasing, he daunts
some divine sleeps,
postpones a feast,
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My love is a red wine,
preserved its taste
by years - to spare -
for such exclusive lips.
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This is an Emergency

and you chilling in there
waiting for it to hurt
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