Biography of Rickon Chewe
i was raised by a single mother, started poetry at the age of 18 just when life seemed to pay me a sour visit. i moved to south africa in late november 2009, its here where i finished my high school and begun my tertiary studies.
Rickon Chewe Poems
Like light in the dark it invades My Privacy. An Army of thoughts antagonistically Matching at My walls of Defense. In thinking invading is my Arch enemy.
I want to be your idea of perfect Even though I can never be. I want you to count on me to always be there Even when you see am not, I'd still want you to think am here.
Confessions Of An Addict
I am hooked to a drug I know is bad but each time I try to leave to relieve myself of duties of an addict I start to feel bad about that good feeling I won't have.
Do you remember when our lips first kissed? I inhaled your air, temporarily you became a part of me and as with everything I exhaled you away. Venomous is your oxygen. Killing me with your care, As your care patiently numbs all feeling. Fatal love, an end with you I will meet my death. My lips cling to yours as I waste away
Often I sit, unconscious to movement, looking at the still stars in the almost motion Drawn open Sky. The Pen in the midst of my thoughts wishfully Paints them to be shooting Stars And in flight state of Cogitation I become quite aware of my wounds but
There is a place, where these hearts still beat Together under a sky where we are birds flocking together of the same feather. it is there where my want, is needing you am only to Fall in love only because id be coming Down for You.
Moments In A Shower
In a mind of a Poet all that you see as red may come stand as nothing but Blue. Am all alone in this world and yet all I have left is You, Well in thought at least. I figured I should have paid more attention at school even though I was broke
Am I Awake?
The Sun appears too Bright for this life Time passes too swiftly for this Time. The blue painted Sky above seems too real I am not a Ghost but everything rushes right through me.
Note To God
So here I am, standing in his holy presence just a few meters behind the ranked winged creatures. I stare as they go before me to bow and marvel his glorious essence each present to present a unique present.
The words that Pen through his ink can never truly be read, He is the mystery in this mysterious world unresolved The Echo unheard, the speech anchored down his speaking throat but spoken unsaid, He is that elevated feeling keeping him down
Like light in the dark it invades My Privacy.
An Army of thoughts antagonistically
Matching at My walls of Defense.
In thinking invading is my Arch enemy.
Masked in disguise of friendliness it soothes my heart in pools
of loneliness. My mind in an ocean of its own
Sinks like stones in an ocean of emptiness.
My train of thought corrupted by its tides and waves
Sand of time fall for in minutes and my state of mind compensates