Stella Sisanda Qishi Poems

this heart churns love
this heart brews hatred
this heart houses my passions
my passions share a room with my disinterests
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i have tried blocking my ears
while he called you things you were not,
but the epithets were heart-rending
i have tried looking away
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where in your body is your heart located?
is it oval or block-shaped?
does it beat in regular intervals as you decide their fate?
how many will quench your persistant thirst?
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It is hurled up to slate-coloured skies,
Twirled in buoyancies unreachable to man,
Passed on from droplet to droplet and back
Almost like a pendulum
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the lament of heart-rending words
pregnant with hostility jetted off through
the airs, stuck in the crazy moment
of raging fury and inevitably
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Every street is seething with impotent mobs
Scudding towards bushes and caves
Desperately searching for cover
As the angry barrels target each one of them,
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I did not choose my presence
To be good enough today
And be thrown in the desolate tomorrow.
I did not choose this fragile structure
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i will wear a solemn face, a half-broken smile
and cry tears borrowed from your unsuspecting victims
i will stand above you casket
and sing you eulogies roughly scripted
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they say love is a fountain
flowing down like the Victoria Falls
magnificent. genuine, indescribable.
they say it's where waters of the same current confluence
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behind that smile
there lies love,
unwavering, unswerving love.
there lies a melody
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