Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Thursday, 14 September 2017

Note to Self: Intimacy with God

Happy Thursday!

I know what you're thinking. รt's been forever since she sat and wrote something properly on here." And I agree. There's nothing I can say or do that would help you understand just how much I needed the little impromptu hiatus(es) I've been taking over the year, so I won't even get into that. I did miss you though ๐Ÿ˜‰

For those of you who stayed loyal, and kept checking on me every once in a while: I'm ever so grateful! And I see each and every one of you! ๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜˜

So for you, especially for you, here's a little something I wrote:

There's a special place I'm striving to get to, something I've been learning about for a while.
Come with me as I endeavor to illustrate it with my words.
Or at the very least try to make you smile.๐Ÿ˜


Bisous!
x

P.S I've got a fun vlog for yรกll coming out soon ๐Ÿ˜

Tuesday, 21 March 2017

Feminists : The thing about females


There's this thing about females, that I'm not sure they see.
How they can bless you with a smile,
Or leave you with a frown. 

There's this thing about females, this power that they have.
They can build up whole cities,
Or tear them down.

See the thing about females, that I don't understand.
Is why sometimes they choose to be thorns in your side, 
Instead of jewels in your crown.

Why can't we lay bricks, and build up each other's castles? 
Instead of causing and building up walls of pain.
Why can't we speak to each other's faces in love?
Instead of driving each other insane.
Why can't we help establish each other's empires?
See there's more we have to gain.

We need to do better. Be better. Improve.
We need to be feminists.
And then, then the whole world will move. 

(Inspired by Chimwemwe Sakanjole)
For women's month.

Saturday, 18 February 2017

Dates with Him ๐Ÿ˜


It's in the quiet times.
The times when everything around me is still.
The times when the silence is so loud, when life has had it's fill.

That's when He reaches out and touches me.
To let me know that He's still there.
That He's always watching and He'll always care.

That we can just sit and have a conversation.
About everything and nothing.
That we can chat for hours on end and He can tell me something.

Something I may not have heard in the loudness, or in the rush.
Something I may have been asking/searching/waiting for, He just wanted me to hush.

See He's not the type to shout out loud, or to push and shove.
He's such a gentleman and does everything with love.

So in those quiet times, when I can finally listen clear.
I have dates with God, and he tells me all I need to hear.
๐Ÿ’—