Speak To Me

A Sinners Plea
Speak To Me

The heavens open
And a voice from the skies
Let me hear your voice
Oh heavenly father
Smooth and peaceful
Speak to me

Speak to me
In the midst of my grief
When my tears flow
Uncontrollably I’m lost
Drowning in everything that consumes me
Let me hear the sound
That consoles me

Speak to me father
Give me hope
In my hopeless days
Tell me that you are in control
That you’ll make things right
In your own time

Speak to me father
That I may not forget
My journey began with you
That you take the wheel
That you know what next

Speak to me
On my best days
That I shall not forget
The dark days of yesterday
And I’ll remember to be grateful
For everything you’ve made me

Speak to me
Let the heavens open
I’ll open my heart
To listen to you
To understand why
Life is what it is

©La-ki
A Sinners Plea
Poetry Is Eternal

The Soil Is Calling for me

The soil is calling for Me

Endless nightmare
Take a trip
In a hearse
Ink shall flow in your honour
And you shall be at rest
Away from the world you knew

The soil is calling for me
To take my rightful place
A land of no return
Where tears don’t flow
And birds don’t hum at dawn

The soil is calling for me
Right before midnight
When lovers promise forever
Right before dawn
When reality hits me
To awake
And find myself

The soil is calling for me
Away from the struggles to exist
And tulips will grow
On top of me
Watered by the tears
Of those that loves me in life
And the red lump beautified
By the ones that will remember my smile

The soil is calling for me
So I rush between this pages
To leave my permanent footprint
In the sands of literature
Suppose my soul
Finds it’s way back
I’ll find me again
In the legacy from the first life

© La-ki
Poetry Is Eternal

The Journey

The Journey

I’m on my way
The winds blow by me
It’s funny how fast time flies
Heading back to
The only home I knew

A ride to
The only place
The younger me knew
The fields still so green
And I can see those of today’s generation
Run barefoot
Like I did back in the day
Those days we watched sunset
In the fields

We built imaginary castles
And played soccer in the grassy fields
And our ball made from papers
It is where our tales began

The days we learnt to pray
And listened to grandma’s tales every evening
Nights came so fast
Before I knew
My teenage days came and passed me by

We found ourselves
Met our first loves
Professed an emotion
We were clueless about
I’m on my way
To recap the glory of our child hood days

I’m on my way
To live
And dream
A me that once existed
Where the legacy began
And I found my voice
In rythm and rhyme
Learnt to ink
Keeping secrets in symbolic expressions

I’m on my way
To the place where I inked
My first piece
And the meaningless pieces that followed
Poetic predictions
And tales of love and growth

When we were young
We set on a trip
To find our voices
I got lost
In poetic justice
Finding my voice in literature
Beyond the horizons
And the church walls that sorounded me
I’m on my way
A slight walk down memory lane
To where my journey began

© La-ki 😍

© Walking in her shoes

When you Were Away

For every night
I was a goner
Your memory kept me alive
The thoughts of your smile
And what we wanted in life

Every night I was a goner
The nights were shortened
By the hope
Of our flames rekindling

Every night I was a goner
Thoughts of you
Kept me sane
Thoughts of you
Made me realize
I just wanted to stay

Every night I was a goner
Staring into the dark
Nights so silent
My only wish
If tomorrow comes
Then you shall
Be by my side
.© La-ki
The tales of a poets deepest secrets
Poetry is eternal

Quotes of the Neeve

Quotes of the Neeve

Beautiful Trauma

Wondering barefoot in the desert
No oasis to quench her thirst
Dried tear marks on her cheeks
Heart heavy , undecided
When does it ever go away

Wipe your tears,
Yesterday before the dawn cracked.
And before light overshadowed the darkness.
She was not herself again, oh, my ghosh!
She was by herself meditating.

Overthinking every minute of it
Wondering how why and when
Rhetorical questions
She never got the courage to answer
Lonely in the midst of crowds
Watching life unravel
Living the ghost of a beautiful trauma

She lost her soul in realm of pain
Her world broken in hearth
Pain dwell in her innermost,
Sometime, dark soul cry to non hearing sky.

No tears left to cry
In her arms pieces of her heart
Pieces of her life
And dreams of tomorrow
She chose herself
Right before
The stars graced the sky

Comes mediation above her soul
She is heal and made whole again.
Her beautiful scar made her healing.
Rejection and tribulations she overcomes.
Mentally capable of withstanding
The tides of psychological disturbances.
Her emotional inabilities healed beautifully.
Her soul one an object of pain, rejoice comes with happiness.

© La-ki
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Which animal would you compare yourself to and why?

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Tears
Fears
Shivers
Youth

Nights of full moon
A cry of a broken angel
I spend my days finding
Every piece of me
Life’s a puzzle I say
I shiver at the thoughts
The scary ones
That keep me up all night

Does the moon ever break its cycle
Skip from one like the seasons do
Does it fail to come
To keep vigil at night
When clouds don’t fill the sky???

My youth, my sweet curse
I can’t stay grounded
Am scared and lonely

Lines just flow
Tales of a poets deepest secrets
Is it just me
Or is everybody afraid
Of this passing years

Storms
How I hate to watch
The seasons change
How I hate to count
My years moving
Nothing to show
For every single one

Everlasting poetry
The one gift I got for you
My legacy I say
Gifted or stranded
Finding pieces of me
Or just imagining
I try to figure out
I guess I’ll never know why

But the moment I write
I come alive
Flower blossom
In the micro chip
Of my brain
Self expression
Poetic escape

But if I go young
Remember I inked to keep my sanity
If I stay a little longer
And get there
Edgars in a secret room
Hidden away from my world
Know I made the younger me proud

©La-ki
©Tales of a poets deepest secrets