My attempt at poetry

This is my attempt at poetry,









This is to the man with the dimpled smile, the man whose eyes go so deep I want to reach out and sink into their depth;








This is for the man with the shoulders that go on forever, whose hands make me feel like a princess;


This is for the man who with his mere presence makes my days and is capable of ruining my week with a word;


This is to the man I am learning more and more about with each passing day, and with each day I care for more…




You came by when I had finally given up and decided this shit wasn’t worth it anymore, that I could do just fine on my own, maybe never get butterflies in my stomach when I’m about to surprise the man i care for anymore, never go out of my way to do nice things for him and feel every bit of my effort rewarded with the look on his face, maybe never have to stare into his eyes and get lost in their intensity and possibly never feel that overpowering take of emotions that makes you want to grab him and squeeze the life out of him; but I was going to be just fine without a man in my life.


It could not have taken me by any more surprise, there was no immediate connection where our eyes met and at once we knew we were meant to spend the rest of our lives together! We didn’t brush hands by accident and immediately a shock wave shot through our bodies and after that all we wanted were a few minutes by ourselves, I refused to even look at him for too long, so what if he was cute and had dimples (my weakness) and curly hair and big shoulders?


The world is crawling with cute, dimpled, curly-haired guys with big shoulders and adorable smiles! (ok maybe that’s a slight exaggeration on my part )but those are the guys who crash your heart into a million tiny, pieces that take forever to tape back. Didn’t wanna pay too much attention just in case…





It’s his person that got me, his way of looking at the world, his light-humoured approach to life…his theories, his charm, him.
Guess I can’t write poetry, always end up doin this mushy, eeky shit, sigh!

Smiley face to happy thoughts

If all the world’s a stage and all the men and women merely players; with their exits and entrances? Can I play an evil, sadistic murderer who shoots Dimple right into his heart so I watch him bleed out then take out his mangled bullet-ridden heart out and stomp the last living breathing vessels to a pulp?

I’d retire my role after that and die knowing I’ve made the world a much better place. That thought has just made my dayJ. Yeah the vicious murderer definitely feels like the role for me…

When things finally calm down in my head, I can't wait to sleep for ten hours and wake up to watch another endless hours of sitcoms because I'm not desperately trying to keep busy so my head soesn't go on overdrive asking questions I may never get answers to. Nkt stupid life.

It's a grey morning, just the way I like em, nice and drab. Today I'll carry my camera around and capture smiles everywhere so that I might replace the plastic smile I've been working on with a real one..the sun may just need to come out for that one.

So today morning I got word that my cousin was in hospital burnt to a crisp attempting to rob some guys he clearly underestimated. Ouch! Guess some lessons have to be burnt into you..hope he survives to learrn it though, poor guy..

It's a slow day, morning, I should study for my cat later on in the evening, think I'll go buy a shoes, makes more sense or finish watching misfits, loving their Bree-ish accent! So bloody sexy!

Craving wine, vodka and chicken wings..kinda strange..

Friday Musings

Yesterday I kicked insomnia's tiny little butt out of my room and slept soundly all the way from eleven to seven am and that was the alarm. Yaay!!


One tiny little problem though, now I can't find slots during the day to squeeze in all the work I got done in the we hours of the night when I was wide awake and burning with energy, darn it!!


My days are getting increasingly brighter, most shocking is that I'm laughing again, not because my life is easier, happier or more full of love, but because I have that condition that has probably saved me from ulcers through my many dark years; escapism. It works wonders!!




 I'm happy now that's all that counts right?




Strange dreams have been haunting my sleep lately, two nights ago after an exceptionally long spell of insomnia, I managed to get some shut eye and the results of part of my escapist renegades came back to haunt me in my sleep.


I was in P's house talking on the phone to him and packing his stuff up for one reason or the other...I was in my blue home towel and my pink slippers. The house was dark and I was whispering on the phone to him when his dad appeared at the bottom of the stairs on which I was halfway.


 As we have seen in all our dreams, we have supernatural powers that somehow seem to mess up the situation even further. I somehow hid under the stairs making my capture all the more embarrassing towel and all, crouched under a stairwell in the dark, phone in hand.


It was humiliating! You see, we never really formally met with the dad, he just stared at me like I looked vaguely familiar then dragged me out into the light, took the phone and attempted to call P who wasn't picking up by some stroke of luck.


 Short lived as it was, it was worth it, for I was frog marched to the car where Kariuki, their driver was waiting. Baba P sat in the back seat with me, still clad in my blue towel and pink slippers now very confused!


Then I woke up. Shit. Weird. Why do I still have dreams of ex-people? Do they still exist in my subconsience? I think I prefer my dreamless nights, peace of mind. God knows I havent had that in a while.


The intense hot and cold with Dimple  isn't really helping a girl figure stuff out, I seem to have an uncanny ability to pull in the complicated.




"Life was full of sound and fury and in the end signified nothing." William Shakespear. What a drab thing to say, somehow that's the phase I seem to be going through, everything I do feels like it's headed to nowhere, to unappreciation, pain and regret.
I used to be such a positive person! Guess life pounded it all out of me. I refuse to let it eat me up, tommorrow first thing, I dig up my copy of The Secret, blow the years of accumulated dust off and start the journey of positivity anew!

Now I should take advantage of my days of almost hypersomnia and escape to dreamland.
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