ME by Antoh

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ME by Antoh

I miss the mornings when my soul was his

Not even a serpent would hiss

I was strong in faith

Not even an apple would win me from him

The trust was within

My trust was with him

I miss this moments

Within my head is torments

I am crushing to destruction

O lord i need light

My robe please make white

Iam lost in the darkness of the night
I feel unworthy

Unworthy before you

O lord my hairs are short to wipe your feet

From the firbidden tree i did eat

Then my faith did fade like the serpents trail

But could i wail

That i was cheated

On this hill is where i kneel

My hands clutching my neck

My nails digging into my neck

I want to fall dead

My blood to flow as a sign of acceptance

My blood :a seal 

I want to die and to remain the seal

In the afterlife let my heart heal

Wash my soul off sin 

O lord let me be me

Me when you blew dust into me

 ©Antoh_2016

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I WILL BE FINE BY ANTOH


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I WILL BE FINE By Antoh

My eyes glued to his tombstone

nothing can pluck ’em

His names in bold ,the tombstone holds

A sweet character in my life he was

A good father he was

Aa i read his names on the cross …hot tears stream down my face

Down my face it burns me

Only my tears burn the pain away

I choke on my tears

With the air getting hot

Then my black dress itches me

And i restain my hands not to hike it

I will be okay but not today

This consuming pain squeezes me until i can’t breathe

Mother he left you to me

Mother he left me to you

In your tears i see pain

In my tears flows a pain

Your broken heart i sew

To patch its pieces afresh

Coiling in the cold by his grave

For i don’t miss Dave

I need my dad more

more than ever before

I will be well

For his spirits will embrace me

His spirits will wrap an arm around me

to cocoon me with warmth

Dad i love you

You who came into my life like a raging storm

A storm that swept away everything i perceived you to be

I will be okay

just with you here

# tender_memories

# dark_house

# the_trek

♡ ♡

¤¤¤ — feeling depressed.

©Antoh

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A LETTER TO HER by Antoh

A LETTER TO HER by Antoh

Her face  did light me up 

Then up my feelings did rise

She was the reason i would wake up with a determined heart

“Yes maybe she will be warm to me today”

Thats how i would verse from my heart

My feelings for her did set a clock ticking in my head

That in my bed i did coil wishing to feel her warm hands around me

Yes i loved her

I craved for her company like life in the afterlife

She made me feel like blood flow in my heart

A,smile that never got out of stylr was mine
But 

She had a mask on her face

I hushed the feeling away

“Maybe good things dont come easily”:that was her phrase 

Still she was warm and cold

Warm when i shower her with gifts

Cold when i turned up at her door

Still a soldier i had to keep warm when cold

Maybe she would care

To me she wasn’t any fair
Flowering in her world

I did walk within her shadows

I did breath within her vicinity

I was loosing it all to her

Yet she wasn’t the girl for me

My gifts she would burn

Behind my back she would talk

My dressing made her puke

It’s the take she had on me

She was a venom that would kill any minute

I still recall 

I did let tears burn in my stomach

This i did find hard

Since i could see the same face daily

But i had to

And i had to write her a letter

This 

This is her letter from me

©Antoh

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HOPE by Antoh

HOPE by Antoh
If i could read my pieces and nod

Then i would keep writing

My ink my breath

All i need is hope

Hope to keep the fire in me burning

When i say i write 

Some think its a ghost in white

 O dear readers all i need is hope

That its a try i give

Not a cry my pen bleeds
“I will write till my ink spits its last ink

I will write when i see light

When i feel some worth in my pieces”

Bless my work oh lord

Hail lord 

Its in the inky world

Where my heart rests

Where my desires i nest

I want to give my best

To build my small inky world

Far away from earth

Where imks scraps my heart

Where my smile polishes my pieces

I wish to write

To let my pieces to everyone

Then i can die a happy man

For poetry is my phrase

You i can praise oh lord

Hope

Hope is all i pledge

O readers 

O lord

Hope is the prayer of a poet

© Antoh

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LOVE AT NIGHT BY ANTOH

LOVE AT NIGHT  
The moon painting the night white

Like pantel tinted stars are my emotions at night

Like sunflower seeds is the moon’s light across the sky

I await you in my house

You set me in flames

I want to kiss you with a burning sensation

Thats why i love the night

For my feelings for you illuminate my heart like a lantern 
Wrap your hands around me 

The best feel ever 

I feel like rolling the moon up the sky

I will roll it for you

Indeed the night got magic

It makes me a magician..

I love to see you and call you lady of night

I want to cuddle with you all night

In the night my feelings for you i can handle

©Antoh

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WHAT I SEE BY Antoh

WHAT I SEE BY ANTOH

My eyes to the sky 

Still i see that face of hers

Yet my eyes the thought sets fire on my scars

When blink my eyes I

The ladder of thoughts cling so bad that i would trip and break my neck
The soft character in my life

O the almond oil in my life :she would splashes the oil of life on me

The sweet character to call wife

But she walks with a knife

Walks with a knife who?

Tis her 

Her knife always fresh with blood

Her hands always stained in blood

What she sees i want to see

Why her knife is wet all the time .and why she washes it with lime

Then i wont shed a tear

For it stabbs me 

For it disturbs me

What she sees that she want a knife in her hands

After that, i will put on my hat

Then she can get to what she wants

I shall have known why she keeps cutting

I miss her love

But i wont shout to her

She might drop her knife before i know

Before i know what she sees 

And who she unbloods

What you see is what i want to see

Soon i will stab myself

Myself i will stab for you killing me 

Tis better  before you dig it into my chest
© Antoh

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°°°knife is symbolic

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