I Should Have Kissed You Mine (Spoken word poetry)

I Should Have Kissed You Mine

I never realized love could hurt so much
until I saw you walk away
it hurt so much ‘cos I was too proud, too proud to tell you I love you, I just kissed you without saying a word
I thought that kiss should have sealed the deal, instead it broke us apart
I should have poured my heart out, instead of pretending ’twas nothing
I should have said I love you, instead of letting you go

and when friends asked about you I pretended to be happy
but truth is, just the mere mention of your name broke me into pieces, shattered me
and there is nothing I can do, but just think of you and what to do with a life without you
‘cos when I think of you, I think of the day I let you go
I let you go without fighting a good damn fight
I should have said I love you, instead of letting you go

and it may be too late to say, but i’ll say it anyway
I am sorry for kissing you without telling you why
I am sorry for letting you walk away instead of stopping you
I am sorry for giving up on you without even trying
I am sorry, I should have told you I love you, when I had the chance

now I am too late, too late a hero, so to say
how could i let it happen so fast?
I waited, yes, just waited, I thought waiting was enough
I thought waiting will make you come back
I thought waiting will be my only chance to finally tell you how I feel
but baby waiting wasn’t enough
I should have told you I love you, when I had the chance

I should have kissed you mine, instead of kissing you goodbye
I should have asked you out, but I did not,
I was too young, too dumb to make the bold move, too silly to take the big leap
I should have loved you when you were with me
I should have told you I love you, when I had the chance

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it’s been said many times
a house is not a home
it’s just a dwelling place
to get through days

it’s been said many times
a home is made up of
a loving father, a caring mother
and kids to share

yet, through and through
over the years, over time
we’ve witnessed, homes
crumble down

and for most they say
it’s the father, not so loving
or the mother, not so caring
which leaves the kids scuffling

but i say my dear
my home is with you
regardless of
no matter what

For Sadje https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2021/11/22/what-do-you-see-109-november-222021/

Together, In A Crowded Place

Together, In A Crowded Place

in a spot where the crowd is proud
to strut and to flaunt all that they have
from a bejeweled phone case to the latest
fashion trend, to what’s new, what’s hot

in the same spot, the same scene, the same place
i’d flaunt not my Rolex Zenith Daytona watch
nor my bloody red Louis Vuitton Brentwood bag
not even my Hermes Oran slides

in a multitude of people gathered to share
their daily routines, life updates, even dreams
i’d talk not of how my life has been so far
or my “what ifs” and my hundreds of “maybes”

in a jam-packed crowded place, i’d show off
my most precious, dearest, valuable piece
that no amount of hard cash or ready money
could compensate to pay, to buy, to acquire

in a huddled place, loaded with different faces
i’d display with great pride, with honor, and
a smile on my face, i’d take your hand, together,
let’s reveal to the world what true love is

baby, hold my hand, in a crowded place
together, let’s flaunt each other, with
nothing but the undying love in our hearts
and the hope of true love forever

let’s do what they call crazy weird
a public display of affection
in a crowded place, damn!
who cares! 

What If Snowflakes Don’t Fall In Winter?

It humbles me to remember where i came from and all the hard work i had to do to be where i am now.

“What If Snowflakes Don’t Fall In Winter”, my first poetry book about love, will always be special because it made me the Amazon best – selling Love Poet that I am now. Something that I thought I would never achieve in my lifetime.



and just when you thought solitude
is what you need to live and survive
what if, it’s but a mere illusion?

in fact,

there isn’t stillness in seclusion?
there isn’t freedom in liberation?
there isn’t hope in ambition?

‘cos, no matter what you do

the war is in your head
the rage is in your soul
the inferno is in your heart

and, peace is just

a product of your imagination
a manufactured information
a fabricated deception

go, fight

the demon in your head
the evil under your bed
the culprit that said

“you are not good enough and you will never be”

accept the challenge

spring up. climb.
rise up. grow.

prove them all wrong.

unlock your fullest potential.

I Will Love You Forever, Again

I Will Love You Forever, Again

it’s been many days, many months, many years
i could barely remember the reason, the story behind
we parted ways, we said goodbye
but the pain of letting go, saying adieu
broke me in million little pieces
shattered me in million more ways

it’s been many days, many months, many years
we have moved on, we have moved forward
i could barely remember the challenges, the obstacles
i went through just to get by
forgetting you wasn’t easy, ’twas so damn hard
i was torn apart, i was wrecked, i was fragmented
i grieved in silence, i suffered in perfect serenity

it’s been many days, many months, many years
i could count more days, more months, many more years
i’ve mastered the art of smiling while agonizing
i’ve mastered the skills of being broken yet whole
i’ve mastered the way to move on while wanting to look back

it’s been many days, many months, many years
i am completely convinced, totally assured
that you are but, a fragment of my dream,
a beautiful memory of my past worth remembering as i smile, until on the 29th day
of the second month of the year,
you appeared my dear

and all the days, the months, the years that passed by were forgotten, set aside
would it be too late or too soon
to say my dear that i’ve missed you so
in all those days, those months
and those years, and if you may, let me say
“i promise to love you forever, again”

Appleseed (Jayson Polley)

Beaten, Taunted

Beaten, Taunted

i don’t know what hurt the most being beaten up or being taunted?

the beating produces bruises and wounds but eventually
it will heal, it will become a scar, a scar that will remind you
of the wars you’ve won, of the battles you’ve overcome
the scars, in effect, will make you a better, stronger, triumphant person
then you are healed of the traumas of the past
healed of your brokenness

but the humiliation and insults, do they even heal?
the damaging words uttered do they even fade away?
how do you mend a heart battered by indiscretion?
how do you cure a mind tortured by insults?
how do you rescue a soul drowning with indignity?

will there even be scars after each prejudicial word is said?
how do you cure ruined self-worth because of mortification?
i don’t know what hurt the most being beaten up or being taunted?

will someone tell me please, because i don’t really know anymore
which pain is worst, being beaten up or being taunted?

i can’t tell ‘though i had them both. 

Where Are You? (An Ode to Sanity)

Where Are You? (An Ode to Sanity)

must you be a dream in my make- believe realm
that i keep chasing in the silence of the night?
as i take the long road, in search of the light,
the promising yet blinding light
of rational sanity and reasonable tolerance
of steady balance and bountiful liberality
for it’s never easy, to relate to others
while making healthy choices

must you really be just a dream in my make- believe realm
that i keep seeking in the chaos of my head?
as i find my way, in pursuit of a solitary life ahead
a life of upswing recovery and ease healing
a life of peaceful acceptance and free- wheeling
for it’s never easy, to find joy and happiness
in the darkest of times, in the loneliest of moments

must you really be just a dream
i keep chasing in my head?

maybe. i don’t know.


i am tickeld by the possibility of finding you.