The Poetry Farm

I can't stand the rain! Why does it hit louder and harder against my window pane? Why has it come in my intense discomfort and solitude? It's rhymes and rhythms distort the rhythm of my heart beat, 'cause all I do is miss you. Can you stand the rain? Does its splashes that tickle your skin remind you of my warm touch and wet kiss? Does its drumming bring you a reminiscence of me and you in bed and the sound of your skin clapping at my skin? Oh! The piercing wind drilling through our skin in the night, causes quakes in our bodies like the hurricane. We're a few hours apart, but the rains are a titanic that carries us farther apart. I'm just a call away, but the nuisance gets louder and oh the frustration! Hearing your voice becomes so hard. Who can I blame? Is it your bad timing or that of the rain? You said you were leaving in the cloudy morning, and that you'd be back again. And you left before the rain. You left me in here to wait. Then came the...

Little by little, I live everyday Breathing hard and deep all the way. Everyday is a chance to live And a film to watch, and a song to sing A person to love, a road to sojourn A tussle to settle and a blood to bleed. My life is a story to write, a poem to recite A rhythm to dance to and a kite to fly. The many reasons there are to die Are the same reasons that I have to survive. The lies in my head that sentence me to death in the night Are the truths that kick me out of bed during sunrise To face the day, to face my fears To f**k the world and lick my tears. I live - and that means I see beyond debts And talk myself out of frets. I take risks and account for my shortcomings And slam the ones who judge my fallings. I gotta be strong for myself, Because the world also is probably doing same for themselves. I live because it is my charge to keep And my life wasn't made by me. So, who am I to...

It was large. So bright and blue and beautiful. Like the ocean. It was endless and had a lot of good things. My life. He came sailing along and "I will, with my life, Help you bear this." Said he. And he had my whole world on his shoulder. As he took each step, the water spilled; Then it kept drying out until every good in it went away. Until I had nothing more to lose. Then my world dried out and began to crack. Then I forsook morality and virtuousness. Then I lost my head while giving heads. Every sweet meal became a pitter pill. Every poisonous person seemed good for my health. I began to think that I needed things I'd never need. And I did the things I thought I'd never do. Then my sleepless nights got replaced with darkness and impurity. And my whole world came crushing down. So, I took back my world. Emptied it of the poison and garbage. Waited for the rains for hydration. And I revamped my world. My shrunken world, became large again. My ...

Been broke, so broke that my survival doesn't make sense, so I've been thought of as a whore. Been judged and slandered by the curious ears who didn't understand. Been defamed by helpers who thought they'd bought my life with a few cedi notes. Been hurt so deep but the open sore keeps healing. Been killed a million times, but I'm still breathing. And I'm gonna live on and on and on. He'll keep me alive and He will be my evidence - the evidence of my blessing; evidence of my survival. I'm gonna live each day and survive like a pro and not a beggar. ~Angie. Share in my thoughts and be encouraged