Some women are half
empty vessels, allowing
any man to dilute
and fill them. Unaware
that they can never be safe
in his unsteady palms.
He will spill you both.
©Assumpta Ozua 2016 Continue reading
Tag: Poem
In The Midnight Hour
Somewhere between wake and sleep
sleep and wake
I led impatient ink to a patient page
and penned this insomniacs poem. Continue reading
Choose Persistence
Close your eyes and count to ten,
then hope you never see Perfection again.
She dropped down dead at Improbable’s door.
You can’t be friends with her anymore.
©Assumpta Ozua Continue reading
Out-Spoken
Upon my return,
I held a page in my palm
tracing my fingers
across its lines
I murmured Continue reading
The Enemy Within
On the days when life is a vacuum,
a merciless vortex sucking up
the debris of resting dreams, Continue reading
Chasing Perfect
Openings
Each time we collide,
when my purpose
meets your drive,
your face cracks like a
windshield on impact
to reveal that
imperfect smile. Continue reading
For The Love of Language
On Things That I Know to Be True:
When I was four years old; complete with
snow white knee high socks and imaginary
dwarf-friends in tow, I wanted to be a doctor.
Already aware of the sickness in the world
and a bourgeoning puzzle-meister
I really wanted to fix things
seek smiles that had been hiding beneath
broken promises, Continue reading
Superwoman Syndrome
When you fly home at night,
slipstreaming lassitude and loneliness
sleepy wind hissing your name
encasing and loving your frame, Continue reading
When The Dust Settles: Thailand
Who will finish
your jigsaw heart
when he leaves,
taking pieces with him?
Who told you to play
with unbeatable men? Continue reading
4 Dec 2014 – 4 Dec 2015
Me Today You Tomorrow turned 1 today!!
It’s my blogging anniversary guys! Continue reading
