Some days are empty
Some days are dark
Some days I’m devoid
of the will to live
And my soul beckons onto death
Some days my monsters
Come out to play pullin’ me @ both arms
Some days my pains engulf me
And all I have left are the scars
Some days I think about it all and laugh
Someday it will all end and I’ll be free



Who am I? I am the thousand faces of hunger silhouetted in the mask of smiles and laughter. I am the 276 girls stolen @ the hour of night from their hotels. I am their tears. I am their fears. I am their hope. I’m the broken hearts of the families left behind. I am the hundreds of lives blown into shreds of flesh while there’s a feast @ the rock. I am the victims of religious intolerance. I am the stabbed. The wounded. The lifeless. Oh, I am the frail teenage boy locked in chains and dumped in a solitary room for days on to face the horror of my crime. What crime? I stole a piece of meat off my step mother’s pot. I am the 8 year old raped by her uncle. I am the breathless 12 year old girl hawkin’ (pure) water to go to school, but was lured to a corner and raped by five men. I am that sickness you feel @ the base of your insides as you read this. I’m the pain. I’m the anger. And one day I’ll blow out. Consumin’ everythin’ and everyone in my path. I am the avenger.


The other day
@ the bus station
I met this gal
She looked like the
kinda gal I could date

She was dark
Not the kinda dark that
bordered @ black
She was chocolate dark
Darkish-Brown; shiny

She had a gigantic butt
Perfect the pair of it
In unison like placin’ two
Question Marks facin’ each other

I walked to her
Said “Hi”, She said “Hey”
@ first one could decipher she was lost
As if not knowin’ where she was
And not knowin’ how
to get to where she wants

I bothered to ask where she was goin’
And she begun to chatter
I was right
She had lost her way and her purse
No money, no iPhone
No means of gettin’ where she wants

I knew this was my chance to score big
Then I said “Excuse me”
She answered “Ok”

To a corner I went
To call Malik
Flickin’ thru my contacts
Ahmed, Ayad, Cent, Duff, Fat, Favor, Gabe, Hannah, Justin, Lillian, MALIK

That name I dial
Cring, cring, cring,
Cring, cring, cring,
No answer

I concluded Malik was sleepin’
For no other reason would he not pick
– But where do I get a car to take her
The cash I have wouldn’t do us both

So I placed my cell back in my pocket
And I return to the station
To that bootylicious gal
But what do I find?
She not there

My eyes traveled fast
In a car they found her
With the Politician Guy

Apparently I had been long
Tryin’ to reach a dozin’ Malik
And in my absence
The guy had made a proposal
And she had said yes

If he took her everywhere she wants
She would simply grace
His bed that night

She caught my eyes
And soon approached me
Then said she’s gotten a ride
And hoped we meet again someday

I said I hope so too
And wished her luck
And she thanked me

The guy pulled the car toward us
She got in
waved her hands
And he sped off

In a way
He had removed a burden
As I couldn’t possibly
Keep her any longer
Since Malik didn’t answer
And I couldn’t spare my last money

All in all
I’m Ok with the whole thin’
As a writer
I forever keep watch
for such encounters

Because without experiences
A writer writes stuffs that are borin’

Though I may miss
The final insertion
Still yet I am able to imagine
The whole process
And derive Orgasm

I am satisfied.


I wanna run my
hands in your hair
I wanna trace
the outlines of your face

If I were to choose between
Tomorrow and You
It’s You _
Will be You every time

You are my tomorrow_
You are every hour that ticks by
The micro seconds contained
– in the twinkle of my eyes
You’re the breath passin’
– through my nostrils

So of what use
would tomorrow be without
You ?

Come !
Come into my
hands Teddy bun
I wanna stay glued to You
Until our bodies become each other
And our hearts beat as one

I am brimmin’ with a
passion that has become torture
Torture for every time
that passes by without
You yet in my arms

Oooh gawd ! I want You
I want You in ways I can’t explain
I can’t comprehend why it is so
The tenacity of this desire

All I know and all I feel
Is a desire that has grown to possess me
Consumin’ me like a
Wild fire in a forest of bushes

I plead come
C0oMmEe !
For the strength
To remain sane eludes me

Tick tock. Tick tock.. Tick Tock…

Come before I erupt
like a volcanic mountain
of heated ash

– come I plea….


I don’t write often
as I would want
I don’t read as
much as I used to
I feel like a ghost
I’m restless
All this obligations
Weigh on me
I’m sunken wool


I am lost
Lost in my sadness
I am mad
Mad at me
At my folly
My confusion
My nonchalance
I am mad at my mistakes
The ones that reoccur
I hate my fears
I’m fighting to be strong
To conceal my fears
Fighting wounds me_
I am bleeding
‘Not fighting’ eats up the better part
of me.
What am I to do?

Originally posted on: tiamaadams.blogspot.co.ke/2016/08/lost_1.html?m=1


I am not the
resurrection nor the life
I am the voice of rebellion
an army of the oppressed
marchin’ onto redemption
Kill me today
I won’t rise on the third day
I rise with every new cry echoed
from unjust corners of the world
Death can’t hold me back!
I come to break the law
for the law is fouled!
I come to shatter it
I do not promise the abundant life
I come to make a just life.
I’ll shed my blood for this cause
There’s no paradise I go to prepare
other than this one I struggle for
Here is our paradise
Structured into hell…

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Tongue fuck you_
Until your bum convulses
Until your juices explode
and run down my chin
Spread those pink lips
I want to fill your hole wif my dick
I want to fuck you
I want to FUCK you !
Sit on me
Your cunt on my hood
Ride me fast
Ride me slow
Cum on my dick
Ride me until I can no longer hold but scream
Cuddle me