THAT FEAR

~THAT FEAR~

The fear that makes me feel depressed,

The one that makes you want to get closer to me

 Than you ever have been.

That fear which makes you

Whisper the weight of your love for me

Directly into my ears.

That fear, that makes me,

Mean the whole world to you.

The one that makes me tell you

That everything is neat and spine.

The one that draws me closer to you

Than I ever have

The fear that makes me

Want to forever tie my heart to yours

That we may forever remain ours.

The very fear that coerce us to

Willingly do our best

That we may forever in each other’s arms rest.

The one that makes us wish

To be forever young.

The fear that gives hope

And opens our eyes to see a brighter future.

A future where love, and happiness blossoms

And smiles stored in our cheeks.

Oh! That fear of losing each other

Is a beautiful thing.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2015

MY USE IS WHAT, YOU ASK?

~MY USE IS WHAT, YOU ASK? ~

Drop the pen they say.

To go pick the spade or shovel?

I ask,

But the lullaby singer,

And the bed dresser.

Do they not have the same task?

The lullabies I sing of life,

To put the dead to sleep

And the graves you dig for them.

Does it not end us up on the same page?

Are we not on the same mission?

To put to rest a beloved?

The captain and the crew,

Are they not on the same ship?

Are they not on the same voyage?

To reach their destinations safely?

And when the angry billows roll,

And the greedy ocean hungers

And thirsts for life,

Does he gobbles up the captain alone?

The pleading and the crying,

Do they not have same goals,

To affect emotions and

To appeal to sympathy?

Indeed, it’s true,

The sun shines at day

But does that make the moon shirk her duties

And sleep at night?

Don’t they all give humans light?

Agree I also,

That the pen is much lighter than the shovel

But the pain felt at heart,

And the pains felt in the body,

Do they not all reside in the flesh?

Do they all not render the entire being weak?

This world,

This world is an alloy.

A composition of lots of professions and occupations,

To satisfy the wants and needs of humanity.

So before my use is what, you ask,

Yourself remember to ask;

The lines that are parallel on earth,

Do they ever remain parallel in space?

To know our path in life is same

And my use is as equally as same,

As yours you think is.

  But if for pride, you still wish

To unleash your ego on me,

To ask my use is what?

Please, yourself remember to ask again;

The lines that remains parallel on earth,

Will they ever forever remain parallel in space?

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2015

DON BILI VIT

~DON BILI VIT~

...So they say with laughter
Clinking like a bell,
That she is the purpose,
Of my creativity.
That instead of an arrow,
She left a pen in my heart.

That I started becoming creative
After she left me
And that my writings are
Inspired by her departure.

But dear reader, please, don bili vit.
---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2015

I JUST DO

~I JUST DO~

If I placed myself here

Trust me, things would be easier,

Than how they look and seem

And this makes me think-

Think about last time

When you and I ate together,

I looked too shy

And you blazing than the sun.

How I just wanted our hands to meet

For even if I am not destined to have you,

If our hearts are not meant to meet

At least the meeting of our hands

Would not have been a taboo.

And this makes me wish-

Wish that at least if I had place myself here,

If I had placed myself in this...

It would be much easier

To detach myself from this strong feeling.

But it’s not my fault, blame me not,

For I love you and I am sorry I do

Even though you are taken

I just do-I love you.

And this makes me keep doubting

If it’s really true,

That everyone is made for a special someone.

And making me begin to believe and fall for the saying;

That “the ones we love and the one who truly loves us,

Are actually not the same person”

 But if only I placed my myself here,

I think things would have been easier for me-

But I did not, nature did!

I love you, I just do.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2015

THE CHILD YOU LEFT

~THE CHILD YOU LEFT~

The world you left behind has grown old

And since you left

I have prayed,

And I still pray

For him to grow into a gentleman-

A bright one.

The young man you left,

The stubborn world has grown old.

I thought he would change as he advanced in age,

But people hardly change-its true!

That little twat you left behind.

Hoping he grows to be a much better gentle man

Is getting out of hands.

The boy you left is twenty-one,

And I wonder

What sort of world he would be as he wax in age.

The world you left is full of wickedness, hatred

Concupiscence, debauchery,

And all the worst things you could think of as a mother-

And a creator.

I am not sure this is the future you visioned for him.

That beautiful child you left behind,

To be nurtured.

To be a better person to every creature,

Has gotten out of hands.

And we the men of the house have no idea

How to control his attitude for we are not better enough.

For just mere men we are with no clue of a mother’s love.

This wonderful world you made for men

Is growing terribly fast

And he gets me wondering the sort of world

He would be when he turns twenty-two.

I am in doubt-

And not sure even if you knew his destiny

You will delight in his current demeanor.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2015

BEFORE I LEAVE

~BEFORE I LEAVE~

If I wake before I sleep

And die before I wake,

Know that I loved you.

And that I will always do-

Even in my bed of maggots,

With a rotten heart I shall love you more.

If I wave before I say goodbye

With hanging tears that wish never to fall.

If I ever leave without saying I love you,

That I am sorry for all the pains caused you.

That I never wished to hurt you

Not even unintentionally,

Just know that I shall still love you

With my rotten heart.

Even after that vacancy I created in your heart

Is reoccupied and there be no room

For thoughts of me to reside.

For my place is taken by another,

That the little thoughts of me begins

To leach and escape you,

For the powers of a new love begins to fill it

And I cannot help it seeing you,

From the land of the invisible.

I shall be a man enough.

Even when I have lost my residence in your heart,

I shall love you more than I ever did

And my jealous rotten heart

I shall pluck off the chest of my poor soul-

Not out of jealousy but out of my undying love for you

And my back I shall turn on you

With much pain just as when the soul

Evacuated my body-

But not due to jealousy but because

For all I ever wished you was happiness.

So my heart I shall place in my palm

And watch it closely as it beats for you

Out of my jealous soul.

For I cannot sit to watch the torments my poor jealous

Soul shall inflict on this dear heart,

For still beating heavily for you.

For love and jealousy must not reside in one room. 

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2015

LIBERATE ME

~ LIBERATE ME~

It hard to believe,

It’s hard to live,

Yet I'm not allowed to leave.

The frame looks frail;

Bringing painful signals.

Fate seems to be talking beyond his voice

But I read no much meaning in his brags

For my faith still pending.

So pat me on the shoulder,

For I am also your offspring.

I need to be redeemed

And I feel it should be now.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2014

THOUGH MY HEART BLEEDS

~THOUGH MY HEART BLEEDS~

My heart is bleeding

Been a while now

But the blood is deeply oozing

The assaults you committed with

The spikes in your insults

The thorns in your swearing

The sorrows you made me feel.

My heart is bleeding and

My soul is grieving

For why at this stage should we be leaving?

And when told, it harder believing

But your silence is sharper

And its desire to hurt

I’m afraid I can no longer stand.

Your words are bitter

But I want to find ways and make them

Less painful and much sweeter

For you my love,

I always will love.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2015