I DON’T CARE

~I DON’T CARE ~

After my father left.

My mother's love for us,

Grew wings-

And flew away from us.

But if it has found you,

I don't care.

I still love her like God,

Will always love her.

And I don't care

If I don't matter to her,

Like I did.

I don't care anymore; you can have her.

Have her to yourself, and by yourself.

I don't want her anymore.

But I still do care, if you maltreat her.

But I don't care.

---Fampah Coyish---

INDELIBLY YOU AND YOURS

~INDELIBLY YOU AND YOURS~

It's forty-eight hours and over

Yet your perfume still sits domineeringly

Beneath my sweaty armpit.

I can vision

The scent of your Cologne

Will clone me,

Beyond the recognition of noses

That are fond of me.

Why so indelible my dear,

And everything that art thou?

---Fampah Coyish---

THAT TIME

~THAT TIME~

The time we wasted twerking

Was time spared man to improve

The time we wasted on looks

Was the time meant to read wholesome books

The time we wasted doing nothing

That time, that quality time

Was the time borrowed mankind, 

To become something.

---Fampah Coyish---

IT'S A HEART

~IT'S A HEART~

It's a heart-

Not a toy.

You stole my heart,

And now you're playing with it.

Mind you it's a heart,

Mine only heart-

Not a toy.

---Fampah Coyish---

~A NO GOOD HABITAT~

~A NO GOOD HABITAT~

She told me she is sorry

There lies in her a dead sea

That no living thing could survive in her.

Anything that goes in comes afloat!

And no matter how deep my semen may dive

They could never win the race,

That she could not carry my kids

As tadpoles in a pond;

Though under her like any other woman

Sits an often-moist wound that shall never heal

She has no womb like I think she does

For the gravity in her has lost its force-

For as Jupiter, so is the atmosphere

In her womb; no sign of life

Just poisonous gases,

And thick rings of miscarriages

Surrounds her Ovaries

For like Pluto anything that nears freezes

'I'm just a no good Habitat.'

But I said to her:

“Let me dive deep, for even in space

There's hope as men hop on the moon

While the universe around floats!”

---Fampah Coyish---

~INSOMNIA~

Of all my relationships

You have been so tough

Toughest to ever deal with

Sometimes I ponder

And in my pondering I wonder

Where exactly are you from;

Is it India?

O my dear Insomnia!

You are so hard to be with

Yet you and I are still best pals

Remember?

And the more I hate you

The more you tend to love me.

---Fampah Coyish---

~NONE LIKE YOURS~

I have heard

And heard voices

Most sounded like

Rushing water on pebbles

Thundering storm

Whirlwind struggling with trees

Rumbling waves of the sea

Thor striking his anvil

But none sounds like yours;

So distinct, so clear, so audible

So soothing and so bright

As polished gold

And oh,

Think not this as flattery

But as reality

Revealed in poetry.

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2017

~THOSE WORDS~

Thinking of the words

The word

That word you spoke

The very one that cuts

Through butter with ease

Oh, they make me feel lazy

And want to just listen.

---Fampah Coyish---

~JEALOUS~

Talking to you

Follows thinking of you.

You are very contagious;

And of him who has you

I so much jealous.

---Fampah Coyish---

~ TILL MY WORK IS DONE ~

Hang on in there, never let off your hopes

For your cravings I come to satisfy

As I bisect you into two, leaving you

With no angles-

Just parallel lines!

Then lick you up like an ice cream

Right inside your soft walled cone

Sweat upon sweat

Drop upon drop;

And tickle you with my tongue

In my asking for more like Oliver Twist

Till all within you gush out as a fountain on squirt

While beneath me you quake to erupt,

I shall rock you as a boat

On an unsteady raging water.

Hold on in there,

Pretty chubby angel

With lubricated lips

And tongue stuck out

For I come to slit you into two unequal parts

With my discharging ball point pen

Dripping my ink in you like morning dew

Till you open your petals as a sunflower

Embracing the warm rays of my ink

Into the whorls of the soul of your ovaries.

Hold on in there, though much time seem wasted

But hold on in there with your wet self

For I come to prepare a place,

Where the wasted time would not count;

I come with good tidings,

One that will pamper you deep to pain

As my strong lullabitic rhymes of thrusts,

Flow in decent diminuendos

Releasing all that I have got left on my anchor deep

Till you explode into inconsolable moans,  unpardonable ones!

Leaving you panting like a hunt dog,

Agape as a crocodile drinking fresh air.

---Fampah Coyish---