HUNTED

He said she was beautiful

He was obsessed with her beauty

Her beauty was his sunshine

Her skin

The feel of silk

Her lips

Full and pink

Her eyes

Huge and alluring

Her legs

Long and spotless

Her bosom

Heavy and young

Her poise

Elegant and confident

She was his dream girl

He dreamed of her each night

And daydreamed about her each day

She was like a mirage

Real to his eyes yet unreal to his hunger

She was everyman’s dream

She was beautiful…yes!

She knew it

Her beauty was captivating

She was aware they all wanted her

Her charm was rare and magnetic

She saw them drool as they stared

And she secretly loved the attention

It all was a cliché to her

But little did they know of her pains

Her unending sorrow

The pains that kept her awake every night

The memories that made her roar in agony

The shadow that lurked in the dark

The figure that prodded her delicate being

She wished they could see the horror

She wished she could be free from these chains

These invisible chains…these shackles

Oh who would rescue her!

She whispered to herself each time they stared

But no one knew the true tale

For she was HUNTED

By Sylvia Chika

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© SylviaChika 2013

THE NEXT VILLAGE DANCER

With one sweep

With one strike

With one step he raised dust

Glistening in the sun

Muscles flexing

Causing ripples as his toned abdomen sways

All man!

All handsomeness

The crowd cheers

He perspires

Sweat dripping from his dusty skin

His loincloth flips and sways

The young maidens blush

The male folk watch in admiration

He knew he had won their hearts

The beat of the talking drum intensified

His body produces more adrenaline

The sweat from his eyebrows blinded his determined eyes

This was the dance for a trophy

He was now the last man standing in the contest

He knew he was the next Village Dancer

He was going to be famous and rich

And he was ready for it all

By Sylvia Chika

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© SylviaChika 2013

FUN AND GAMES

You are so different

We don’t rhyme

We fight quite often

We love sometimes

You look so pale

I look so hale

I smile my smile

Just for a while

I’m different

We are friends

We play all day

My candies I share

I invite…I offer

You decline

I listen to what you say

Babble babble babble

Where are you?

Hey you!

I want to play

Cos I’ve got a lot of time to spare

Time for our games

I’m ready

You are ready

Off we go!

You beckon

“Come on!”

“It’s time to play”

Along the sea

We build our castles

It’s wet

It’s set

Time for fun!

Good night…Goodbye!

I shut my door

And up to the sky

My final glance

Goodnight…Goodbye

My dearest friend

And tomorrow

We’ll play again!

By Sylvia Chika

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© SylviaChika 2012

...in few words

Bitterness

Guilt

Anger

Filth

Sorrow

Tears

Regrets

Flight

Questions asked

Answers far

Uncertain

Nay

Why

Cry

Confusion

Lay

Tears

Sorrow

Filth

Pass-by

A frown

I stare

Ok

Maybe

It’s time to rest

My best I’ve done

All these years!

By Sylvia Chika

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UNCONSCIOUS DRIFT

Help!

My mind is higgledy-piggledy

My thoughts are running wild

Wild with no control

And I can’t calm myself

I’m on the edge

Yet there is no choice to jump

I’m just standing at the edge of the cliff

And looking down at the haze

If I go back, I’ll face my “past” again

But if I jump, I’ll face my “future”

Yet I can’t jump

So I just stand there

With thoughts so crazy

Crazy crazy thoughts

I just stand there and drink-in my “present”

What a mess!

What a stationary mess!

I look up and stare at the clouds above

They seem so close and pure

I lift my hands to touch them

But the disappointment of reality hits me

I put my hands on my chest to feel my heart beat

It is beating really fast like my thoughts

The thumps so fast!

The thumps so hard!

My heart beats fast!

Spinning thoughts!

A racing heart!

I look down again

Below the cliff

But the haze I see no more

My traffic of thoughts accelerating

As the view below me clears

I see my future

So clear!

So there!

I shudder as the wind caresses my skin

And I finally make the decision

The decision to change my situation

To make a move

To embrace my future

So I leap into the yonder below me

I feel the sweet joy of my future

But yet the fear of crashing engulfs me

And then I wake

My bed so soaked

My clothes so drenched

I look around in confusion

It was all a dream!

A substance-induced dream

What substance?

What happened?

Answers I do not have…

The many questions probing my conscience

My eyes feel so heavy

I close them gently

And drift again in sleep

By Sylvia Chika

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