Favorkhaoya

I had a bad day today. I knew a call from you would fix that, That's why hours on end on days like this  I look at my phone with anticipation  I know it's not so much  But It would have felt like once more , A million little shining starts had aligned And I would have be so happy But the call never came  And it took everything in me not to call you I have wanted to call for a while now,  Not to tell you I miss you But my body and spirit know I do They remind me so when the night gets quite eerily  I remember that I can't call you like I used to , But i want to hear your voice  The voice that calmed my storms and awakened my butterflies And it took everything in me not to call you  The thought of you and I is something we have both left in the past, But I wanna take the shovel and dig you back up  To tell you Adele's "someone like you" is my new favorite song. Maybe that way you will understand that for me it's not over  And i...

 I wonder what you are trying to achieve , The random poignant texts of apologies. You say you are sorry for what you did , Buy hey you ,allow me to ask , When you say you're sorry for breaking my heart , What am I supposed to forgive you for?  .Breaking my heart or the whole life of perfection shattered. It only paints me as a monster for not accepting it as reason enough, Sorry does not fix a broken heart So even when you say you're sorry  Sorry for breaking your promises , And your words make a scene in my inbox , I can't go back to the time you made me happy for a while , The memories mean nothing when I know you do not think of me as I do you , Here is the thing, you broke your promises and broke my heart, the memories just serve as a reminder that break me  Sorry doesn't fix a broken heart For all the nights I cried myself to sleep Tried so hard to be a live a day after another. For all the mornings I picked myself up after a sleepless night For al...

 DAY 90 It's day 90 They say you see progress after 90 days  Be it working out or healing a broken heart But I can still feel the overwhelming consuming pain It's day 90, why do I feel like it's been 9 years progressing at rate 0?  I was scrolling through my phone , I met the quote "We are captives of our own identities, living in prisons of our own creation ." It reminded me of you  It was the first intimate conversation we had  It's day 90, why do I still remember our first conversation?? Funny,it was part of our last conversation You said your life was complicated  I knew you were about to break me when you said you never intended to hurt me , Because you did not mean to break my heart , Doesn't mean I don't feel the pain of my soul crashing The weight of my whole being bowing with burden For 90 days ,I have thought , About the complication you created and called your life. And worse,how you dragged me into it  It's day 90, why am I ...

Hi guys,,,, It has been a minute since I posted here. Well, I have been completing HAZE . The post I started writing on 17th November 2020.  A poem couldn't capture everything that was pouring out of my heart at that moment and every single time after that great epiphany. So I wrote a book . It's quite the dream book; A story line of love , friendship, family , betrayal ,loss and many more themes. It has a touch of poetry , creativity and a little bit of song. I am pretty sure you will be thrilled reading it. It's uploaded on Wattpad and booknet. https://booknet.com/book/358194 https://www.wattpad.com/story/283696411?utm_source=android&utm_medium=whatsapp&utm_content=share_reading&wp_page=reading_part_end&wp_uname=FavorKhaoya&wp_originator=em4YcMm2eJRBIzJwn7EChnfYoLtKHEJOtBr%2Bny%2FY75Ebkrl4lyISBkKUqBcDVBz5RImEnkVBGESWW7WrYhVrCVi%2FZ6Eqz4ubuRbOOkn6xmheAUr1zqwPfuR2N8ntmwon And now I am back to poetry...shall we pick up from where we left?? By Favor Khaoya...

AT THE BRINK,,,, I had been standing over the window for quite some time now .My mood was pensive and I was somewhat greatful that I turned down the family dinner.I was tired of yet another episode of showing face just to have beautiful pictures for Instagram. Exhausted of practicing our 'Wilson smile';something mother has inculcated in us since we learnt how to say her name. We had one mantra in the family that she tried religiously to make us uphold. "A Wilson is the same, inside and outside ." Although thinking back right now,I think a Wilson is a pretender inside and outside.Our parents were going through a messy divorce .But they still had to hold hands as they went out in public because they had to save face .As soon as they arrived in the house,they would sanitize as though each other's arms contained something lethal. What followed after that was a trail of insults and blamegames that still irritate my ears even after they were gone. It was cold outside....

When I was about three years old ,I used to watch my sister go to school and I would cry .There was nothing in the world I wanted more than going with her.I mean ,a place with a bunch of kids ,play ground ,toys and porridge ;does it get any better ?I kept dreaming of it like a scene from a movie that every lover waits for or a passage in a book that every reader waits for as it's the key to unknown happiness or plot twist . My parents somehow managed to curb my curiosity and love for school until I was off age . School was not exactly what I dreamt it would be like but I most definitely enjoyed being their.From the onset,I made friends and became some sort of "ring leader".I called the shots and everyone in my squad was at my beck and call.The sun rose and set at my feet and they worshipped me for that .With groundnuts and crisps and Mandazi's,it was not so hard to set foot on my throne and ensure it was stable.I never took that for granted though ,for I wasn't su...