The colour Purple

Purple marks, purple bruises on her being
Every time I left home for school
Arguments, loud whispers, silent noises

Horrible names flying across our heads
Like a missile; at one known target

A time when two siblings are lost
to the irresistibly beautiful claws of death
Siblings you never got to see

No paper for food
not even one meal made from the cheapest food items

A moment without peace

Rumors about his other woman
Rumors about his other children
Like bees drawn to the sweet smiling flowers
just wouldn't disappear

What about his other her
Or is it the same her
The one who he sent to medical school in England

Threats of divorce,
Sibling rivalry,
Innnocent incest

but the one i remember most is
The purple bruises on her being
The bruises that though are not there physically
but everytime I hear her voice or see her, they are there.

Hunting me.

a death notice.

"I am really getting fed up. There is no way I can survuve all these duistractions. The stress is just unbearable. Don't you people pity someone?"

When a polyglot and former English professor makes two spelling mistakes in one sentence;
Please be very afraid.
When a father who is your idea of strength can't survive distraction;
Oh be terrified.

Be as afraid as I am right now.
Let the tears spill on the oak floorboard.
Please your tears do not hoard.
Cry like a baby
forget that you are becoming a lady.

Then think,
Think of his family members and how they would love for him to go.
Think of how your going to school bruised there ego.
Think of all the time that sending your mum away was there plot
So that they could have all her lot.

The lot that she worked for.
How will she take care of her own four.
Then I remember that she has another three
And she for our feed she doesn't have a tree.

When your father sends you a note like that.
Let your heart ache.
When you get an quick death notice
please do something fast.

Never mind that you are 16 flight hours away from him.
Pick up the phone and call.
Pace until your legs cannot carry you and you fall.
Cause it might be the only reason he decides to stall.

un moyen de rester miserable

you mess up
you mess up
you almost spoil what we know as us.

Yes I thought about punishing you.
I thought up horrible ways to make you suffer

but while thinking about the ways to make you suffer
I was suffering
Pining, burning and perishing

And then I think about it, about us.
And wonder, is revenge worth making us suffer,
Making our lives miserable.

WHen you are sad, I burn.
When you frown, I pine to see you smile.
When you are miserble I perish.

Then, I knew you messed up,
I knew it would be hard to just forget about it,
But I tried to make it work.
Cause I knew we are worth the hard work.
I still know that we are worth the work.

I am not promising that either of us won't do anything stupid.
I know we will.
I am not promising I wont hurt you.
Cause I probably will, worse than the time before.

But that is what Love is about.
Being able suffer for someone else.
Not being able to walk away when you are tired,
Just because you know your other half will suffer.

Loving is smiling just to make the other one smile,
Although you are pining, burning and perishing.

I am sorry.