The Soul Of Solomon

Don't do drugs.... that's what my parents told me Still tell it to me till this day... they aren't good for you.... they will fuck you up, and that's a fact I know.... But you know what's the worst thing they did.. they didn't warn me about this drug called love. they never told me that it comes in like a cool breeze.. promising to ease your aches and soothe your pains.. promising to end the lonely days and light up the dark corners.. lifting you up to float in the clouds......... only to drop you at the highest point of it all I don't want to blame anyone.. for even I cannot control who I love. but I just wish it didn't hurt this bad.... to wake up to a cruel dark reality without your smile to light it up... to listen to your voice notes and wince at your lovely giggles as they stab through me like arrows.... to pass by you in the hallways and pretend that we are strangers.... yet how can I go back to being strangers with one who has seen my soul... the...

Would it make a difference If I said I liked you, would it make a difference if I said I loved you, would it make a difference if my unspoken love for you rang louder than all the 'i really like you's I'd ever utter, would it make a difference if I set myself on fire just to keep you warm, would it make a difference if I told you that seeing you smile did more good for my pain than all the meds in the world, would it make any difference if I told you all that I did, all that I can do, all that I will do to make you happy, would it make any difference if I wrote you all the words my heart recites when I talk to you, beating a desperate rhythm of 'i love you's, would you look at me any different if I told you how much of my mind isn't mine anymore since you took up residence in it, Would it be any different if I told you that I want you more than any blue sky, in this wild stormy world of emotions, would it make a difference if I told you that I wanted to measure ...

I have a mirror  I look at it every morning I hope the mirror shows me what I want to see But the mirror does not lie It shows me my pain and insecurities I hate the mirror  I cannot lie to it  I force a smile wishing to bribe what I see  The mirror has refused to believe my lie  I look at my sorrow filled eyes  How can I change it  I make the eyes bigger and smaller The mirror has refused  The mirror is my only friend  It tells me the truth  It sees pain no one else can  The mirror has dried my tears  Tears no one else was trusted to see. I smile one last time at the mirror  For it is my only friend  And off I go to the field of lies  My friends are nice  But they do not see what the mirror sees They believe my smile They don't see my sorrow  But how can they  When they are also hiding  How they feel  I don't know why we hide  Behind our smiles is pain In our eyes lies sorrow Why do...

There is this phone I want... wanted.. I mean need, it has a skin... I mean screen, clear and smooth, It has, I mean she has wonderful curves and edges, the sound she has, I mean it.... has, is a melody I could listen too all day, any day, I keep photos of her, sorry... I mean the phone in my mind all the time, I see the object of my desire before me, so close yet still so far away, like a child going past a candy store, I throw a wistful look every time I go by, knowing deep down that I might never have her... I mean it.... the phone in my hands, so instead, I write these confused letters to myself, hoping that somehow I'll get a little closer, I tell myself that if I work a little harder, a little longer I might get her, I mean it in the future, Someday, someway, like Westlife used to sing, but I'll wait all the same,  anyway, thanks for listening to me talk about her.... I mean it, the phone... I think, Wait..... what were we talking about again??

She hides her smile, like a treasure, it must be found, but if it means that I have to swim through the darkest days, and dig through pieces of a broken heart, I will gladly do so, if only to see it once more, and feel them again, The Butterflies, As her smile makes all my troubles flutter by.

I wake up in a valley Pieces of a heart scattered all around me Walk around, pick the pieces up and try to glue them back together Then I see her, her light beckons to me And I'm pulled in like a moth to a flame She holds my hand and leads me up a mountain.... Feels a bit familiar But the euphoria I feel when she's around dumbs all my logic I forget where I started from... I don't even care to know why I was there Up the mountain we go... Her gentle smile and alluring perfume promise a rest from the pain Closer we get to the top and then she lets go of my hand... I scramble to catch up to her She giggles at my puny attempts But I know no way down So onwards I go... Though I'm getting the dreadful feeling that I've been here before I reach the top... And there she is in all her elegance My logic screams at me not to go closer But I've lost all sense of reason... So closer I go I reach for her hand but she pulls away... Tells me to close my eyes and I do so... I w...

Hi there, welcome to my blog. My name is Sekamatte Soul Solomon. I'm a computer science student at Uganda Christian University Mukono. This is a bit of a mind space for me, but mostly a place I can write about what's on my mind at the moment. I mostly prefer to write poetry, and it's based off things I experience daily. I hope you enjoy the read.Feel free to leave a comment.  Thanks 😁