afia khalia

Looking at a picture of me, I can't help but to see a stranger. A stranger that I am very interested in getting to know. I see her and she's beautiful, yet I am not her and she is not me. She is the body that I wear when I want to be seen. The face that I use to reflect on and off of. But she is not me, I am something more! I am at best description formless. I can come and go as I please! She is but a slave to me. Something I use to experience things in different ways. At best! a game I play to ...

A spirit without a body
Thots without a plan
decisions without resolve


pain without a cause
tears without emotions

love without trust
sex with no connection
contact without a touch

sight without visions
nerves without feelings
Intentions without manifestation

FORMLESS!!!

What can I say?
I want you like a good habit!
I need you like the pupils in my eyes,
it’s the little
things.

What can I say?
I got passion for you!

I see myself in your arms after a long day.
I want to be your inspiration for play.
Your hard work
on a good
Day.

Your release like a massage!
Your Chi energy!

The thot that makes
all other thots
make sense.

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Originally Posted by lia

MEKYEA WO! THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR RESPONSES! THE POETRY NIGHT WILL START DEC 2, 2011 @5PM PST. I LOOK FORWARD TO HEARING AND SHARING WITH YOU ALL. PLEASE SPREAD THE WORD!!!!

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My first night in Ghana and I can't sleep. Old poems I have written keep asking me to speak. As if this is where they want to be, here in Afika! The origin of my speech, the beginning of my thoughts. The start of my joys and pains. Its as if my brain recognize the air I now breathe and my eyes the sky I see. Or could it be that this place simply recognizes me. The who and what I am but just don't remember. Oh how I want to know the curves of me and the words I use to speak. Afrika, this is me! 54 ...