Linuskirwa

The dark

I claim to be a writer. Yet I sit idly where I sit, Breathing feeling like a heavy burden, Weighing on my shoulders, Boulders. I am glass. Intangible, invisible. Not hiding in the corners, Not lurking in the dark, Just existing. Just existing. Have always been, Almost, I suppose. I said I love the dark. Not because I see the light, Perhaps light is what we always seek. But I, 'Twas the moon I s…

Feb 04

The moon and her.

Jan 22

I smiled bitterly and answered, I did not just compare you. For a moment, I forgot about you. Once in a long while, I couldn't think about how mesmerizing the sky is, whenever you glow, staring down at us with so much grace. I was swinging from a chandelier, attached to nothing, Just gravity and atmosphere holding me. I always knew I couldn’t get to you, and I had her. I never knew we could gro…
The nun

Jan 21

Do hearts lie? Because I can hear mine cry, for the forbidden ties it must form, and her call she must forsake. Like a parrot that just learned to vocalize, my heart sings of serenades, a forbidden song to my heart, for she was never to be deflowered. She has blossomed now, and her garden is full of butterflies, and this time, she hopes her heart never lies, because if hearts do lie, she could n…
A boy in grey

Jan 20

I’ve been watching him for a while now, And I ask myself, What does he think the world is made of? He holds a knife between his fingers, tries to sharpen a stick. but it vanishes before he realizes it. He throws it away and leans against the wall. ‎ He strikes the wall with the knife, carving some kind of note. music only the wall could know. soft yet rough, like the hum of a giant who forgot abo…
The society

Jan 20

They say literature is the mirror of society. Perhaps kids are. I developed this fondness of watching kids play, And fight and talk and scream out madness, And in their madness, I saw the society. I have been watching them play. And dance to the silent, wheezing songs of the wind, And waltz in the rain as the rain pours out on them. Thunder cheering and lightning taking snapshots. And in their p…
Hope

Jan 17

The night was dark and cold, But we wore courage, bold. Our sight blurred, yet we still cared, And holding on, we dared. The night was dark and full of terror, Every corner heavy with fear,but our minds still learned to hope, clinging to it like a final gate to heaven, for in the dark,no safe haven appeared. The night was dark and cold, the lights were dead, but our hope refused to fold. Linus K…

The dark

The moon and her.

The nun

A boy in grey

The society

Hope