Bereft

there's nothing like
life I own
bereft of breath
death my friend
pulled up stakes
's deck's stir
it breezes still
beneath my heart
blaze's hot
as hell's laughter
what speaks the eyes
is menacing x-rays
cold as the sun
sting to the soul
but sour as honey
words are clichés
I put make up on
to reflect my pose
now I dance
like I'm nothing
and sing like
I am everything

Thrill

I’m awake as the night itself

Reading’s but of atomic help

Wind races past the time

To blow me back in frame

I can definitely use me

In destroying love afire

Death thrills, life kills

It takes weakness to unveil

Words blurred by tears

Smear heart and the future

Eyes redden with clock ticks

As the night crawls to eternity

It costs the spirit living free

Inhales are Master’s snapshots

Exhales (sour gospel to swallow)

Are infernals’ Do Re Mi Fa Sol

It’s contemptuous dancing alone

Lights fighting besides the bed

Dreams tempt everlasting sleeps

Sleeps I never sleep when asleep

Fate reads me like authorless novel

To spit out enlivening chapters

And beguile me with brief quotations

From last moment we were together

My Trip to Heaven

what will I write

never written before life

is there any song

never been sung

I walk every evening

in silence to heaven

to pay my daily visit

my soul bathe in mist

still get dirt of time

now that I but live

have lost all to gain

gained all to lose

but yet know not

last moment I lived

I wake up early

to witness the yielding

of daylight to the nightfall

there, right there, I know

sunrise wait two nights

there, I willingly die not once

my favorite kind of music

do nothing but to hate me back

the arrow-like feelings

narrow to the heart not the mind

ache the nights more than the thoughts

my life, backwards, strides

to the death date joy-fest

my light quenches with clock-tick

one step at a breath, we go

me and the shadow, in darkness

not forgetting them I met

but never happen to recognize

or at least, to remember before

now that my life is tied on words

them I either write or recite to the self

I sing my heart out to the unknown

and sigh the past's unfairness

but do nothing but to sooth the spirit

with people and poetry

I write but never read

PS: On Monday 1st of August it will be my 23rd birthday and it is on my birthday that my New Year begins with new goals for coming year and a glance backwards for my achievements and failures for the past year. As a matter of fact, I want my 23rd year to be a year of writing more than ever. So as a result, from Monday on, I'll be posting here daily.

My book is still available on Lulu in case you haven't got it yet, you can get it here. 

It would be a nice birthday present though!

I Shouldn't

I shouldn't be here
blowing my room's curtains up
with dead breeze of my voice
waiting for the clock to stop
I shouldn't be dancing to my insanity
pretending not to care
every morning born
bed knows me never
like wild thoughts
locked in lucid jar
I shouldn't be free
things I shouldn't know
life I shouldn't swallow
all are my rivals
teach me but to live
free the soul to lead
unchain the heart to see
tomorrow from yesterday



PS: I  apologize for the failure of posting last Saturday due to being over-scheduled by my book I had to revise (as it was requested by my publisher, Lulu) and other deadline I was about to meet that I didn't get adequate time to dedicate myself both to writing something and to be available online.
My book is now ready, and if you haven't a copy yet, get it here

"Heart a Poet Cannot Tell" Now Published

I'm very delighted to share with you my first poetry book "Heart a Poet Cannot Tell".
It's been a long journey of writing and rewriting day and night (for almost a year) but now my work and my effort are not at all wasted.
As I have mentioned in previous posts, the book contain One Hundred poems collected from other many more I've been writing since considering myself a poet. I gave it a lot of time and attention (in fact, I gave it all of myself) and I'm very proud to have it finally and the way it is.
It is currently available only in eBook format on Lulu.com and will very soon be available on other online book stores (and print copies of course).

Get a copy at http://www.lulu.com/shop/nizeyimana-fabrice/heart-a-poet-cannot-tell/ebook/product-22792896.html only at 1.99$ and don't forget to give it a review and to share it with a friend or two.

Thank you!

Haunting Drawing

Draw my heart 

On walls of your room

It'll haunt with flowers

At night

Before falling asleep

Mount my name

So quiet to hear

I'll stop by at dawn

With sunrise in lyrics

I am cold and bare

And quiver for you 

Not being there

If I was to play again

With the youth of my state

I bet this pain

I'd sing it only in tale

I cling to the heaven

Your lips may offer

Not forgetting your eyes

Damn, what you gave me

Met your apathy

To kill me

To keep me alive

Effectively

And silently

P.S: I am over excited to share with you this beautiful and artistic official cover of my book.

It was designed by Sammy Lionel.

For You

Last night alone

Was like reading poetry

Leading life where

It is never too late

Your smile broadened lately

You stood harsh times

Your children, we died

With you

For you

It is in centuries you were born

Fifty-four you live

And only twenty-two alive

You rose with heavenly sun

From West to East

Never again will you cry

Your children, we will cry

With you

For you

I Should Have

I arose early this morning

In an abyss remorse

Of what I should’ve done

When you were around

When I was chasing after the wind

I should’ve stopped by your station

Only to say hello to your lone spirit

And when I was climbing

A dead-end tower to the top

I should’ve opened my blind eyes

Only to see that you were beneath

When I was buried

In the fantasy of my room alive

I should’ve opened my window

At least to let the light inside

And when I was a selfish Emperor

I should’ve opened my world

At least to let new born

When I heard an imploring knock

I should have hurried to the door

And open it before it was too late

And when you came by my side sobbing

I shouldn’t’ve undone my sword’s cane

Only to let your wound heal first

When you waved your hands

Helplessly sinking in my sea

I should’ve stopped my ship

To save you before expiring

And when you showed up

From other side of the road

I should’ve lowered down

My spaceship and let you in

When you appealed

I should’ve opened my book

To your favorite chapter

And when your heart

Was haunted with despair

I should’ve showed up from corner

For your smile to arise again

Now I stand alone in my universe

For my stupidity exceeded reality

And heart is reciting nonsense verse

Of what I should’ve done in past

(Apology of Not Posting)

It is my heartfelt duty to present my reason of spending two consecutive Saturdays without posting anything.
From 9th June, I've been seriously sick that I couldn't make it either to write anything new, or to stand anything with so much light like phone and computer screen therefore I had to wait my full recovery.
I will resume posting again this coming Saturday on 25th and I'm looking forward to hear from you again.
Oh, I hope your calendars are still marked 18th of July. Nothing has changed to the publication of Heart a Poet Cannot Tell.

Love!

Mark July 18th

“Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back.

Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.” ─Plato

Poetry is merely not only words written on a sheet of paper, in books or anywhere else but also clouds of feelings forming in heart and mind and ready to split out at anytime, anywhere and everywhere.

It has been raining in my world, too,before even my birth and I fell for words and with words and now I understand that I am for poetry and poetry is for me. Poetry has been my safe haven and best companion and I write to retrieve a part of me pecked.

You’ve probably been seeing hashtag #markjuly18^th and wondered what it is all about, what will happen on July 18^th, and so on.

In order for my poems to be archived, on July 18^th I will self-publish my first poetry book in form of e-book. My book will be titled Heart a Poet Cannot tell and will consist a collection of my hundred best poems,few of which are published on my blog while others (a large pile of them) are not published anywhere else apart from my journals and of course on my heart (reading it will exactly be as penetrating in my heart, in my life, and in my feelings by how I tried to polish them with words and looking the surroundings through my eyes).

I titled it that way because I believe that there is nothing really a poet can’t tell, and when I found one, I thought it was worth treasuring in a book for generations to come.

I hope you will love it as much as I do and will allow me to know what your thoughts will be about it. Therefore, please mark July 18^th, 2016 on your calendars so you won’t forget.

I can’t put it in words how excited and eager I am to share my lifetime dream with you.

Shalom!

Millions and Uncountable

relationships do not last
or love simply does not exist
at all
when I think of it
every call to attempt
déjà vu
I keep looping about
back and forth,
just like that
round in spiral
I'm going to die immortal

in every breath swallowed
molecules of you are millions and
uncountable
like stars of the ocean
I wake up with passion
every morning
and die of keenness
omitting some pages
at night
when I dream about you
time jumps to two

Canvas of Heavens

In an empty room, nakedness on walls
I stand staring out of the sky and the doors
No sun’s in sight
To brighten the night

By closing the eyes I see not nothing but a figure
Drawn on a canvas of heavens I picture
Given are praises
Risen aren't praises

Walking alone through the time and the past
I and my mind are not aware of what happened at last
Missed is sleeping
Felt is another thing

I keep myself on track of life I’m not living
Like a painter with painting, I am with writing
Felt is something
Known is nothing

I do not write in my journal or about my hobbies
Instead on walls with no clothes on their bodies
But I love to write
What I cannot split

Throwing Stones To the Stars

We forget sleeping
at innocent nights
throwing stones to the stars
oh, how did I miss but not life
they fall back down
to us
we hold them firm
in our palms
glowing
reciting our hearts
in songs
burning
moon gazes in our favor
young and beautiful
than ever
she, smiling
I, dying
in her grasp
I sip to life

Steps

steps so brief
time to crossing
waits on pedal point
point of staying
depends on stable pacing
arms in air whirl
silence dies
before being heard

Silent Ocean

It's out of kindness not to mention
aura of obscurity in silent ocean
with bottom as a bed of skeptic devotion
and staying optimistic as brilliant notation

I cannot well remember she having breasts
but for beats that drum in her chest
world and its tender sun are out of request
only life her eyes and smile manifest

loving and pretending are not to regret
but fearing none and all that frustrate
while living (life to contemplate)
in mind that nothing can interpret

My Last

Your name
Was my last word
I mouthed
Before parting the world

Your scent
Was my last smell
I sniffed
Before losing my olfactory

Your face
Was the last view
I saw
Before losing my sight

Your image
Was my last memory
I had
Before my deathless swoon

Your smile
Was my last wish
I made
Before I perish

Your love

Was my last bite

I swallowed

Before I die

Night Is Long

In one blink

Cloud covers the moon

While night is creeping

Cautiously as thirsty mosquito

I sit on the edge of my bed

And mouth my prayer aloud

Sun is forgotten

Like blur moments of youth

Or old memories of my exes

Them I took only for granted

When they could even sleep in couch

I close my damp eyes for a second

My candles gently snuff out one at time

Night is long

So long as depthless road

Or that deathless awkward agony

You have to live with anyways

I stand up on my single foot

A quick ache put me back down

I try to stand up again

Trying hard to stand on my bare feet

Coldness of the ground on my flesh burning

Warm breeze in my ear hissing

I look out through my open window

If there is any obvious gesture of tomorrow

I step out of my haven

Stars twinkling high up in heaven

Nightingale chanting as Lucifer

Soulful angelic song of joy-fest

*Posting Break*

From 7th to 14th April,2016, I'll have a "Posting Break" as it will be a week of commemorating Tutsi who lost their lives in 1994 Genocide against Tutsi in Rwanda.
This will lead on going one Saturday without posting (on 9th April) and I'll resume posting on 16th of April.
Let's all together fight Genocide Ideologies!

Kill The Night

Where are you sun?

Where have you gone?

Will you ever come back?

Night is long and frightening

Sky moonless and achingly dark

Only stars above are twinkling

I can only hear my beating

In my anxious thought

And singing of night birds

I can see the shadow of my mind

Alone in my precarious vault

And the horror of your absence

Why can’t we have a talk?

Us alone at the café

And see if we can talk it out

Why have you abandoned me?

Why can’t you show up?

I’m talking to you, sun

Why can’t you see fear in my eyes?

Why can’t you feel tears in my ducts?

Why can’t you hear silence of my heart?

My heart is terrified with vibe of anxiety

While eyes can testify blind of blackness

You were once here but now you are gone

You’ve now became a memory

A wishful thinking fills our mind

That you’ll again show up

And you’ll beautify the dawn

Other countless suns can’t help

They faintly pretend to shine

But they only can see so near

I wish you were at least here

I wish you were here day and night

Only your warmth touches the bare

Your rays dig deep down under bed

Why can’t your availability last?

Just a little bit longer

Long enough to offer stability

I know I’m being too selfish

Yes, I’m selfish; you should know that too

Here’s my request as a poet

Steal the past all your light

And kill the night

Please kill the night, sun

Take back your throne it took

Kiss My Cheek

Hug my sculpture

Spread your spirit

Through its flesh

To animate me again

Hold my hand

Firm as pillar

Let it not slip

Off this mountain

Whisper in my ear

Your favorite song

To my bare soul

For smile resumption

Eat my lips

Enjoy your prey

Send my eye

In deep sleep

Write a song

A soulful song

Sing it aloud

For my joy-fest

Kiss my cheek

Lick my tears

Perfect tears

Shed on it

Move your fingers

Along my body

Calm my fever

Cool my temper

Touch my hair

Feel them glassy

Touch my fur

Feel them healthy

Stick your eyes

On my flame

Let my mouth

Grow smiley

One Million Pieces

Dusk after raining

Day was dying

Night dawning

While I was drowning

I saw myself in motion

Falling like autumn leaf

From sky down on earth

For she was just beneath

She was standing static

Arms folded in her chest

Her wavy hair waving about

Her mind watching me dropping

My heart hit the ground

Broke in one million pieces

And covered the atmosphere

Wholly for her to smell it

She turned away from me

Leaving me starving

From her selfishness

That buried me alive

I got up, head off

Followed her path

Until I saw her embracing

Another guy

He was strong and tall

Like Cypress tree of fall

And calm like dead volcano

Also charming like grasses

He held her in his sleeves

Muscles tightening her close

I cried a sea for that scene

And I can vividly bring it back

She was broadly smiling

Obvious complete gaiety

All over her heart and soul

The way I hadn’t seen before

Heart drummed hard in my chest

Wet eyes rolling around

Finding any spot to stare at

Unfortunately, she was everywhere

Son Of The Sun

I’m son of the Sun

I’m son of the Moon

I sit by my Father by day

And blaze with Mother at night

Stars are my siblings

Sky is my playground

Clouds are my playing toys

I chase when I’m all alone

In the kingdom of light

My father crowned me Prince

And gave me his golden sword

That chases darkness away

Universe is my castle

World is the bed of my beauty

And the whole space is my place

Because I’m son of the sun

Past Was Once Present

Days quickly passes by
Time doesn't have to wait
I have decided on to stay
In the past with my bait

with breakups to remember
love left hung in the air
and joyous memories will serve forever
past treasures precious in its store

I once owned a place in heaven
now history has to be read in books
for I've been chased out of my Eden
with present that brought its look

I wonder what tomorrow will bring
love, trust or despair
or if my heart will re-gain its spring
I'll have to sit and just stare

If I could have the power
to decide on life after death
I wouldn't blossom my flower
for past pecked all my youth

what is there left to live for?
when heart still haunts for its home
that was flooded by that summer call
I can't even now tell where it came from

I hate to admit mind's innocence
like of a little child who's learning to walk
heart was stupid enough to the presence
of echoes from millions of balks

What Is Love

Like floating clouds,
in my mind.
My universe is drawn
on a piece of my heart
fingerprints
on her pencil
left unerasable
love is left untouchable
hung
on the last top of trees
bouncing as a swing
with kids
blissfully playful
to you
what is love?
how do you explain it?
to me, it is different
it is her name
she,
I was born to live with
to die for
she intrudingly touched my life
the way no one else
have ever did
or probably
will ever do

Apology Of Not Posting

Hello! It's been about three weeks without posting anything new based on my health conditions.
I've been seriously sick for about two weeks which resulted in not writing nor posting as I've mentioned.
I'm now fully recovering and I'll start posting again on 29th of this month! I'm eagerly looking forward to share with you my latest poems I'm writing during my recovery!
I again apologize for my absence but it wasn't my choice.
Keep yourselves having great times.
Shalom

I'll Steal The Past

One day

I’ll go back in time

And steal the past

I’ll steal the past

My jolly youth

It has stored

I’ll steal my smile

It has jailed

A life sentence

I’ll steal the past

My romance

It has mopped

All my strengths

It held captive

I’ll steal them

All the love

I was shown

He kept it to him

I’ll break in your house

And steal all my moments

You hid my mind

I’ll steal the past

All my happiness

He snatched my heart

Oh, the past

You are idling the treasure

That is scarce today

You have my love

You have my dreams

I’ll steal you for sure

I’ll steal you past

All people I loved

And peace we owned

I’ll steal you the jewelries

And fill you with the miseries

For now and tomorrow

I’ll steal you children

And all the parents

You took from us

I’ll steal you past

For future, because

I’ll steal the future too

I’ll steal you

And leave you

Alone with misery

Sweet Life

The first time we met

You told me your name

Again I saved another date

Since I lost my old flame

Then we had a talk

That seemed to last

And we took a walk

That buried my past

Next time we hugged

Letting our furs to stick

Since then on we vowed

Lasting along as our pick

The following day we kissed

Sending our eyes in deep sleep

The fear I had before vanished

Then I held you up in my sleeve

At last we felt in love

Forever for eternity

At least we stand lone

With love like trinity

When we got married

Honeymoon spent in Eden

And it’ll go our last breathed

Before proceeding to heaven

I know we’ll die

Together like stars

Before crossing sky

Flying like Angels