Mystery Man

It rang twice, it felt like eternity,
Then he picked, I felt jittery,
My phone felt slippery,
My throat felt a little bit slithery,
The stars I remember were glittery.
So I talked to him seated beneath the half moon.

His voice still had that touch,
My friends would say, he’s quite a catch,
His first few words sounded like Dutch,
His looks and voice were quite a match,
Him over the phone that night was a perfect patch,
That single peak at the end of a dull plain day.

A sneak peek of who mystery man is in open,
I could admit to not having met him too often,
He’s adorable I’d let my cookies burn in the oven,
Just to watch him cause we’d never strike even,
I can’t audition him, he’ll score a ten out of ten,
Sometimes I think to myself; isn’t he too good to exist?

Is your life dark? You could use his brilliant personality,
Counting him a blessing is a definite, not a probability,
His skin marries his charm, a spell that could last for eternity,
He could probably know his worth, or will they call it vanity?
He is the perfect element to counter negativity,
I stare at the sky wondering how such good luck could come my way.

They say everyone has their flaws,
His must be well tucked in somewhere,
As my river of emotion flows,
I feel his presence almost everywhere,
A day cannot go by without the thought of mystery man.

Message from OOGAM
A special dedication to that person who’s phone call makes your blood rush.

Once My EX Still Is.

He is my EX, not because he got EXausted but simply because I EXchanged him for a full cup of memories. Memories I live each day hoping to relive and even on top EXtra fantasies.

He had what you’d call the X-factor. He understood the X chromosomes better than he did the Ys. The part of my life I shared with him holds an EXperience I term unforgettable. I remember I once preferred to get EXcommunicated over letting him go. My love for him was an EXaggeration of ordinary love.

I EXamined his face that night, trying to figure out if he understood what I meant when I said I wanted a break. His face held no emotion, I guess because his eyes were EXtravagant with rage, confusion and pain. He loved me to EXtremes and all I could give back was EXellent betrayal. He EXtended a heart only to receive a sword pierce through it. He held his breath, and for a minute I was afraid he wouldn’t EXhale but the minute he did, he EXited my life.

Now I sit here and fantasize about how he was an EXpert in kiss, caress, squeeze and love making. It has been a fruitless search looking for an EXact of him in every any other man. The memories of my EX are EXpensive I’d say priceless. I call him my EX not because he was but because he still EXists in my mind body and soul.

Message from OOGAM

It's okay to long for what you once loved. Remember though, not to get carried away and forget what your price tag states.

Wo-Man

Message from OOGAM

Need I say more

He Broke Her, She Broke Down

She stood by the window staring into blank space. Probably giving the world a keen look, hoping to at least get a hint of what it is she usually does wrong. Today was different; she spent the whole day locked up in her room. She was only gladder her roommate had boarded the 7:00 am bus for home and was not to come back soon. She could swear every line in every song in her playlist made sense. It sank deep, almost felt like the artists wrote them with her in mind. The music was the only way to calm her nerves, and rid thoughts of suicide, rage and revenge.

She was aggravated by the thought of giving so much for so little if anything at all. She was now single, within a night’s span. Yester night went well, as a matter of fact, perfect. They say joy comes in the morning…her morning only brought a black cloud of pain. She slept cuddled up in the arms of her man or rather now, her ex. She felt she’d choke on her own spit trying to call him an ex. Last night he kissed her, he held her tight, he whispered sweet words only to wake up dumb and half deaf.

He didn’t want her to touch him, neither did he speak a word. She persisted in wanting to know what the matter was, but he insisted on denying that there was any problem. It hurt her to know; he was hers but still would keep something away. She had not sworn it before a priest and her family but deep down, she knew, it was For Better or For Worse.

Her heart raced as she bit her lip in regret when he finally decided to speak. ‘Am tired. This relationship is not working, I want out. ‘His tone was cold and the look in his eyes was frozen. There was clearly no amount of persuasion that could change his mind. It was heart wrenching to think that there is another woman in the picture.

His last statement still rings in her mind. ‘You are just a baggage.’ She wondered if she had been a baggage 6 months’ worth of love. She checked the last text he sent, he was clear he did not want anything to do with her. If only she could ask one more time for an explanation or rather a second chance, the only thing that held her back was how firm his decision already was.

He must have given too many signs before he came to this, she must have been blinded by love. Her heart ached in a way she swore it never would. She now had every reason to rebuild the walls she tumbled when she opened up to love him.

A tear dropped on the diary she held and she wrote ‘Only time will tell now.’ She then picked the phone and dialled my number ‘I need a tissue and a shoulder…come over.’ She left me a voice message.

Message from OOGAM
If you choose to love, give it your all. When you are not sure about it, don’t toy with a human heart. Had a broken heart before? Then don’t break another.