Friday, 26 August 2016


I've got reds and blues on my window pane,
If I set foot on my door mat, it'll serve pain,
Yes, you say you call me out just for peace,
But if I pull my door knob, I'll rest in peace.

"Reds And Blues"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

Saturday, 20 August 2016


Smoking on a lollipop,
Sucking on a cigarette,
Dosing off on hip-hop,
Jamming on 90's blues,
Raining up the ground,
Dusting, down the sky,
Roof that floor, get it?
Floor that roof, get it?
Spare, a stranger's life,
At a cost of a brother's,
Read me a scary story,
Hm, kiss me goodnight,
Will you ever, be sorry,
For ruining a dear night,
Mesmerized by billions?
Their counts start at one,
If I was never rained on,
I would never know that,
Umbrellas do hold magic.

Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha


Married to this lost my ring in the ring,
Fighting for this, survival, is the thing,
Love, a dirty game am dating a cleaner,
Undressed, my tongue would clean her,
Please, don't show your dog my bunny,
Don't warm your heart with my flames,
When am deep into misery and burning,
Take an aim and a shot, I'll take blames,
I don't know, if I'll ever, get this picture,
I was not there, when you took the shot,
On the funeral day you bug the preacher,
And he has never seen a man being shot,
Lives alone neglected, I pay my own rent,
And what is this wind doing in my house?
Stays in my own small head full of regret,
I am not ever alone, misery, is my spouse,
And, I count my toes, and my fingers too,
But my problems outnumber, that by two,
All these laughs, my smiles are an illusion,
They're beautiful, but dirty, like the ocean.

"A Dirty Game"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

Tuesday, 16 August 2016


You say you love me, I think I love myself,
You are short, my heart's high up this shelf,
I'll make a damn graveyard, with this poem,
The guy I see in my mirror you do owe him, 
Few prayers, oceans of tears, to this, Amen,
I kill no ladies, my gun only points, at men, 
A thorny tree, you'd still dare steal my fruits,
Conflict of ideologies, take flowers or fruits,
Make your damn choice, I'll water the roots,
Point it at you, spit, lick my lip and it shoots,
If lucky, crawl home with none of your boots.

"Crawl Home"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

Saturday, 13 August 2016


Lying in an ocean, full of lobsters,
Pinned on a sky with broken stars,
Bloody wounds, now brown scars,
Walking this life alone, I hate cars,
Your floors' cleaner than my plate,
Well, that is, the type of talk I hate,
Maybe gold's just premium yellow,
Realities will unfold you'll yell Oh,
Hm you told me size doesn't matter,
Certainly the size of the brain does,
Stupid to feel like, it won't hurt her,
Rub a blade, hoping it won't cut her, 
I am, just a flower, waiting, for rain, 
Unplucked my petals yes it did pain!

Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

Wednesday, 10 August 2016


When am I going to understand this,
That flies have shorter lives than us,
Yet fly around like they live forever,
That we think we are special beings,
But deep in our hearts we're animals,
Maybe 'Mother Bunny' in the jungle,
Loves her family and kids a bit more,
Than we do love, our very very own,
We think we are better than any being,
Oh, what a stupid thing to think about,
We're more savage than the primitives,
Hate me but the truth's always painful,
You won't ever get it and neither will I,
Maybe till mosquitoes become donors!

"Special Beings"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha


Tuesday, 2 August 2016


I saw a place I've never seen,
The dark corners of my soul,
Went deep into my own self,
So deep, that I felt lost in me,
It's a place I've never been to,
A place full of ugly monsters,
Hate, fear, sorrow, and anger,
Made friends I'd hate to keep,
They crawled, on parts of me, 
But I fled and hid in happiness,
I hope and pray that some day,
They won't come hunting me!

"A Dark Place"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

Monday, 1 August 2016


The light,
At the end of the tunnel,
Didn't die.

Your eyes, 
Grew tired, collapsed and,

You made it die,
Your weakness, a defeat,
It's a feeling...

"The Light"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha


Where are you taking me?
You take my hand and say it's okay,
Why do you believe in me?
That I'll remember this path another day,
What if I want to be free?
What if I never meant any word I'd say?
What if by your side, I'll not long stay?
What if this walk will never pay?
If am lost in this valley, I'd weep and cry,
And in the next ridge, you'd lay,
In that day, I'll be okay, if far from me, 
You'd stay...

"Far From Me"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha


Gone are the days that you'd rest your head on my chest and smell the scent of my ripe goosebumps, those days that I would lose count o...