She is whoever you want her to be as long as she is beauty to your eyes. Plainly, she is woman.



And she was so
It might have been a curse
For she was the moon
She bought the tide
And she was the breeze
She fashioned breathing

And she was the ocean
She made the sky blue
She gave the earth hues
She makes the day new
For she keeps the night true

© Eshe Kente 2017
Image by Norman Duenas

There’s No End (To Us) | A Poem

Normally I am strictly anti-valentine’s day. I was actually plotting on posting an anti-love poem today. But no, this year I will celebrate the sweet idea of love and loving with everyone else. Just for a change of scenery. I hope you find someone who will be your valentine everyday of your life together, it looks like the person in this poem has.





There’s no end to us
They did try ending us
But there’s no end to us
There’s no end
I’m yours
I’m yours
Watch my guard descend
You echo through
My brain like sound
And when my soul beats
It beats for you my love
And when my heart speaks
It calls your name my truth
And everything I do
Is in your name my true

There’s no end to us
There’s no end
I can’t lie
I won’t lie
I won’t pretend

© Eshe Kente 2017

Saviour | A Poem


My train of thoughts crashed
A quarter to midnight, now I’m
In the pitch black

Saviour come save me
I did this to me
But don’t blame me
Maybe blame me
But don’t shame me
You said that you’d tame me
Your lies are easy
Steady like your breath
When you spill them
I said I had demons
You said that you’d kill them,
Liar – I can still feel them.

© Eshe Kente 2017

Call Me A Dark Poet

And my lips are ultra dark
Like my soul darling 

It’s 07:44 where I am. I’ve been up all night, I’ve been thinking – darkness is a repeated theme in my life.

I don’t mess with makeup but I’m know for my ultra dark lips. They’re so dark that people often think it’s black lipstick. My mother says I wear too much black, (she says I look like a widow) but I think she’s over exaggerating because I actually like to playing with colour… especially the colour black. I love the night because the world is so quiet and still and beautiful, at this point I should have developed night vision.

Music is really my oxygen. It helps me focus and avoid getting lost in my mind. My tastes vary. I can go from playing Giggs to Ray Charles real quick. One of my absolute favourite is Lana Del Rey, I adore her! There’s so much darkness and depravity in her music but she makes it so beautiful it hurts good.

My favourite genre is called dark erotica, I promise you I’m 100% not there for the naughtiness. What appeals to me is the messed-up-ness of it all. I can relate more to deeply scarred characters and destructive behaviour than the sunshine and butterflies in other genres.



If love was life
I would be dead
It’s hard to feel
With a heart of lead
So much I think
That can’t be said
So when I speak
I hold my breath


My poetry has never been on the light side but it seems that I truly began becoming a dark poet when I first started writing Blue Raptures, that would have been 2012/13. I found my poetry book from that time and I swear it scared me. I can actually write really beautiful things, the beginning of Blue Raptures prove this. But of course I could write a thousand beautiful, light poems it still wouldn’t change who I am.

I’ve always told people that my poetry will not make you smile, it’s not written for that. My poems are written to take you out of your comfort zone. My favourite themes are blues, darkness, emptiness, nothingness, barrenness, loneliness, heartlessness… there’s a huge part of me that only knows such things. Like the earth I have day and night, but the night last for up-to 98 hours at a time, there’s about 2 hours of daylight and then the sun sets again.

I’m twisted, but only slightly 

No one could ever understand just how dark my mind runs, naturally it seeps into my mode of self expression. I write because I really do like finding beauty in dark places. My dad joked that Blue Raptures might inspire psychos and murders. He’s probably right.

– Eshe Kente

My Raptures Are Blue | A Poem



All of my raptures are blue
None of my demons are new
Often they lie on my truth
Often I lie but I’m true
All I think of
Is death and violence
Lost in the deep dark
I watch the silence
My soul has deep marks
She drinks the silence
This life is fruitful
Me, I’m barren

Dead inside
I am never okay
Cold inside
I don’t even smile inside

© Eshe Kente 2017