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In my darkest times and during my deepest struggles,
I choose poetry.
When poverty strikes and hunger makes my belly rumble,
I choose poetry.
Come rain, come sunshine
Both in my happiest moments and when I need to mask misery in a bottle of red wine,
I still choose poetry.
Because,
On the days that I let the devil feed me lies,
And I prayed for quicker ways to die,
It was only in poetry that I found the courage to write myself back to life.
Love,
A
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Don’t you dare cry.
Tears are for the weak, the faint hearted
Don’t you dare wish.
Hope is for the unrealistic
Don’t you dare scream.
Raised voices are for the untrained
Don’t you dare reminisce.
Nostalgia is for the inexperienced
Don’t you dare waste another day. Attachment is for the pushovers
Don’t you dare ask if he loves you. Questions are for the insecure
Just don’t.
A
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The worst thing you can do is be fake
Pull on a mask and recreate a new identity
Regardless of the things that could be at stake
Like the frequent outbursts of anger, a reason to question ones’ sanity
Continuous mental turbulence, comparable to an earthquake
It’s been so long, remind me again the meaning of the word serenity
Although already accustomed to paranoia, I fear the hate that creeps into my bed at night so I lay awake
While you rain down even more fowl unpleasant obscenity
I’ll be sat quiet in my favourite corner enduring this excruciating sensation called heartbreak.
Love,
A
X
Hey lovies,
There are two things I find more amazing that finding out someone has accidentally deposited money that I didn’t deserve into my account.
1) Realising that one of your really close friends has a hidden talent
2) Acting like my blog is famous enough to ‘feature’ other people’s poetry/prose
Today must be my lucky day because those two things just happened. Below is..uhm..let’s just call him Loloski. Below is Loloski’s piece and I absolutely fell in love with the art of writing all over again.
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The Voyage Into The Uncharted.
Would be a lie if I say I haven’t been drawn to anyone the way I am to you
However it’s the manner in which I am drawn to you that is most puzzling
Never has it seemed that I’m utterly wasting my time waging this voyage into an abyss of which I know not what lies ahead , but I am determined to foster on because I believe the treasures that lie beyond this bulletproof darkness that lines my eyesight , would grossly outweigh any effort I have put in thus far
Some might call it curiosity. Some might call it stupidity. I call it the need to know.
As I embark on this journey to know you , after struggling and overcoming the turbulent waves of shyness that prohibited my departure initially. I am confronted with yet another bout of gale force winds that threatens to leave me buried amongst the jagged rocks that line this narrow path I take on the route to know you
With every stroke I take forward , these waves and winds take me back so much I begin to question if I am making progress. I’m at the border where I don’t know if this disinterest you radiate is actually real or if it’s a shroud in which you hide your own shyness and insecurities.
As everything about you is a mystery I am tempted to go with the latter and soldier on this voyage. I have come too far to give up and I shall still soldier on. And as you watch and throw me more challenges you shall be impressed by the sincerity of my voyage that I am coming to you , not to take the riches you have , but to even cultivate and multiply and give you a company worthy to share the blessings nature has ladened you with.
I know not where I am going. Neither do I have a map or compass or any directional help from you. But I do believe that I’m on the right path , and someday , maybe not soon , I would get through to you.
M1Ö.
I have fast realised that everything begins with an adventure
A pinch of fear,
A rush of adrenaline
The burning desire to explore.
I have fast realised that life is about progression
From one extreme situation to another
It’s hard to decide what is worse
Either getting burned by ice burgs
Or being forced to swim through the Great Lake of fire.
I have fast realised that my line of thoughts stay constantly intertwined
Would this be long lasting or would things change once we’re all grown
While searching my heart, there was only one fact to find
I truly was happier when I was on my own.
Love,
A
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Young poets,
It’s funny how you start off with butterflies in your bellies and love notes
Be it the girl that tickles your fancy in maths class
Or that guy you’re in love with but, barely know
Young poets,
It hurts me to see you graduate into writing about heartbreaks and sorrows
To feel your hearts beat so weak, they sound like echoes
Because your one true happiness is now the demon that lingers
Young poets,
I am proud to have seen you develop
From insignificant feelings, to pain, to something a lot more abrupt
I can feel it in your choice of words and attempt to come off as strong
I only hope that from now on, you are fully aware of your self worth
Love,
A
x
One second
Two seconds
Three seconds,
Pause!
It’s the fifth second
Now the sixth second
At the seventh second,
Could you please just stop?!
My heart will stop at the eighth second
I beg you, please, don’t let it get to the ninth second
Because this time bomb is set to go off on the tenth second
And I’m afraid I will never be able to recover at all
Love,
A
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Open your palms out wide
And lay out a lending hand
Keep those greedy thoughts to the side
Because you too were once blessed.
Make a home in your heart for the Angels you meet
Pour some wine, set the table
Be swift to stop them from bowing at your feet
Because you too were once sheltered.
Limit not the extent of forgiveness
The world is cruel and the heart of man, wicked
But, understand that forgiving shows strength not weakness
Because you too were once a sinner.
Open your homes with joy in your hearts
Offering nothing but comforting words and acceptance
Welcome friendship and love and not just mere acquaintance
Because you too were once strangers.
With love, guide the easily strayed
Walk them through the right path
And remember to pray for grace
Because you too were once lost.
Love,
A
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The worst thing in life is when you wake up in the morning with tears in your eyes and not a word of the Lord on your tongue
As my pillow soaks and my memory starts flooding back, I cannot help but think my problems are bigger than the one who saved me
While every inch of my body; head, belly, heart and my soul ache
Remind me again why these demons have finally had their way. I rebuked them for Christ sake
I grew up with phrases like
‘You reap what you sow’
But somehow, I reap bitterness and disgrace. Betrayal and the very opposite of compassion
The very opposite of what I envisioned
And I cannot forget. Cannot move on. Cannot help but regret
Every step every move
Every challenge I decided to take on because I thought I understood
The way of life and the balance of good and evil
Do onto others what you want others to do onto you
As simple as it sounds, the practicality of it is untrue
So while I break down and you do nothing but observe
I’d only ask one thing
You’re the one who knows me best so tell me what I deserve
Love doesn’t live here,
A.
Can you tell that I’m lost?
Wandering through life blindly
With nothing leading me but my distrust.
Can you tell that I’m enclosed?
Sealed within my own misfortune
Is it obvious that I’ve had my optimism folded up and enveloped?
Can you tell that I’m hurt?
If you looked into my eyes, would you see where it burns?
Because I can’t prove it, not while my emotions remain inert.
Love doesn’t live here,
A
Akunna Ezekwem 