I Lost

Darkness cloak me like a perfect glove

In secret only can I allow this burning love

To consume me in morbid fantasies

I stare and long, sadly I cannot express

This yearning tale in my heart

Few feet away we stand but ten thousand miles hearts apart

Oblivion

Burn, burn, I am burning
Quick! Douse me with fire
Pin prick sensation crawls over my charred skin
Claps of thunderous pain seeking to be released from my brain

Fear Perfect

I can't be them

They can't be me

We can't be us

We can't be free.

The laws we make

The rules we laid

Cries in the Dark

Beautiful flowers blossom during spring
The birds with their sonorous voices sing
But my heart fills with hate
When I think of my dreadful state
Heavens Heavens let down thy rain
Death I patiently await thy train
The new baby’s cry fills the morning air
Funeral songs curl around my hair
Where is thy fury and wrath
None left for me to dine with or trust
Take me home on a wingless flight
I lay down my struggles and put up no fight
Do you hear my cry in the dark?
As i leave the rest of the pack
Plunging down into an abyss of desolation
As I fall with no hope of salvation



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The Ones I Never Got to Know

Little cousin of mine

It’s been a while you left

Nonetheless not forgotten with the passage of time

Too young for that place of rest

But they always say God knows best

This burden of sorrow lies heavy on my chest

She is Not a Trophy

Image Source: Google

She's not a trophy
Not similar to a metal
Of whatever kind of precious stone
Be it gold, sapphire, diamond
She's not a trophy.

Valentine Special: A Letter to You My Crush

I'm looking for her.
Is that her in the BRT -line?
With the bangles and high heels
Used to trek to gate now she take cabs
I don't want her 'cause she may post me
But I heard she just broke up
Her old guy, dulled up He drank too many seven-up
What type of drink you want girl?
I'm VODKA  forever

Valentine Special: Wuraola

Image Credit: Kerry Park

Wura from the black soil - a winsome fairness

Unspeckled skin – sacred to the spectacles

Rays recollected in a feminine silhouette

All eyes can’t but slumber in the stupor of admiration

Oh! Are the orbs of your oval face moulded from the soil of the sun?

Let your lamp of love lighten the labyrinth of my heart

Accept prithee my poetic platonic proposal...

All Shades of Blue

I am all shades of blue and 
I ain’t even cold
Watching this heart wrenching events unfold
Tell me why I am so emotional
Losing hope and all my sense of control 
All I can feel is how it burns

Black

Black

Colour of the night

Mysterious like a river in the dark

Enveloping everything right

Black is charred earth’s legacy

man’s cradle – civilization’s abode at infancy