Opalescent emotions/thoughts riotous
tossed like drowsy eyed flora
tangled
in dove-eyed bed sheets
their nuances silken edged
and cool to the touch.

Sunlight drives winks of promise
the beckoning beam
a gossip mongers wicked tongue
unleashed
as tortured petals/seeds
share their space
so indiscreetly.

Boasting a spider creed
a web of delicate mazes
that twist and choke
photosynthesis
the mixed bouquet
struggles for forbearance
and composure.

Ahh you are a funny bunch
eager to burst forth
without a root to bear
beautiful in your swilling path
unsubstantial at best..

And yet you bloom so beautifully
the experience untamed
and I am quite fond of it.

Blossoms no matter how reckless
leave behind sweet dreams to be desired.

And I am all about dreams.

People will hurt you and then act like it was you who hurt them.

With intellect alone
can't find God.
God is smarter
try with love!

You told me once, life isn't aimless
We are all aimed directly at death

Sorry
I’m not

your

Pretty

Korean

Girl

With brown locks

and a pouty allure

Sorry I couldn’t
Be

Worth a mention

To your inner world

i carry your heavy burdened heart
i have waited patiently as i court
i wrote and made love to you on paper
this was not simple task nor easy a labor
you kindle the flames that blaze  
bringing me in such a tamed craze
i spilled my ink across the sheets to you
with gentle sweet passion that is true
caressing you with each sentence and letter
from your curves and lips with pleasure

on the horizon
pastel clouds float
swirled by the breeze

underneath them
in awe of their color,
i only feel blue.

The small flower blooms,
discreetly and quietly —
love covers all pain.

travel light
light on your feet
feet following steps
steps down the river
a river that knows
knows how to move
to move and go
go and travel

been ripped open, stripped bare before
freshly laid wounds traversing old scars
left wondering, why life lessons are so hard

Lost upon the long waves.
Waiting for that long awaited day.
To be found and back to life.
To see it crumble back before your eyes.

last week
i would drown in a sorrow
but now i sleep
just 'cause i'll see you tomorrow.

Pagi-pagi sekali,
terdengar sayup-sayup berita pagi ditelevisi.
"Pasti Ibu dan Ayah."
Kupaksakan untuk membuka kedua indera lihat ini.
Bangun lalu jalan perlahan menuju ruang keluarga.
Ini aneh,
ini asing,
tak pernah pagiku sepilu itu.
Melihat sepasang bola mata yang tak lagi jernih,
juga kulitnya perlahan-lahan mengkerut
karena usianya yang tak lagi muda.

Tiba-tiba si nyonya mendekapku erat,
pelukannya selalu hangat seperti biasa.
Ia pun tak mengucapkan sepatah kata.
Kini, giliran si tuan yang memelukku.
Agaknya ia sedikit canggung,
si tuan pun memelukku sangat erat
seakan-akan ia tak ingin kehilangan putri kecilnya
yang kini telah beranjak dewasa.

Kulihat mereka sekali lagi,
tersenyum.
Setetes air mengalir dari pelupuk mataku.









Semoga tuhan memberikan umur panjang.

My eyes
grieve
mourn
weep
even laugh in pain
for they could never meet yours ever again.

on your last day
the sun was shining
and big white clouds ran across the sky

someone held you tight
and told you, "i love you"
admired you
and cherished you

on your last day
all of your love poured out

you inspired
and you soared
you lived
and you died

your love remains
always

keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.

Where do they all go
the unspoken words
Do they melt, into nothingness
burning in the backs of our throats
Or delve into the blue deepness of our thoughts
a sunken treasure
I think they hitch rides
with the hopeless
and the heartbroken
Sitting heavy on shoulders

And I'm walking with the weight of the world
and I'm walking with the weight of the world

Give me an address
of someone who cares.

Give me the referral
to make them let me in.

Give me the money
to pay them for caring.

I’m begging you, pleading:

Give me what it takes
to make the pain go away.

until I wait for you
until the sun swallows the moon
and every person is gone
and the stars come crashing down
in shards of crystal amphetamines
and all the dead rise from their sleep
as walking zombies

and if I grow very old waiting for you
too old to think, too old to move
and this earth is nothing but sod
the way it originally was
before man ruined it
with his hands
and the animals drown in the sand

I wouldn’t consider it long
if I saw you at the end
if I drew my last breath holding you
if the last of what I saw was your face
if the last of what I was met with
were your lips
then this was worth the wait

But I wonder what you feel
as we left apart,
back to back—
only falling leaves in between.

MY LITTLE NUMERO UNO

She attacks the page
with all the fervour & ferocity

of learning to write:
! nUmBeRs!

Her pen
digs its way

through to
(the other page)        

as if it were trying to
escape its task

make a break
for it.

Finally, she draws
a 2

a gentle swan
gliding by on a single wave.

Then, an 8
(which she informs me)        

is an O
“...wearing a belt that’s too tight.”

“Right? ”
“Right! ”

6 & 9
she cuddles together.

“Shhh...they’re sleeping! ”

Then: a 3
“...which is an 8 with half the 8
...missing.”

Then: a 1
which is a man
“.. with a little nose.”

Then: a 7
Which is a man
“...with a big nose.”

10
is
“The man with the little nose
going out with an eight without its belt.”

5
is
“Like a S
frozen stiff.”

4
is
“My hand doesn’t like writing 4’s
so...it doesn’t.!

'Well, that's
enough of that! '

She glares at me
as if to say

'Don't dare
contradict me! '

'I'm going out
to play!

She proudly
announces

(a woman with her work
well done) .

And out...
...out she goes!

If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.

The letter of the depressed soul
I always want to love life,
but it seems am an awful and unforgiving lover
And it seems life herself is grossly unfair to me,
Always frustrating my labour of love and very many commitments

I always get more than I want or ever deserves,
of the many struggles and pains that life serves
Maybe she forgot the concept of fair share
Or maybe others were made with iron
And I with soil.

©Adeoye Favour I.
@Favwrites
@Favcreatives

there's a weird thing about this poem.
for some reasons i am unable to                      .

Get my point don't let anybody or anything make you give up on your perfect tomorrow in an imperfect world.

They say that the eyes
are windows to the soul,
crystal clues of truth,

but in yours they're black holes,
pensively deep, sweet
gravitational pulls

and I am core shaken,
captivated and nulled.

I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.

Today
At five in the morning,
I realized
That I stay up
So late each night
Because

I

Hate

Sleeping alone.

Grindr open, glaring livid,
Green my eyes, and heart constricted.
Orange, blue, the conversation,
Can’t you stick to *******?