Emmiaskyojex - Hello Poetry

it’s not that the eyes can’t see at times it’s just the brain that can’t read – the pain, dip as cells in our body; smeared on smiles it’s just that our brains can’t read beautiful things have scars too that you are yet to see them don't mean they have not beautiful people feel pain too – it’s just so well-hidden that eyes always hit a blindspot and after it’s happened to another Dante we all gather to cry, mourn on crumbled mountains But of what good is cry to a soul that aches no more? of what use is remorse to a heart that beats no more?

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Apr 23, 2020

Apr 23, 2020 at 10:11 PM UTC

Emmiaskyojex

Of What Use Is Cry! (Definitely Not a Requiem)

it’s not that the eyes can’t see at times it’s just the brain that can’t read – the pain, dip as cells in our body; smeared on smiles it’s just that our brains can’t read beautiful things have scars too that you are yet to see them don't mean they have not beautiful people feel pain too – it’s just so well-hidden that eyes always hit a blindspot and after it’s happened to another Dante we all gather to cry, mourn on crumbled mountains But of what good is cry to a soul that aches no more? of what use is remorse to a heart that beats no more?

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What if I said I love you? Would your heart skips its stepping stones and you fall into a bottomless hole? What if I told you each time, I see your buoyed up face as early as 1 a.m at morn in my lovely dreams My soul, spirit and body yearns to be always around you and casts a spell against its master ne’er to leave that scene What if I told you that before I sleep off at dusk, I’d pick up my mobile device just to take one more glance at the dazzling angel my wallpaper harbors What if?, you got to know that the ‘ten tails of love’ were all for you What if, all these and more you knew? Would you light up my world with the sun in your smile, tell me ‘I love you too’ and ‘You’re mine’ or would it seem to you, another love confession one of the many love words you’ve been hearing long before you were eight(a)-teen Would you leave me shocked by the regretful poem I wrote to woo you? I’m afraid of being broken by another kind and thus, will never tell you! ©Emmiasky Ojex

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Mar 13, 2019

Mar 13, 2019 at 9:33 AM UTC

Emmiaskyojex

WHAT IF I SAID I LOVE YOU?

What if I said I love you? Would your heart skips its stepping stones and you fall into a bottomless hole? What if I told you each time, I see your buoyed up face as early as 1 a.m at morn in my lovely dreams My soul, spirit and body yearns to be always around you and casts a spell against its master ne’er to leave that scene What if I told you that before I sleep off at dusk, I’d pick up my mobile device just to take one more glance at the dazzling angel my wallpaper harbors What if?, you got to know that the ‘ten tails of love’ were all for you What if, all these and more you knew? Would you light up my world with the sun in your smile, tell me ‘I love you too’ and ‘You’re mine’ or would it seem to you, another love confession one of the many love words you’ve been hearing long before you were eight(a)-teen Would you leave me shocked by the regretful poem I wrote to woo you? I’m afraid of being broken by another kind and thus, will never tell you! ©Emmiasky Ojex

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Tell it to the mountains tell it out loud that the world might hear Wax up the steep and rugged hills, journey the valleys and fountains tell them! oh tell them now that they are near ‘that there lived the casted stones Let the world hear of their silent voices ‘though may come as echoes Yet, in peasantry they live and make such loud noises The worthless pearls have found their worth they sought for noesis and were answered without delay Tell it out loud for the son and daughters of lay men are now of great names Tell their success story Tell them it’s not all irony. ©Emmiasky Ojex

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Jan 30, 2019

Jan 30, 2019 at 9:13 AM UTC

Emmiaskyojex

TELL IT TO THE MOUNTAINS

Tell it to the mountains tell it out loud that the world might hear Wax up the steep and rugged hills, journey the valleys and fountains tell them! oh tell them now that they are near ‘that there lived the casted stones Let the world hear of their silent voices ‘though may come as echoes Yet, in peasantry they live and make such loud noises The worthless pearls have found their worth they sought for noesis and were answered without delay Tell it out loud for the son and daughters of lay men are now of great names Tell their success story Tell them it’s not all irony. ©Emmiasky Ojex

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THE STORY IN MY HEAD (The Man Sitting In Your Front) He’s not a human being – No, he is less of that He might’ve been the one through whose ***** I permeated into my mother’s ****** But would you believe me if I told you that he deflowered his product? And tags it a righteous conduct To take a bite of the material to know it’s worth And to be the first person to know what’s what and what’s not That man sitting in front of you was the one who’s made me a shame Since Mum caught him on me the second time, life’s never remained the same I can’t even call my natal vehicle “Mom” She’d say “I am not the mother of a ***** I cannot give birth to a lady Who’s only dream is to give birth as a baby But what am I to do when that man sitting in front of you caused all these? I can’t even tell you the pain I feel when someone calls me by his last name I have to hold it in each time, in school I have to be called upon by the teacher with that name while being sane But to whom am I to explain all these? That the man you call my Father, has committed ****** towards myself and my mother, he’s sexed his first daughter in an attempt to be the first buyer. ©Emmiasky Ojex

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Dec 3, 2018

Dec 3, 2018 at 9:22 AM UTC

Emmiaskyojex

The Man Sitting In Your Front (THE STORY IN MY HEAD)

THE STORY IN MY HEAD (The Man Sitting In Your Front) He’s not a human being – No, he is less of that He might’ve been the one through whose ***** I permeated into my mother’s ****** But would you believe me if I told you that he deflowered his product? And tags it a righteous conduct To take a bite of the material to know it’s worth And to be the first person to know what’s what and what’s not That man sitting in front of you was the one who’s made me a shame Since Mum caught him on me the second time, life’s never remained the same I can’t even call my natal vehicle “Mom” She’d say “I am not the mother of a ***** I cannot give birth to a lady Who’s only dream is to give birth as a baby But what am I to do when that man sitting in front of you caused all these? I can’t even tell you the pain I feel when someone calls me by his last name I have to hold it in each time, in school I have to be called upon by the teacher with that name while being sane But to whom am I to explain all these? That the man you call my Father, has committed ****** towards myself and my mother, he’s sexed his first daughter in an attempt to be the first buyer. ©Emmiasky Ojex

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I look down and I don't recognize myself I tried to push my legs to go faster but I guess theirs was faster than mine Pushed to the wall of a filthy building All I heard was ripples I knew I've been caught I could not register what was happening again Grunts,painful moans of pleasure Their hormones was saying yes,mine said no After getting satisfied,they push and go But I'm left to pick the pieces,but they left with one thing and that was my pride (c)S.O.Y

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Nov 22, 2018

Nov 22, 2018 at 7:56 AM UTC

Emmiaskyojex

The Story In My Head

I look down and I don't recognize myself I tried to push my legs to go faster but I guess theirs was faster than mine Pushed to the wall of a filthy building All I heard was ripples I knew I've been caught I could not register what was happening again Grunts,painful moans of pleasure Their hormones was saying yes,mine said no After getting satisfied,they push and go But I'm left to pick the pieces,but they left with one thing and that was my pride (c)S.O.Y

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REMEMBER US THIS WAY I look back on the memories we’ve had sometimes ago When life was free for every one of us, both young and old When hiding in dilapidated buildings wasn’t a survival technique And death was from nature, not a man-made epidemic When our young ones were free to go to school, grow up and become men who’ll rule And the dead sons of our land weren’t having their cadavers along the road-path When our daughters were whole to be married And not hampered like now as they have to be carried I’ll look back on the time happiness was never far from our sides And joy wasn’t gotten from seeing our enemies die I’ll look back on the building up front With so many moments had therein, good and bad, all that we hold fond I’ll remember that fahir was in us too But now, as soon as the day brings itself new I’ll see that the brother I’ve had my whole life is gone To his end of time at the mercy of a sniper’s shot I’ll go to the death-counter, and see another sun’s been decimated And another light has just been put off All for what? The land, Power, Money, Or religion? Another 12-Year’ld has just been laid to rest With his mother wailings as the day before yesterday, he laid on her chest, Promised her “I will grow up, become a feared militant and put the wars to an end” But, he has just been pushed off of earth We had holidays Now only morning days Yet as the dust fills our faces We’ll hold on to our faith For someday, we shall all together, say “It was all yesterday” So for this, I’ll always remember us this way! From a friend that cares, ©Emmiasky Ojex

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Nov 19, 2018

Nov 19, 2018 at 5:30 AM UTC

Emmiaskyojex

Remember Us This Way

REMEMBER US THIS WAY I look back on the memories we’ve had sometimes ago When life was free for every one of us, both young and old When hiding in dilapidated buildings wasn’t a survival technique And death was from nature, not a man-made epidemic When our young ones were free to go to school, grow up and become men who’ll rule And the dead sons of our land weren’t having their cadavers along the road-path When our daughters were whole to be married And not hampered like now as they have to be carried I’ll look back on the time happiness was never far from our sides And joy wasn’t gotten from seeing our enemies die I’ll look back on the building up front With so many moments had therein, good and bad, all that we hold fond I’ll remember that fahir was in us too But now, as soon as the day brings itself new I’ll see that the brother I’ve had my whole life is gone To his end of time at the mercy of a sniper’s shot I’ll go to the death-counter, and see another sun’s been decimated And another light has just been put off All for what? The land, Power, Money, Or religion? Another 12-Year’ld has just been laid to rest With his mother wailings as the day before yesterday, he laid on her chest, Promised her “I will grow up, become a feared militant and put the wars to an end” But, he has just been pushed off of earth We had holidays Now only morning days Yet as the dust fills our faces We’ll hold on to our faith For someday, we shall all together, say “It was all yesterday” So for this, I’ll always remember us this way! From a friend that cares, ©Emmiasky Ojex

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Why should I hold it in? Is my heart an inn? Why should I not say when I have been hurt? Will you only learn the evil your shunning made me do when I become a member of the dreaded cults? Why can I not cry too? Why does my pains have to be kept mute? Will you only see the pain in my perforated heart after I go home Beyond this phase, transcendence into the metaphysical zone? I am human, Born of skin and bone Not made of rocks and stones I have a right to be sad. So why will you tell me to hide my face, Beneath the dwellings of the bed sheet And under the railing of my own skin Why, I still wonder why? If you can tell me your pain Maybe I can ease you by telling you the shame coming out to tell the world what boys suffer brings to my name. From your friend that cares, ©Emmiasky Ojex

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Nov 13, 2018

Nov 13, 2018 at 6:37 AM UTC

Emmiaskyojex

Why Should I?

Why should I hold it in? Is my heart an inn? Why should I not say when I have been hurt? Will you only learn the evil your shunning made me do when I become a member of the dreaded cults? Why can I not cry too? Why does my pains have to be kept mute? Will you only see the pain in my perforated heart after I go home Beyond this phase, transcendence into the metaphysical zone? I am human, Born of skin and bone Not made of rocks and stones I have a right to be sad. So why will you tell me to hide my face, Beneath the dwellings of the bed sheet And under the railing of my own skin Why, I still wonder why? If you can tell me your pain Maybe I can ease you by telling you the shame coming out to tell the world what boys suffer brings to my name. From your friend that cares, ©Emmiasky Ojex

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Look at our daughters They now show no ill in laying with men old as their fathers Look at our sons Nothing is holding them back from scamming the green people with their bad brain and laptops Look at our mothers, fathers, the young men and alike; women, They now have no time for their own children, Everyone is too busy searching for just one thing, And that is known as MONEY! Why will a lady lay with a dog? Or why’ll she prefer to be known in the environ as a hog? Is it not just for one thing? They choose to sell their body? Why will a schooler choose to become a drop-out with no good passion? But he’s trying to boycott hardships and hardwork He’ll just join the bad gang And will receive money off stealing from the innocent man He’ll swerve off money from the fleeceable parents And to all their good, he’ll put an end He’s not ******** He just wants the wealth; in anyway it comes and at whatsoever cost, he cares less! Blame it on the money, What is ours is now owning us, And we still show no remorse, As even today, some of your sons and daughters are still singing this MONEY SONG! ©Emmiasky Ojex

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Nov 6, 2018

Nov 6, 2018 at 9:26 AM UTC

Emmiaskyojex

BLAME IT ON THE MONEY

Look at our daughters They now show no ill in laying with men old as their fathers Look at our sons Nothing is holding them back from scamming the green people with their bad brain and laptops Look at our mothers, fathers, the young men and alike; women, They now have no time for their own children, Everyone is too busy searching for just one thing, And that is known as MONEY! Why will a lady lay with a dog? Or why’ll she prefer to be known in the environ as a hog? Is it not just for one thing? They choose to sell their body? Why will a schooler choose to become a drop-out with no good passion? But he’s trying to boycott hardships and hardwork He’ll just join the bad gang And will receive money off stealing from the innocent man He’ll swerve off money from the fleeceable parents And to all their good, he’ll put an end He’s not ******** He just wants the wealth; in anyway it comes and at whatsoever cost, he cares less! Blame it on the money, What is ours is now owning us, And we still show no remorse, As even today, some of your sons and daughters are still singing this MONEY SONG! ©Emmiasky Ojex

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Do you see us when we cry? When we try to hide our faces in the sand? have you ever thought it through, That these people might be hurt too Do we seem like we do not have pain receptors in us? Nay, we are born out of bone and blood We also feel the same pain you do Only that the would sees us as weak and your strong when we show it Do we seem like goats We do not need to be told “You are a man, be one” Will you tell these words to my boy when I am gone? Of course, I am a boy! Is that a curse? Can I not feel hurt as well? Or will you only notice my tears when I drown in the well Please look into my eyes and tell me It’s okay to be a hurt boy. From a friend that cares, ©Emmiasky Ojex

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Nov 2, 2018

Nov 2, 2018 at 10:58 AM UTC

Emmiaskyojex

DO YOU?

Do you see us when we cry? When we try to hide our faces in the sand? have you ever thought it through, That these people might be hurt too Do we seem like we do not have pain receptors in us? Nay, we are born out of bone and blood We also feel the same pain you do Only that the would sees us as weak and your strong when we show it Do we seem like goats We do not need to be told “You are a man, be one” Will you tell these words to my boy when I am gone? Of course, I am a boy! Is that a curse? Can I not feel hurt as well? Or will you only notice my tears when I drown in the well Please look into my eyes and tell me It’s okay to be a hurt boy. From a friend that cares, ©Emmiasky Ojex

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Sweet architect! I hope you are listening to the clamors in my head I hope you see the pain I feel in my chest I hope you see that I really am trying my best Sweet architect! I hope you’re seeing the tears my eyes harbor I hope you realize that my heart sobs I hope you see me in my origin as someone with naught Sweet architect! I hope you see my soul is a mess I hope you see me try again and fall back on earth I hope you see my laid back at night trying to reach the heavens for help Sweet architect! I hope you see me wishing I could change Become a better person in this age I hope you see that I have been damaged Sweet architect! I hope you see the need I need I hope you see as I fall on my knees That I need a whole new knead Sweet architect! I hope you know that I know that you’re the only one who can Help me with all of earth’s troubling time And let me live the life I deserve Sweet architect! This is not my cry to you but a plea Like a poor child to a rich King I reach out to you for a meal! Sweet architect! We both know these chains are not mine But I got them while I was trying to make it in life Please help me break loose and survive Sweet architect! I know that you are all where At days when you are needed You’re always near Sweet architect! I now plead with you to come; save me and my mates From this trouble we have to eat on our dining plates And move us from where we are to our original place! From a friend that cares, ©Emmiasky Ojex

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Oct 15, 2018

Oct 15, 2018 at 10:27 AM UTC

Emmiaskyojex

Sweet Architect

Sweet architect! I hope you are listening to the clamors in my head I hope you see the pain I feel in my chest I hope you see that I really am trying my best Sweet architect! I hope you’re seeing the tears my eyes harbor I hope you realize that my heart sobs I hope you see me in my origin as someone with naught Sweet architect! I hope you see my soul is a mess I hope you see me try again and fall back on earth I hope you see my laid back at night trying to reach the heavens for help Sweet architect! I hope you see me wishing I could change Become a better person in this age I hope you see that I have been damaged Sweet architect! I hope you see the need I need I hope you see as I fall on my knees That I need a whole new knead Sweet architect! I hope you know that I know that you’re the only one who can Help me with all of earth’s troubling time And let me live the life I deserve Sweet architect! This is not my cry to you but a plea Like a poor child to a rich King I reach out to you for a meal! Sweet architect! We both know these chains are not mine But I got them while I was trying to make it in life Please help me break loose and survive Sweet architect! I know that you are all where At days when you are needed You’re always near Sweet architect! I now plead with you to come; save me and my mates From this trouble we have to eat on our dining plates And move us from where we are to our original place! From a friend that cares, ©Emmiasky Ojex

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