i do not fear that which moves in the shadows at night
nor that which crawls or slithers through corners and crevices
i do not fear that which has sharp teeth
or claws like a tyrannosaur rex
i do not fear taxes or inflation or economic depression
or things that go BOOM
my only fear is to wake up in a world where everybody
loves the same color
prefers the same wine
believes in the same gods
talks about the same issues
and live the same lives
to wake up in such a world, would be the end of my world
Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 10:48 AM UTC
conFusion
emotions RUN rampant
inDeCision
like the path of moonSoon windS
screams, Yells and cries
Music in discoRd
fear aLL around
elepHants traMple on grasses
grasses, NOWHERE to hide
young plead with old
OLD PLEAD WITH DEATH
Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 10:46 AM UTC
For seven odd seasons I felt you rock your self to sleep.
Seventy miles or seven inches, your heart beat synced with mine and I could feel you as you did me.
An empty life till I was seventeen, it took seven tries, seven trials, seven lonely walks down seven flights to break the curse of sevens.
Seven scares, seventy seven days and seven hours left the magic dead, buried seven feet deep, my heart torn into seven million pieces.
I dream of seventy. The seven thousand hours it will take to piece this heart together, to get it to beat once again.
I dream of seventy. My heart, old, patched, will beat once more. Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beeeeeeeeep!
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 9:04 AM UTC
Down this rabbit hole again
Emotional roller coaster ride of pain
Heart dancing to the beat that chaos sings
Feet lost in place, two dead twins
Down this rabbit hole I go
Dry tears down my cheeks flow
Turn the corner one last time again
This never ending ride of pain
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 9:02 AM UTC
7 years is a long time
like the oceans against the rough rocks at the shoreline
you have come and gone
over and over again
gently stroking my person till I have become perfect
a smooth pebble
7 years is a long time
within this time I have felt my heart beat faster than the 19 odd years before we met
I have cried more
I have laughed more
I have had more sleepless nights
I have sighed more
I have been more miserable and more happy than the 19 or so years before we met
7 years is a long time
starting with that innocent kiss
that afternoon just before my first math test
i was sure it wasn't innocent
then the more passionate kisses followed confirming my earlier assumption
i miss the times when all i did was sit, and all you did was kiss me so awkwardly
7 years is a long time
we've shared more kisses
innocent no more
we've shared parts of us we have have been told were private
we shared our bodies, mind and soul till we did not know when i begun and we ended
the dysfunctional couple became this-functional couple
7 years is a long time
I've seen you naked, raw and exposed
you've seen me worse
I've hurt you bad
you've hurt me worse
the only thing we've done equal is love each other
every night apart hurts and every night together hurts sweetly more
i put my head under your breast and listen to your life beat
i realize 7 years is a long time
but in your arms, eternity is shorter
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 6:35 AM UTC
Looking in the mirror I see a man look back.
I know very little about where he has been or where he will end up.
I only wish to be a part of the journey he is on.
I see the face looking back at me, staring deep into my eyes and deep into my soul.
I felt his sadness as he did mine.
A tear crept down my cheeks as it did his.
In that we are the same; filled with deep rooted sadness about our inadequacies, weighted down by our rudimentary understanding of this universe.
The man in the mirror looks away in disappointment.
I could not bare his sight too.
I know he is as disappointed in me as I in him and he in himself.
For what made me an average man, if not the man in the mirror.
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 6:27 AM UTC
she loves me
she loves me not
i love her
she loves me not
she loves me
i love her not
what is a man to do when love is periodic?
wait for the next wave and wish the feelings don't ebb away as quickly as they came?
she loves me
i cant stand it anymore
i die at thirty
i live at forty three
life is too long to waste on flowers
i love her
it hurts as hell
maybe it will stop
maybe it will **** me
maybe, just maybe, then it will be over
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 6:23 AM UTC
you and me
us together and apart
you and me
two bodies, one heart
we've done it over and over again
through its ecstasies and pain
on my back
on your back
on the sheets
in the sack
i hear your heavy breathing and wonder what it means
like most lads oblivious at first
then not
you say your neck hurts when we do it for too long
i say don't be shy
let everyone hear you
every night
some short
some long
me in accra
you in the hong kong
miles apart
inches away
i feel your heart beat everyday
in the past
in the present
everywhere and time i can think of except
when you are actually with me
Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 3:39 AM UTC
if there was one god
and he refused to give me wealth and all that is beautiful
then i will be without hope
but
there are a thousand gods
at least one of them will let you love me
half as much as i do you
so i will keep praying
Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 5:03 PM UTC
Slipping into nothingness, slowly and quietly,
I realize my worth living would only gain interest when I die
No one understands or care
Nobody wishes to understand or care
I do not understand or care to
This is the manifesto of the walking dead
I am dead inside so I live no more on the outside
It is from within that I speak
Deep within the abyss of my soul
Dead within
This is the last speech of the living dead
I fear for my soul, my life, my flesh
I fear for what is to become of my essence
I do not speak of decay or of posterity
I fear for my significance
The answer to why I'm here- now
Who will take my place?
Who would continue the crusade, the cry, the plea for sanity?
Who will fight for rationality in my stead?
I am dead within and soon would be just dead
Between now and then, I will fight
This is the cry of the dead
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 5:16 PM UTC