"Lord, if you be at all, be a blade"
"Dance. Nigerians are not sad."
So I must drown myself in loud music
Move my head to meaningless lyrics
Yet, I am plagued by demons of despair
My mind is caving in around me
And I am a mere spectator, yet
"Dance. Nigerians are never sad"
"Choose to be happy. Is this for attention?"
Yes.
Because I will allow myself this torture
To be haunted by this devil sadness
For a mere few seconds of your life
How grand.
"You have made contracts with water spirits"
I do not like fish or even water on my skin
Yet, this seems like the answer
To the evil darkness that clouds my mind
Turning me inside out
I am ill
Still, they offer ignorance
Cage me for "choosing" to be ill
Lord, if you be at all, be a blade
Slay my demons
Ignorance too
Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 6:31 PM UTC
Bury me
in your hands
those soft works of art
suffocate me with their gentle masculinity
drown me in their musk
choke me with the safety they promise
take my hair, my lips, all of me
is there a better way to die?
Bury me
in your neck
the long slender ladder to beauty divine
let me dance upon the road to pulchritude
with happy lips and grateful tongue
be my shrine
let me serve you, worship you
be my poison
There is no better way to die.
Osondu.
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 7:09 PM UTC
Pray
That I may taste of you
Worship at your slender blemishless feet
Feast upon the divine banquet that is your core
Serenade you with praise deserving of your graceful form
That I may traverse the land that is your body
With eyes, hands, lips, tongue...
That I may make your mind my home
That I may always, and forever
Remain in your pulchritudunous presence
Alas, I can not
For you have trapped me in this live cage
Kept me in the proverbial limbo
A bare whisper away
Yet, still screams and echoes apart
The pain weighing heavily on my strained vocal cords
Slowly crushing my fragile heart
But I bear my cross with dignity, the constant torture
And I sit in silence
Watching, waiting
Hoping
Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 12:18 PM UTC
In these halls of wailing souls
These halls of ailing babes
Stand I, to them, a fiendish ghole
Needles and tubes, different sizes and grades
Heartless, I ignore their wolf like howls
Gently readying needles of different shades
Their screams echo off these walls
My ears fold upon themselves, deaf to their fear
I must continue with my mission, discarding their shrill calls
I grab a flailing arm, steadily drawing it near
In goes my needle, liquid within, into ****** halls
In hope that their shrill cries don't persevere
In these halls of wailing souls
Silence falls on ailing babes
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 7:41 AM UTC
I
Have
The
Words of
Everlasting
Said
The Surgeon
Who
Died
The Next Morning.
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 9:03 AM UTC
You swore you'd never love again
That you'd hardened your heart
Stiffened the walls of the four chambered *****
That Cupid's arrow would bounce off
That no love could move these stiffened walls
Then...
... Now
Your palms cradle in his palms
Your head gently on his chest, ears counting his heartbeat
His fingers tracing love letters on your back
Eyes closed, savoring the images of him they've captured
Well, Well, Well...
Look who's all lovey dovey
loving and ****
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 3:11 PM UTC
Silence.
Loud music, high pitched screams
Infant wailings, adult shrills
The cacophony of it all
Silence.
Surrounded by it all
Silence?
Absence of these?
Or peace within me?
My silence, perfect
Silence
Whirring fans, revving engines
Croaking frogs, buzzing flies
The beautiful discord of it all
Silence
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 9:57 AM UTC
So when they sigh and say you're not perfect
That you're too good for them
Too normal and plain
That they don't deserve you
That it's not you, it's them
Wipe your tears
Smile
For imperfect never looked good on anyone else
For too good to be true is a once in a lifetime occurrence
For normal is good, your crazy is just in check
For you deserve the best and should never have to settle
Raise your head
Smile
It really isn't you, you are you and that is always enough
It
Is
Them.
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 1:36 PM UTC