
I don't know how to name or call of what we have but one thing for sure and I am certain..
I like to be with you all the time,
I like how you make me smile with your corny jokes,
I like how you pay attention on my stories,
I like it when you notice my mannerism,
and I like it when you pay attention on my likes and dislikes in everything.
Loving you was possible but honey we'll have to climb mountains for that to happened.
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 12:41 PM UTC
A woman has a battle field within herself.
Fighting to do the right thing, avoiding men and it's ********** ,
declaring war over war within herself everyday.
If she bleed she is the winner.
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 5:42 AM UTC
This girl has a mask,
trying her best to be great and different
She own a lot of compliments from people,
her happiness depend on it.
And she loves attention more than cheetos
Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 9:55 AM UTC
Living is a cross
That any one of the rock-faces
Comprehends.
We are drawn
To many seas.
We drown wholesomely
In the failures of confrontation.
The rain
Drenching
Our doorsteps
Has nothing to do
With the simplest desires
And lacerations
We bring
To the smallest acts
Of living.
The child
On the broken catwalk
Hearing the sounds of our hunger
Without understanding
Throws echoes back
To the earliest abandonments
Of love.
Minor devastations preceding
Horror
Resonate the ineffable.
The mothers that wake
At the slightest sound
And the fathers that
Smoke all night
And the rest of us who are
Vigilantes from the demons
Of oppressed sleep
Find at dawn the clearest
Images of bewilderment.
Even the best things
Collapse beneath the weight
Of ignorance.
Living is a fire
That any one of the wave-lashes
Comprehends.
_________
Source:
http://www.universeofpoetry.org/nigeria.shtml
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 8:20 AM UTC
A catfish laughs.
It thinks of other catfishes
In other ponds.
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 8:19 AM UTC
Through time she grown
waiting for the sun to gleam,
waiting for you to love me back again.
You've used me many times
you eat me like I am your victim nectar
you are a soldier bee and I am your surrendered flower
Sunset, I am drought
Sunrise, believing that you will love me again
willing to fall into your trap
defining how I am into you.
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 4:52 AM UTC