Crawl back to your nest; where lies hatch best
Where guilt wears silk and deceit gets dressed
You preach like a saint with a sinner’s chest
Confession’s just a game you play to sound blessed
You smile in halos; but your eyes confess
That love for you is a stage to test
You build your truth from another’s mess
Then claim you’re holy; above the rest
You talk about pain; but yours is a brand
You sell your scars for a softer hand
Cry in daylight; but at night you stand
Counting all the hearts you planned
You call it honesty; I call it disguise
You wear your virtue; but it’s your pride that buys
Every tear rehearsed; every silence lies
You drain the world; then moralize
So crawl back to your nest; your echo’s home
Where empathy dies and egos roam
Where love’s a mirror; not a poem
And every hug feels monochrome
Oct 24, 2025
Oct 24, 2025 at 4:59 PM UTC
The woman that I love is happy with another guy
Well, he's better than I... yeah; I won’t even lie
He's got charm; calm; car; and that clever-type smile
While I just got poems and a heavy-night sigh
I’m sittin’ here sober; colder... replaying October
Heart’s hangover; every thought’s a slow roller coaster
She posted his shoulder; I’m scrollin’ like a ghost observer
Tryna stay composed; but closure’s a poor composer
She’s in his arms; alarm... calm;and here I am; disarmed
My harm’s hidden in psalms; but I’m still charmed
She moved on; strong; while I’m stuck prolongin’
A song I wrote wrong; but keep re-performin’
And it burns slow; though... like truth in denial
Every smile’s a trial; every memory vile
I dial; then I delete; retreat; repeat
A beat beneath defeat; where heartbreaks compete
The woman that I love is happy with another guy;
Who’s better than I; and that’s the lullaby
I whisper it sober; colder; like closure’s a lie
And call it poetry... just to not cry
Oct 23, 2025
Oct 23, 2025 at 4:08 PM UTC
Aarrghhh
They say...
"being alive is enough"
Breathing fresh air
walking on both legs
chest full of puff
But what’s the use of lungs if they’re drowning in smoke?
What’s the use of laughter if your soul’s a choke?
Look at me now
Head bowed down
Carrying chaos like a cracked crown
Life in disjoint; broken at the joint
Dreams scattered sharp like glass on a point
Smiling in public; but inside I sink
Pour me a future; I’ll drown in the drink
They say time heals; but my clock’s been cruel
Every tick is a trick; every tock a tool...
designed to break me in two
I stitched my nights with silent screams
sewed my scars into crooked seams
Bruised by the burden of being alive
But every breath feels... yea; I barely survive
Friends see the mask; but they never see me
They clap for my strength; blind to the bleed
They toast to my fight; but don’t know the cost
I’ve been living to live; yet slowly getting lost.
They preach “at least you’re living”
but... is this life?
When every breath is a blade; every thought a knife
I drag my shadow through nights that don’t end
I fake my strength; I can’t pretend
I’ve been beaten by days that refuse to heal
Bruised by truths I was forced to feel
I stitched my scars with silence and shame
I wear my wounds but they call it a game
And still...
they clap for my survival song
But don’t know survival’s been killing me all along
Alive? Yes
But living? No
Just a body with a heartbeat; nowhere to go
Sep 8, 2025
Sep 8, 2025 at 4:42 PM UTC
See, People
People will be people
You could plant pearls in their palms
they’ll still pluck your peace
piece by piece
and pocket your kindness
like it came too cheap
Place them high
on pedestals made of prayers and promises
they’ll still step down
staining your soul with silence
as if presence was punishment
People will be people
You could bleed blessings
break bread with your bare hands
build bridges with broken bones
they’ll still burn it down
and ask why you live in ruins
You say “I love you”
They say “We like what you do”
You stay; they stray
You bend; they break
You water; they wither
You give; they gather
but never for you
Still
People will be people
They’ll clap when you fall
then claim they caught you
They’ll borrow your light
then curse your shine
They’ll echo your laugh
but silence your cry
And somehow
you’re still the villain in their story
You pray for them
fast for them
fight for them
fade for them
then they forget your name
the moment the favor fades
But listen
The sun still shines on the selfish
Rain still falls in the yard of the wicked
Grace ain’t greedy
Mercy don’t ask for receipts
So don’t you dare curse what God has chosen to bless
Because people
will always be people
But you
you must always be more
Be flame
Be firm
Be full
Be free
Don’t shrink so they can stretch
Don’t crack just to carry
Don’t pour from a cup
they cracked with carelessness
Let them go
and grow
Love loud
but guard your soul
Give light
but know your glow
Because people will always be people
But you
you must never stop being light
Aug 10, 2025
Aug 10, 2025 at 3:50 PM UTC
And then, I whispered....
Be still; my soul
But how do you still a soul that’s never been whole
How do you quiet a storm that was born in your bones
when your silence itself becomes its own cyclone
See...
I’ve been chasing peace in pieces
knees on broken thesis
pleading with time to rewind what it seizes
but grief doesn’t lease us it feeds us
like wolves beneath wool in the seasons we pray
I asked God for light
He gave me delay
Said; “Be still; My abd”
But what if stillness feels like decay
Like rot wrapped in ribbons
like faith turned fray
Still...
When my breath breaks in echoes of doubt
when my mind maps exits; but I can't get out
when prayers pour in but the answers drought
Still...
When the doctor said "wait"; and the night said "no"
and my strength got slow but the pain said “grow”
Tell me; how do you still what still bleeds in your chest
When the wounds wear robes and still call it dressed?
But then
in the middle of noise I heard a hush
not silence; no
but a sacred rush
Like a whisper that whittled through marrow and dust
not loud
but just enough to trust
Be still; not as surrender
but a different kind of fight
not giving up
but giving God the right
to write the night with His own hand
I finally understand
Stillness is not pause
it’s power
It’s walking on storms
when the waves still tower
It’s knowing your God’s not late just slower
than fear would like
but wiser than doubt
Stillness is faith when the map fades out
So now; I stand
not idle; not cold
but still
Not frozen
just bold
Because though the wind may roll and the thunder patrol
my soul is still and God is in control
Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 1:32 AM UTC
They said loyalty pays
But I've been investing time in a system that only pays attention to favourites
The office clock ticks like a ticking bomb; not a heartbeat
Because each beat reminds me...
That I’ve been sitting on a desk that was never meant to rise with me
See; I’m the guy they call when pressure breaks bones
When deadlines **** dreams and the best hands are too burnt to build
But they never call me when there’s applause
Never cc me in the glory mails only the blame ones
I’m the one who cleans the mess the favoured made
But still they call me second best
Like talent came with caste and titles were born; not earned
I’ve written proposals that raised eyebrows in boardrooms
Only to watch my ideas wear another man’s nametag
I’ve brainstormed so hard my mind got soaked
Yet they called it drizzle when my skies were breaking
And the man who always gets the mic
Well... his voice ain’t louder; just better connected
I prayed; oh I prayed
That the system would glitch
That maybe the gold-plated prodigy would slip
That for once; skill would be picked over pedigree
But no
He never slips; or maybe he does
And the fall is framed as flight because he’s their favourite kite
They blame the wind; not the wings
But oga; oh... I mean boss
Yesterday; another recruiter said
"A talent like yours should be building empires; not watching over one"
He said...
“You’re not stuck you’re stitched into a system that fears your shine”
And for the first time; my silence felt like a betrayal
To myself
So here's my resignation not just from the job;
But from this theatre of pretend promotions plus plastic praises
Do well to keep your blessings to yourself
This flower needs sun; not a corner of the shelf
No hard feelings; but I can’t water down my worth anymore
Somewhere out there
A room is waiting
Where the seat fits the spine of my purpose
And the applause won’t need subtitles
See, my new oga didn’t ask for my résumé first
They asked for my story
Said; “What have you built in the shadows
That deserves to touch morning?”
And for once… I didn't shrink
I spoke of nights where I typed dreams into silence
Of times I offered gold; and they printed it in another's ink
And instead of doubt; I saw nods
Not the kind that pities
But the kind that says...
“We’ve been waiting for someone like you”
Here the room breathes different
The air doesn’t smell of fear or favourites
Here progress wears no politics
And the meeting table ain’t just a stage for sycophants with good suits
Here when I speak; I don’t echo
I resound
They said...
“We don’t need benchwarmers; we need playmakers
We don’t clap for status; we clap for substance”
And my fingers; once blistered from holding back brilliance...
Now type freely
No masks; no mirrors Just meaning
And it’s strange how quickly I grew
Like potential isn’t dead
Just exiled in environments where ego reigns
Now I lead projects I once cleaned scraps from
Now my name is spelled right in success stories
Not hidden in footnotes behind plastic smiles
Sometimes; I sit at my desk and remember...
That old place
Where I was a ghost in glass offices
And I almost cry; not from pain
But from the audacity of hope that brought me here
Because sometimes; favour ain't a thing you beg for
It’s a room waiting on the other side of ‘enough is enough’
It’s the fruit that grows once you stop watering dead roots
It’s the light that lands not because you chased it
But because you finally stopped hiding your sun
This one’s for the ones who stay too long
Who shrink to fit desks that were never carved for their shoulders
Who laugh in meetings
but cry in restrooms
pocketing pride like loose coins they never get to spend
For those whose brilliance is buried
under piles of silence and “Yes sirs”
and “It’s not your turn yet”
This is for you
You; who were told to wait
wait behind politics
wait behind praise that was never yours
wait behind people who knew less but knew someone
You; who knew the codes...
but not the code words
Who did the work...
but weren’t in the pictures
Who trained your replacements
while holding back the resignation in your bones
You stayed
For stability
For hope
For the idea that maybe...
just maybe...
they’d see your worth
But truth is...
some rooms are blind
And no matter how brightly you burn
they’ll never stop adjusting the curtains
But hear this:
Your light is not wasted it’s just misplaced
You weren’t born to flicker under fluorescent ceilings
You’re not a spare part in someone else's machine
You are blueprint
Backbone
Builder
And if they won't seat you at their table
then build your own
Even if it starts with a chair and conviction
Because here’s the secret...
Better doesn’t always come dressed in promises
Sometimes; it comes in quiet exits
In courageous leaps
In nights when you whisper to yourself
“I deserve more than this”
And mean it
So go where you're celebrated not just tolerated
Where you’re not just part of the payroll...
but part of the purpose
Where your voice rings; not ricochets
Where “thank you” isn’t currency... it’s culture
And when you get there
don’t just sit
Shine
So the next tired soul watching you from afar
knows it’s possible to leave
and still bloom
Jul 29, 2025
Jul 29, 2025 at 3:52 PM UTC
The other day...
a brother of mine
the one who laughs with lightning in his chest
and walks like nothing in life could break him
was broken
He found his girl
wrapped in limbs that weren’t his
Another man’s scent
on skin he once swore smelled like forever
He was inconsolable
Reduced to a crying spectacle
The kind of grief that doesn’t scream
it folds
It trembles like something holy has just been undone
He said...
The street don’t smile; my G
Love is sweet
but only for a while
Till your girl decides to cheat
And I believed him...
Because his voice cracked
in the middle of the word “loyalty”
like it wasn’t made for this century
He said...
Staying faithful now...
is like wearing armor in a world that prays with bullets
I didn’t reply
I just let him bleed
through words shaped like warnings
But quietly
somewhere between his sobs
and his snot-stained truths
I whispered to myself
If I were to love
I don’t think I could heed his counsel
Because love
even when it’s foolish
is the only thing
that makes me feel less like a ghost
And the truth is...
I don’t trust myself
Not with love
Not with pain
Not with the strange echo between the two
So I sat there
patting his back with one hand
and hiding my own heartbreak with the other
Because maybe
just maybe
if I console him well enough
he might be the one
to console my sorry self when it’s my turn
And there will be a turn
There always is
They say men don’t cry...
but we do
In silence
In showers
In long late-night texts
we delete before sending
I told him...
You loved right
She cheated wrong
That doesn’t mean your heart was weak
It means it was real
And as I said it...
I wondered if I was lying
or just practicing
for when I’ll need to hear it too
But one thing I swore
If I love again
I'll love loud
I'll love honest
I'll love hard
But I will not love stupid
Because heartbreak has taught me this...
it’s okay to give your all
just make sure it’s to someone
who won’t trade it
for a stranger’s touch in the dark
So here's to loving wisely
not wildly
To trusting again
but never blindly
To knowing that sometimes
it’s not love that failed you...
it’s who you gave it to
Jul 27, 2025
Jul 27, 2025 at 4:56 PM UTC
I don’t think I have it in me again
To hand someone my heart
like a peace offering
only for them to treat it like a placeholder
until something better walks in
I don’t think I have it in me again
To soften my voice
to dim my truth
to rearrange myself just to fit inside someone else’s version
of love
I’ve sat in rooms where love sounded like promises
and felt like pressure
Where silence was punishment
and vulnerability was currency
they never planned to repay
You ever love so loud
your own soul went mute?
Well, I did
Gave someone the unfiltered version of me
the trembling hands
the past I don't speak of
the joy I stitched together with borrowed thread
and watched them leave
like it cost them nothing
to unlove me
So no
I don’t think I have it in me again
I’ve smiled in mirrors
I was too shattered to trust
held people close
who only came to collect
made excuses for red flags
because I’d rather bleed than be alone
I let people camp in my softness
and then got blamed
for the fire they started inside it
So now
if you whisper my name with longing
don't expect rose petals and candlelight
If your touch feels like possession
and your words sound like control
I'll leave before you even notice I'm gone
Because now I live in caution tape
and not everyone gets past the yellow lines
I don’t think I have it in me again
To explain why silence became my safe place
why I don’t cry in front of people anymore
why I ghost conversations
when they get too close to where it hurts
I don’t think I have it in me again
To gamble time
to risk my sanity
to hand someone the pen
and pray they don’t rewrite my story as tragedy
So if you want access
be earthquake-proof
Be sanctuary; not spectacle
Because if you say you love storms
you better know how to swim through the flood
I don't come in pieces anymore
I come as wreckage
as warning
as a survivor who’s not asking for rescue
but respect
And if you're not ready to hold space
for someone who's had to hold themselves
for far too long
Then leave the door closed
Because I don’t think I have it in me again
Not to fake smiles
Not to settle for half
Not to beg for the kind of love
I already gave to myself
I don't think I have it in me again
But if I do
you’ll have to earn it
with presence
with patience
with proof
Jul 24, 2025
Jul 24, 2025 at 3:42 PM UTC
I used to ask;
“How much did you miss me?”
like a child tugging at silence
hoping it might speak love in return
But your eyes always darted away
like the truth was too shy to show its face
Still; I waited
Waited to hear anything
even a lie dressed as affection
You could’ve said
"All the time"
and I would’ve built a home inside that fantasy
Now the room echoes
and I’m the only one listening to ghosts
Does your night flicker quietly...
with memories of the way we once were?
Do the jokes that once lit up your smile...
still ignite laughter or just smoke?
And when the world plays our old song
do you hum along or skip the track?
Do the things that made you cry...
still pull at the same wound?
Do the things that made you smile...
feel smaller now; without me?
I wonder...
when you're caught off guard by a scent
a street name; or the tilt of a stranger’s head
do you think...
"That used to be us"
or do you think nothing at all?
Because I remember everything
the tone of your voice when it softened
the shape of your silence when it didn't
And though it sounds pathetic now
I would’ve swallowed every sweet untruth
if it meant feeling loved; even briefly
So tell me
did you miss me?
Your once favourite human
Or am I just a chapter...
you never bothered to finish reading?
Jul 24, 2025
Jul 24, 2025 at 4:22 AM UTC
Today
when my friends asked after you
I froze
not the kind of freeze that chills the skin
but the kind that paralyzes memory
I stared blank like a cursed cursor on an unsaved page
a heart buffering
because how do you respond to a question
that tastes like salt in an open wound
I thought to say you’re fine
that we talked last night
that you laughed the way you used to
like the moonlight wasn't so far out of reach
I thought to paint a picture that never existed
hold up my fantasy like a canvas in the Louvre of lies
But that would be a lie; wouldn’t it?
That would be me playing God with truth
molding fiction from the clay of my denial
That would be me feeding poison to my peace
me...
serving myself self-sabotage on a silver plate
as if my soul wasn’t already choking on unpaid debts
and unanswered prayers
So I said nothing
Nothing because silence is safer than make-believe
Nothing because I’d rather be empty
than full of stories I made up to stay afloat
And when they laughed
when they said
“C’mon bro; it ain’t that deep”
I looked them
dead in the eye and said...
Don’t ask me silly questions
Don’t ask me about ghosts I’m still haunted by
Don’t bring up her name like it’s not a spell
like it won’t summon all the soft places I bled in silence
Don’t ask me how she is
when I’m still figuring out how I am
without her
Because you see
you can’t ask the sun
how the eclipse feels
You can’t ask the wound
to describe the blade
And you can’t ask me
the boy she left behind
to tell you anything true
when I’m still trying to write the ending
in a language my heart doesn’t speak yet
So no;
don’t ask me if she’s fine
Don’t ask me if I’m okay
Don’t ask me anything that starts with “Did you two”
because we didn’t
We almost did
But almost never heals
Almost is the name of every poem I wrote for her
that never ended with “goodbye”
So I told them
don’t ask me silly questions
unless you’re ready for honest answers
wrapped in broken metaphors
and bleeding metaphysics
Because the only truth left between us
is the one I whisper in poems
that no one will ever read
Jul 19, 2025
Jul 19, 2025 at 4:40 PM UTC