*I see them,
while i try to cross these busy streets
parading their armored cars and uniforms
causing a delay in movement
I see them,
marching in lines, parading,
taking instructions in a boy scout manner
robotic movements,
once again blocking the busy streets.
O ye men of war!
charged with the duty of protecting
causing commotion at the same vain
you have become instruments of violence
tools of "saviors" of our economy
they say you're here to maintain peace and order
the only order you obey is bloodthirsty.
OPERATION CROCODILE SMILE
that is what they call your mission,
elites are relaxed, masses unhappy
I cannot be deceived for I already know
I feel the impending war, the brutality of a leader
the great unrest.
you could just be the cause of war.
I see you as a disguise of civil war
stopping the star of the people from rising
I can only but watch events unfold
for I am but a concerned citizen
Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 5:53 AM UTC
My recklessness for your calm nature...
My smooth skin for yours, like the hair of sheep
My confusion for your conviction
My doubt for your trust
My mischief for your calm chatter
Most importantly,
Me for You
and then I awake,
achieving none as i planned,
stagnant.
as i approach dreamland again,
I slowly wish my stubborn heart would listen
"dreaming it feels better than reality"
it deceives me.
but I know better.
slowly i drift
Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 11:19 AM UTC
i am all but confused
My shadowy thooughts dance under the rain while a part of basks in sunlight.
I am all but empty
I claim satifaction with an all rounded sense of hungered.
i am all but vain
I bath in my glory yet to be proven to mankind
Where does my motivation and depression come from?
i fear that i canot tell.. a pity
In love i am tenderly caressed but with fleeting values
In bitterness, i am a wounded lioness seeking revenge,
hurt but with a focus.
I am tempted to ask myself,
where does thy motivation come from?
From the posionous romance of shakespeare?
From words abouts the sullen hull?
From temptations of the daffodils?
From the pain thst lurks therein?
From the sweetness of nature's gift?
Sadly, as i reminisce my past inspirations
I who was oce dull, tentatively recall the forms in which they came
From the bitterness and Sweetness of my heart.
Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 8:15 AM UTC
MY INNER GODDESS ALWAYS WARNS ME ABOUT THE COLOR GREY. NOT OUT OF
FRIGHT TO ROCK BUT HE AURA IT HOLDS WITHIN. PWERFUL, INTOXICATING IN
EVERY SHADE. IT COULD MEAN THE SWEETEST OF THINGS OR MEANEST OR STILL
LIE BETWEEN.
GREY IS A KICK-ASS COLOR. 100% PERCENT AUTHORITY IN EACH HUE. IT IS
A "DARE-TO-WEAR" KIND OF COLOR. LITTLE WONDER VERY FEW ARE BOLD ENOUGH
TO TRY ON THE RAGE OF BEAUTY; DIVERSE.
MANY ARE LOCKED UP IN THE EVERYDAY HAZE OF COLORS BUT ONLY THE
COURAGEOUS DO THE GREY. GREY IS A DARKER SHADE AWAY FROM ASH, A
THOUSAND SHADES AWAY FROM BEING JUST NORMAL.
GREY COULD JUST MEAN ANYTHING APART FROM THE USUAL; IT COULD MEAN
POWERFUL, CONFIDENT, BOSS-LIKE, DARK; A WHOLE WORLD AWAY FROM HADES,
BEAUTIFUL, RESPECT, AND THE LIST IS ENDLESS.
GREY LETS YOU BE WHO YOU ARE,BUT WITH A TOUCH OF SUPERIORITY. IT
CONTAINS A DEPTH LIKE NO OTHER COOR AND RARE.
ONLY THE BRAVE DARE TO DO THE GREY.
Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 7:21 AM UTC
Sometimes, we as humans feel displaced or rather out of place. We feel we aren't where we are meant to be. Through some actions, reactions, interpretations we loose our essence. We question our existence and even more: deny ourselves of life. So many of us feel down. We begin to see our inability as a disability.
There has got to be more to life! Than chasing out every temper, person, vibe you ever had to satisfy the present. The more we keep sitting down, thinking about wanting more from life, time escapes us. We go in, we go out and now we're half way out the door just searching for something that's missing.
Finally, after much thoughts, I found a solution. If we feel we don't fit into the world we see, we should learn to erase that mindset and create our own world were we don't feel out of place. Create a space where you get to breathe out the world's harshness and inhaled a sweet serene environment just the way you like it.
In this new world which we create for ourselves, we get to become better persons and realise that every other person who perfectly maintains his sanity created a world for himself. Find that which gives you inner peace. That which delights you. Find inspiration. Find motivation. Find yourself.
Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 7:20 AM UTC
words true as they may seem...harmless as they sound but filled with the uncertainties of an eruption.... HE HATES ME
his sweet and calm calm aura repels against me. His hear bleeds because of me, his mind curses the day we met. His head reject memories of me. HE HATES ME
I who once brought joy and happiness, once created laughter and peace of mind, now turned to an object of spite! pleading with a face covered with shame and a body so worthless.
I lost focus on what's important and like a reckless driver, I lost direction. I hope my actions won't make him same. I hope my unfaithfulness doesn't drive a man with a good heart away. I hope it doesn't lead him astray. For then, I wouldn't be able to live with myself. HE MATES ME.
Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 7:16 AM UTC
*I WANT TO BE A DUO. TO EXIST BOTH ON THE PAGES OF NY BOOKS AND IN
REALITY. I DO NOT WANT TO EXIST ONLY ONE ON PLATFORM. IF IT IS
POSSIBLE I WOULD BE BOTH KING AND SLAVE.I AM NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO
FEELS SO, CHINUA ACHEBE ONCE WROTE "A WRITER'S LIFE, ONE THAT EXISTS
IN THE WORLD OF THE PAGES OF HIS OR HER STORY AND THEN SEAMLESSLY
STEPS INTO REALITIES OF EVERYDAY LIFE".
GREAT ARE MY DESIRES AND WILLINGNESS BUT SHALLOW ARE MY PURSUITS. I
MAY START NOW WITH THE STRENGTH OF A GAZELLE BUT WITHIN A FORTNIGHT,
I WILL BE IN THE TOP SPEED OF A SNAIL.
BUY THIS DAY, I PLEDGE TO MYSELF THAT COURAGE I SHALL NOT LACK,
STRENGTH SHALL NOT DEPART AND FORESIGHT BE MADE AT HOME,NEVER TO
LEAVE.
BUT SLOWLY, SLOWLY,
IT HAPPENS AGAIN.*
Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 7:15 AM UTC
25th august, 2016.
I am not mute; I am one who writes things I feel in a spellbound manner.
I am not dumb; I speak so loud through the words i scribble down.
i am not fragile or mild; i am the bravest man alive. For only thr
bravest dare to write how they truely feel without minding who reads.
I am not full of flaws; I make mistakes so i can learn from it and
rise to a greater hieght.
I am not the villian; I am the hero who seeks to protct you from the
unknown through my words.
I am not the dictator; I am the light to the masses for i am both
leader and slave.
I am not just character and pages; I am creator of a world you live
in through imagination of my pages.
I am not a literary excuse for being a waste to humanity; I am with
gifted hands, holding firm the light of truth and just, directing to
the right path.
I am not just another madman on the streets; I am the most san person
with so many vast interpretations.
i am not a trouble maker or a vagabound with no use; I am just a
peace maker who seeks right what is wrong.
I can exist in times and places I choose to because I am who I am
I AM A WRITER1
Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 7:09 AM UTC