It is clear—
Like the sunny sky.
I went through this wrong,
So why must I follow everyone,
Believe their description of Him,
When they never touched Him
Like I did?
I understand—this is faith:
Knowing you might be wrong,
But not caring.
This is it, the final nail—
I shall carve my path,
With Him as my guide,
With pride and strength.
And if I am wrong?
So what.
This is my faith—
My unstoppable force,
My unmovable mountain.
— Oyeneyin Olufemisayo A.
Jun 22, 2025
Jun 22, 2025 at 6:27 AM UTC
On this path I walk,
On this road I drive,
I am hit with a question—
Now in His presence:
Where is me?
Must I give me for Him—
The me filled by scars from life,
Who learned and grew from each?
Where is the line
Where me starts
And He ends?
— Oyeneyin Olufemisayo A.
Jun 22, 2025
Jun 22, 2025 at 6:26 AM UTC
How does he do it?
Why does he do it?
Even through my bladed insults,
My vengeful soul—
He still waited for me,
Leaving a letter,
Waiting for my eyes:
His proof of love.
— Oyeneyin Olufemisayo A.
Jun 22, 2025
Jun 22, 2025 at 6:24 AM UTC
I know not the atrocities
Stored in your mind—
The gift life left inside.
But believe my words,
For it is truth:
It will heal.
The cuts left on you,
The bruises from man.
And in its wake—
Strength.
From its scabs—
Growth.
Jun 14, 2025
Jun 14, 2025 at 7:53 AM UTC
In this turbulent sea of life,
With waves of despair,
All we have is our little raft of hearts,
With its oar we call us.
But even in this raft,
Even within the storm,
We push.
For although our raft is small,
Although our oar is weak—
We move through it all,
Through the storms against us.
Jun 14, 2025
Jun 14, 2025 at 7:43 AM UTC
The dark alley,
Its ***** ground,
The sad children
With hungry sound.
This was my morning, afternoon, and night—
This was my life.
Of mud and mice.
Now, I lie on beds like clouds,
Wear clothes fit for kings,
And eat meals of gods.
Yes, I live a life of envy.
But at what cost?
My pure hands now stained with blood,
My soft heart turned to stone.
Yes, I have it all—
But at what cost?
Jun 11, 2025
Jun 11, 2025 at 2:53 AM UTC
Memories—
That is all I have.
Of your smile,
Of your touch,
Of your tears,
Of our time.
That is all I have—
Memories.
Fleeting memories,
Changing memories,
Fading memories.
And no prayer,
No science,
No ceremony,
No time—
Can change that fact.
Jun 11, 2025
Jun 11, 2025 at 2:51 AM UTC
I know not the atrocities
Stored in your mind—
The gift life left inside.
But believe my words,
For it is truth:
It will heal.
The cuts left on you,
The bruises from man.
And in its wake—
Strength.
From its scabs—
Growth.
Jun 11, 2025
Jun 11, 2025 at 2:50 AM UTC
🥀 1. My Spoiled Forgiveness
Whose fruit has begun to rot,
Due to neglect.
But who knows—
Maybe from it,
We can get delicious wine.
🍋 2. Bitter Mercy
A sour lemon,
That brings tears and pain
With each taste.
What is left—
But to sweeten it?
🍰 3. My Sweet Revenge
A cold dessert,
Made in remembrance,
Given to those
Who escaped death—
To land on my table.
Jun 10, 2025
Jun 10, 2025 at 4:29 AM UTC
Can my wounds be clothed
By the sands of time?
My dirt be cleansed
By its flowing stream?
My crimes forgotten
By its weathered hand?
Then tell me—
Which amount of days
Can mend my lies?
Which amount of weeks
Can dry their cries?
Which amount of years
Can let the pain die?
Please…
Tell me if time
Can truly do this.
Jun 9, 2025
Jun 9, 2025 at 3:31 PM UTC