eseosaa - Hello Poetry

Death Is Essential. I say this not out of spite or hate Not out of love or rage But death is essential. If there's anything I thank the heavenly beings for, is that we can opt out of life They say life is a blessing but to me, there's no greater power than having the option to die To simply stop existing, to simply take away the pain for good. D.I.E And they say "no, life is worth living", worth what exactly? The bills? The politics? The war? The hate? The racism? Terrorism? Religion? Tell me how much life is truly worth. D.I.E All the work, all the joy, all the love, all the pain, all the shame, everything just to end up 6 feet deep in the dirt Rotten, stinking, forgotten, grieving So what's life truly worth? They tell you you're important, that you matter, just to keep you working, just to keep you in the cycle You work, you love, you reproduce, you keep working, you're in debt, you're in **** then you die, leaving your offspring to continue the cycle, the madness, all alone and the cycle repeats. D.I.E Love won't keep alive forever neither will hate neither will money, we shall all see the pearly gates D.I.E We will all die at the end, so why am I the bad guy for opting out early? For taking the "easy way out" D.I.E. Death is a blessing Death is a curse Death is a burden Death is joy Death is freedom Death is redemption Death Is Essential. When my mind began to cloud, i began thinking out loud.

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May 6, 2025

May 6, 2025 at 2:31 PM UTC

eseosaa

D.I.E (Trigger warning)

Death Is Essential. I say this not out of spite or hate Not out of love or rage But death is essential. If there's anything I thank the heavenly beings for, is that we can opt out of life They say life is a blessing but to me, there's no greater power than having the option to die To simply stop existing, to simply take away the pain for good. D.I.E And they say "no, life is worth living", worth what exactly? The bills? The politics? The war? The hate? The racism? Terrorism? Religion? Tell me how much life is truly worth. D.I.E All the work, all the joy, all the love, all the pain, all the shame, everything just to end up 6 feet deep in the dirt Rotten, stinking, forgotten, grieving So what's life truly worth? They tell you you're important, that you matter, just to keep you working, just to keep you in the cycle You work, you love, you reproduce, you keep working, you're in debt, you're in **** then you die, leaving your offspring to continue the cycle, the madness, all alone and the cycle repeats. D.I.E Love won't keep alive forever neither will hate neither will money, we shall all see the pearly gates D.I.E We will all die at the end, so why am I the bad guy for opting out early? For taking the "easy way out" D.I.E. Death is a blessing Death is a curse Death is a burden Death is joy Death is freedom Death is redemption Death Is Essential. When my mind began to cloud, i began thinking out loud.

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Do you know what I hate most about life? I hate that it pushes you around I hate that no matter how much control you think you have, you don't I hate it's uncertainty I hate it's prideful nature I hate that it's a bully I hate that it's a society I hate the expectations I hate it's constant change I hate the loneliness I hate the void I hate the desire I hate the constant chase I hate the lack of absolute peace I hate the culture I hate the religion I hate the division I hate the choices I hate the people Oh God, I hate the people I hate the routine I hate the essence of it But do you know what I hate the most about it? What I hate about life? That it does not end soon enough. When my mind started to cloud, I began thinking out loud.

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Sep 4, 2024

Sep 4, 2024 at 6:37 PM UTC

eseosaa

Hate.

Do you know what I hate most about life? I hate that it pushes you around I hate that no matter how much control you think you have, you don't I hate it's uncertainty I hate it's prideful nature I hate that it's a bully I hate that it's a society I hate the expectations I hate it's constant change I hate the loneliness I hate the void I hate the desire I hate the constant chase I hate the lack of absolute peace I hate the culture I hate the religion I hate the division I hate the choices I hate the people Oh God, I hate the people I hate the routine I hate the essence of it But do you know what I hate the most about it? What I hate about life? That it does not end soon enough. When my mind started to cloud, I began thinking out loud.

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My Obim <3 Oh how I miss you dearly, I miss your face, I miss your smile, I miss your laughter, I miss your dial. My Obim <3 2 years has passed and I just now can mourn your loss, I miss your smell, I miss our moments, I miss our childish acts, I miss our stories, I miss our sinful ways, We promised that we would grow old together We would share our hearts forever. Oh my Obim <3 How I miss you my love And no, this is not a letter to the dead This is the mourning of a friendship lost We mourn the end of a boyfriend, girlfriend, husband, wife But no one talks about the loss of a friend, the end of a soul tie. We might never reconnect again But maybe in another life, we would work out to be good friends or maybe even sisters till the very end. I love you dearly Goodbye, My Obim <3 When my mind began to cloud, I began thinking out loud.

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May 14, 2024

May 14, 2024 at 7:48 AM UTC

eseosaa

Obim♥️

My Obim <3 Oh how I miss you dearly, I miss your face, I miss your smile, I miss your laughter, I miss your dial. My Obim <3 2 years has passed and I just now can mourn your loss, I miss your smell, I miss our moments, I miss our childish acts, I miss our stories, I miss our sinful ways, We promised that we would grow old together We would share our hearts forever. Oh my Obim <3 How I miss you my love And no, this is not a letter to the dead This is the mourning of a friendship lost We mourn the end of a boyfriend, girlfriend, husband, wife But no one talks about the loss of a friend, the end of a soul tie. We might never reconnect again But maybe in another life, we would work out to be good friends or maybe even sisters till the very end. I love you dearly Goodbye, My Obim <3 When my mind began to cloud, I began thinking out loud.

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I'm not happy. I'm not sad I'm not mad I'm not depressed My feelings aren't suppressed I'm not in distress I don't feel upset or oppressed I'm not just happy I'm numb Numb to life Numb to love Numb to pain Patiently waiting for death to take me away. When my mind began to cloud, I began thinking out loud.

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Jul 29, 2023

Jul 29, 2023 at 2:56 PM UTC

eseosaa

Are you happy?

I'm not happy. I'm not sad I'm not mad I'm not depressed My feelings aren't suppressed I'm not in distress I don't feel upset or oppressed I'm not just happy I'm numb Numb to life Numb to love Numb to pain Patiently waiting for death to take me away. When my mind began to cloud, I began thinking out loud.

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Is it bad that I am happy being away from YOU? Enjoying my loneliness and being in my head. Deep down, I don’t want to go back, I’m happy here, maybe even happier. Is that wrong of me? What does that mean? How can I escape from YOU? Maybe I should come home more, I think I need to be away from YOU more – for my own sanity. When my mind began to cloud, I began thinking out loud.

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Mar 18, 2023

Mar 18, 2023 at 6:11 PM UTC

eseosaa

Y.O.U pt.1

Is it bad that I am happy being away from YOU? Enjoying my loneliness and being in my head. Deep down, I don’t want to go back, I’m happy here, maybe even happier. Is that wrong of me? What does that mean? How can I escape from YOU? Maybe I should come home more, I think I need to be away from YOU more – for my own sanity. When my mind began to cloud, I began thinking out loud.

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He was a boy becoming a man He was a boy with dreams He was a boy who had life in him He was a boy who had love to give. He was a designer He was a youth He was a creative He was the truth Oke wanted to live Oke wanted a good life for his mum Oke wanted a good life for his brother Oke wanted a good life for his lover So much love to give So many more memories to make So many creatives to build So much history he could have made Oke was a man A man who died a boy A handsome boy, we will never know how handsome he would have been as a man. Oke wanted to take over the world He was designing his own life with everyone he loves by his side. Now, where is Oke? Where is his spirit? Where is his creativity? Where are his emotions? Where is his smile? He said "Nigeria won't end me" One Two Three Nigeria became the end of him. Gone to the ground, never to be remembered by the world just by those who truly love him. Where is Oke? Bury him in Satin Bury him with the winds Let his flesh touch the sands and his spirit land in the lord's hands Let his dreams die Let his love die Let his smile die Let him rest Where are you, Oke? Let me come with you Maybe then I would rest just like you Let's meet for the first time amongst the sand Let's shake hands and play in the dark Where are you, Oke? A Handsome boy never to be a man Sleep well Okay? Oke. When my mind began to cloud I began thinking out loud.

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Oct 22, 2020

Oct 22, 2020 at 9:33 AM UTC

eseosaa

O.K.E

He was a boy becoming a man He was a boy with dreams He was a boy who had life in him He was a boy who had love to give. He was a designer He was a youth He was a creative He was the truth Oke wanted to live Oke wanted a good life for his mum Oke wanted a good life for his brother Oke wanted a good life for his lover So much love to give So many more memories to make So many creatives to build So much history he could have made Oke was a man A man who died a boy A handsome boy, we will never know how handsome he would have been as a man. Oke wanted to take over the world He was designing his own life with everyone he loves by his side. Now, where is Oke? Where is his spirit? Where is his creativity? Where are his emotions? Where is his smile? He said "Nigeria won't end me" One Two Three Nigeria became the end of him. Gone to the ground, never to be remembered by the world just by those who truly love him. Where is Oke? Bury him in Satin Bury him with the winds Let his flesh touch the sands and his spirit land in the lord's hands Let his dreams die Let his love die Let his smile die Let him rest Where are you, Oke? Let me come with you Maybe then I would rest just like you Let's meet for the first time amongst the sand Let's shake hands and play in the dark Where are you, Oke? A Handsome boy never to be a man Sleep well Okay? Oke. When my mind began to cloud I began thinking out loud.

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I feel empty today. Unloved, broken and beat down. I hate this world, I hate this life, I hate my life. Whenever you’re ready, I surrender.

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Apr 13, 2020

Apr 13, 2020 at 6:49 PM UTC

eseosaa

Dear dairy

I feel empty today. Unloved, broken and beat down. I hate this world, I hate this life, I hate my life. Whenever you’re ready, I surrender.

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Christmas is a time of religion, a time for family a time for celebration, a time for food a time for songs, a time to be merry, never be wary a time for joy. Christmas this year was rather dull, every bite was sour every blink got darker, the hustle became harder and the bustle became realer. Christmas this year was nothing to remember, throats to dried up to sing, hearts flooded with sorrow to eat, the celebration became an abrasion. Santa got stuck in a fuel station this Christmas, his deer's needed a drink,no gifts nor wishes, everything seems so bleak. Christmas was just like any other month or day in the year, I've even seen better days i swear.

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Dec 25, 2017

Dec 25, 2017 at 8:34 PM UTC

eseosaa

Samtsirhc

Christmas is a time of religion, a time for family a time for celebration, a time for food a time for songs, a time to be merry, never be wary a time for joy. Christmas this year was rather dull, every bite was sour every blink got darker, the hustle became harder and the bustle became realer. Christmas this year was nothing to remember, throats to dried up to sing, hearts flooded with sorrow to eat, the celebration became an abrasion. Santa got stuck in a fuel station this Christmas, his deer's needed a drink,no gifts nor wishes, everything seems so bleak. Christmas was just like any other month or day in the year, I've even seen better days i swear.

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i had my heart broken an hour ago i cried for 40 minutes i still feel the burning sensation in my chest almost chocked on my own tears love isn't beautiful love is a tragedy. It was our anniversary yesterday, happiest day this year i had my heart broken an hour ago This tears would probably never dry up My chest would probably always hurt, but this is the end of love for me this is the end of us.

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Oct 2, 2017

Oct 2, 2017 at 5:08 PM UTC

eseosaa

An hour ago.

i had my heart broken an hour ago i cried for 40 minutes i still feel the burning sensation in my chest almost chocked on my own tears love isn't beautiful love is a tragedy. It was our anniversary yesterday, happiest day this year i had my heart broken an hour ago This tears would probably never dry up My chest would probably always hurt, but this is the end of love for me this is the end of us.

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Is it wrong to say that i love these tears hate my fears and avoid all cares does it make sense to say that i love you but i cant love you Im too in love with these tears Im too terrified of these fears the warmth of these drops rolling down my cheeks the warmth of your skin on mine palm to palm dusk to dawn. i don't love you anymore, My heart is too pure for you my love is too real for you to reciprocate my tears fall for you my heart bleeds for you but these tears are mine i'll pack it up and hide it under my bed these tears are mine You dont deserve my love i dont deserve this life. Take away my fears and leave me with my tears Give me all my love but take along my cares. These tears provide my warmth in the coldest nights. when my mind began to cloud i began thinking out loud.

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Sep 30, 2017

Sep 30, 2017 at 7:30 PM UTC

eseosaa

Warm.

Is it wrong to say that i love these tears hate my fears and avoid all cares does it make sense to say that i love you but i cant love you Im too in love with these tears Im too terrified of these fears the warmth of these drops rolling down my cheeks the warmth of your skin on mine palm to palm dusk to dawn. i don't love you anymore, My heart is too pure for you my love is too real for you to reciprocate my tears fall for you my heart bleeds for you but these tears are mine i'll pack it up and hide it under my bed these tears are mine You dont deserve my love i dont deserve this life. Take away my fears and leave me with my tears Give me all my love but take along my cares. These tears provide my warmth in the coldest nights. when my mind began to cloud i began thinking out loud.

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