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muyiwa-oyinloye
Nigerian Nigerian kid. Hopeless romantic. Rap enthusiast. All round nice guy
We got here yester night My lady of light and I We are in the land of the pharaohs We are in Cleopatra’s throes   As I stare at the pyre of Giza I behold a stunning vista Peeking from behind the pyre The shiny belt of the great hunter   Orion watching over us A good thing to keep in mind And with his belt us- He doth bind   Tis the night of love Tis the season of affection God watches from above We have his full attention   I stare at my darling’s moonlit face And upon me settles an ache A stray hair I tuck back in place A quick kiss I lean in to take   Our ups and downs we’ve had Fights come and gone like a fad Thru every foul mood Firm our love has stood   Three quick thanks I whisper: One to my lady for loving One to the saint for dying And one to the Father for everything
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Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 5:44 PM UTC
Valentine's
The truth is I don't know how to start this, I've written so many For so many people not worth but a penny I made up my mind stuff like this wasn't worth it A waste of my emotion with simply no benefit So believe me when I say I lost my touch For love anthems laden with emotion I was naught but an out of tune violin Grinding out notes with a screech and a lurch Then you came along and it all makes sense And all the ones before you fade to past tense Your laugh and the way you hold my hand Make me feel like the king of the land And now I feel maybe once more I can believe in love like I did before Maybe my out of tune violin can make music Because in you I've found my tonic Pretty bebe don't make me write in vain Cos then I'll have naught to mask my pain Love me, and just me, nobody else Love me, and just me, nobody else
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Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 1:58 PM UTC
Love me, Just me
I'm deteriorating, Slowly fading to black I'm barely out the gates Yet I feel like a weather beaten hack What's the point to life? With its fake friends, fake smiles and lost dreams I look around me and my shoulders sag This is not the stuff of boyhood dreams What's the point to life? A ferocious cycle of failure and heartbreak What's my greatest fear? Unfulfilled potential and lost stakes I shouldn't be feeling like this but at twenty I've got so much hanging on me Prematurely coming of age Midwifed by letdowns and rookie mistakes But they don't know, they cant see Hazarded guesses is all they can take At the turmoil and torment I mask with wide smile and firm handshake I'm a man, I've got to be strong Bear the consequences of my past You don't know and you never will A jot of the pain I hold fast The way of my parents seems right But putting all my eggs in one basket Is not a smart move I don't think Christianity my have some answers, but cant crack the whole racket
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Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 10:03 AM UTC
Deteriorating
Did you even think it twice? Ending our union with a vise, Sad to say, I saw it coming I just never took the warning Red eyes I'll wear to sleep tonight Eyes that'll never again see light
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May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 4:46 PM UTC
DESIRE
There’s a full moon out tonight The air is cold and my head is light The house feels big and empty My heart is sad and lonely A half hour to midnight It’s almost time For the day to end and the clock to chime I lay in bed, tucked safe and tight I write by a torch I write bout a lot A baby in a cot A beat down church My mate’s deep snores Are making me sore My torch goes dim My patience wears thin
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Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 10:26 AM UTC
Countdown to Midnight
Wild and uncontrollable, We start off our life's journey, Sweet and totally lovable, We stick to the legs of mommy, Five years down we're wild again Impetuous, rambunctious, we're total pains All the adults taken in, By our impish grins. We're ten years old we're big and bold We'll take on all comers, young and old, We totally love life, it's one big game All forms of reponsibility, totally lame Five years on we're fifteen Big things popping in our early teens All of a sudden we're girls and we're boys New experiences on us like toys. We're adults now, we're twenty Things to do on our list aplenty Impish grins don't work no more We've got to work our fingers till they're sore We laugh a lot through our dull eyes We've mastered deception like its basic math The slightest pokes incur our wrath Twenty five finds us cold as ice. I'm just nineteen I couldn't tell you, Of all the years after Two and Five One thing I know that is true Live everyday like it's your last alive If it's a hundred years of breath you get, Or if you had to kick the 'ket 'fore you got your feet wet The moral story contained in my longest poem yet Make life pay through it's nose like it owes you a debt.
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Jul 31, 2012
Jul 31, 2012 at 8:17 AM UTC
Aging
I'm writing on my feet I'm writing on a sheet I'm writing on a budget Feels like writing in a closet Yeah, a budget of air Limited oxygen's a dangerous affair I scribble like the last seconds of a test The words come tumbling out Like bees from a nest And then suddenly its over My mind's been bared It's like my closet's been aired I breathe easy and I smile I put my pen down and walk the last mile
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Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 4:43 AM UTC
Writing on a Budget
1.   Lying on my back on a floor concrete I stare at little bats as they flit Across the night sky to where they meet And talk about what they'll eat 2.  Asleep all day awake all night Love the dark and hate the light Creatures of darkness or so it seems Will I see you in my dreams? 3.   My gaze shifts to the ****** moon Half full to lose it soon Wolves to herald your zenith Vampires to glory beneath 4.   Dark it grows now I need a torch I write as I stare at the church A cry of prayer goes up My well of ink's dried up
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Jul 21, 2012
Jul 21, 2012 at 2:53 PM UTC
Bats, Moons, Vampires and all the above
1. Nocturne, Nocturne, mercy me Your pull, your glow, has got me In a fix, in a mess, can you see? Are you good, good for me? 2. In this bog of night A mate, a friend I find And now it's okay, it's perfectly fine In this bog of nocturne, your hand in mine
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Jul 21, 2012
Jul 21, 2012 at 2:40 PM UTC
The Bog of Nocturne
1.  Shutting the world out is a sacred art Open only to the strong at heart Holding em off with a fake *** smile A guess at your thoughts is off by a mile 2.  While like every other art its got its flaws You're guaranteed protection from gaping jaws Of 'friends' hell bent on making you lose Your focus and leave you wiping their shoes 3.  So while you bravely try to guard your heart In a box of fake smiles and weak 'I'm fines' You'll find it grows cold like a box of ice And leaves you spewing words that pierce like a dart.
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Jul 21, 2012
Jul 21, 2012 at 1:15 PM UTC
A Sacred Art