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Born Mar 2020
The way things are going
Soon we'll be asking
What is good about this morning
With covid showing its might
And money literally loosing its value

Suddenly we remember those days
slaved away
Not lived, but skimmed
And your entire being
To its entirety
Flashes before you

And you begin to ask, is the virus
An enemy or a stern reminder
Of ways forgotten by many
Born Mar 2020
You sit down and grumble
Sulking about the world
With all its treachery
You should be spared

It's ludicrous you thought
What's happening, shouldn't
a pearl so captivating
a marvel of what was

Now, a life smeared with stained roses
Voyaging in an intricate uncharted territory
peeking, searching  for that speck of what isn't
But once upon, it was
Born Jan 2020
This emotional gabbage you people keep posting is draining me of all senses, am not complaining its your life. But seriously, silence is Gold. Life is simple, If they want you in their life they will be in your life.

Blaming everyone and seeking sympathy from God is as sad as your life can be, don't get me wrong, worship and seek guidance and clarity.
Align yourself with people who give a ****, we are all ****** up, trying to live while dragging our coffins with us. Yes! Death is real and we are all mortals,let that sink in.


Most importantly switch off your phone for once and connect with real people, not virtual reality. Am just a megabyte and  you are a kilobyte away, and not everyone cares, such is life

Signed without notoriety
Born Jan 2020
The truth is I didnt know
that the reality am slipping into
would hold me hostage
to an extent that I would  hate the truth
And it was all I had left
Born Jan 2020
Am a human, left alone to drown
stuck here, and all I remember is that you don't care
It's crazy how I remember you, like a fine nightmare
Like a story stitched, while hopelessly being held onto

Am a poem, scattered, but still breathing,
dying to be remembered while still living
Living in this drudgery times
Where reasons and lunacy seem
to hold the foundation of a desperate fate

Am a poet, drained and maligned
beaten and my hands broken
they said, go hang yourself
and the malice freely poured,
and a broken soul caved into,
the mighty brute
and I promise
Promised never to paint their existence
and with every stroke they were forgotten

Reduced to nothing but a speck
we tried
With every syllable
we tried
With every hand  written poem, slowly drifting to oblivion
We tried
Born Jan 2020
Struggles that know no bound
Gave this soul a peek
at a daring reality
a vitriolic beauty
sometimes forgotten
by many
Born Dec 2019
And am forced to make sense of everything
People cling to emotional stuff
And shove love down our throats

I care she said
That's why my tears never dry whenever you are far from here

That's why I die a little
Cause my brother felt sadnes
And my sister stumbled
And suddenly family is everything

But you have to wonder
What happens to family
If greed takes over

And the love for possessions
Takes away the love
And its value increases
And suddenly you care
And you care so much about the earth
And the wealth that blinds
Most if not all

But you don't care about them
Or love
And suddenly they
Ain't everything
But MONEY is everything
you thought
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