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Born Nov 2016
As time trickle down the stream,we bow down to fate, saluting the years
Born Oct 2015
Why do I have  a feeling
this is going to  be like those poems
like theirs and yours

maybe for sure
this.. a flop
flop poem
terrible flute

before all this
chandelier was a beauty
until it fell
and crushed into so many tiny pieces

I wrote tequila to get over it
but
hand me a glass
a bottle of scotch
a paper and pen
tears will be my ink

why this poem
why Why this poem

a string is missing from my guitar
something doesn't feel right
my vocal is gone
my notes and..... that poem

oh
I meant this poem
this titanic piece
am about to write

it doesn't look great
the iceberg
the icicles on our heads
wait
why am I seeing dolphins
I thought this was  that poem
Born Nov 2015
May the Devils  blessing be upon  you
Curse be upon you


This are the prayers that am left with
It is bad
It was bad, crafted so bad
I couldn't breathe  

It's raining outside
I can't think
I can't see anything

Mine innocence taken
And bullets am given

I have a family
I had a family
am not retreating
am not surrendering

I've  seen people **** people
But i shot her just to save her


If i told you my story
They'll think am a beast
they'll believe that I am the  devil
Born Sep 2017
When nobody thought that your words
Were worth a dime  
still remember that
The world needs poets

When she lost her child
But still Clinging on her remains
and the once beauty eyes are now pale
and words stuck on her throat
You'll remember that
The world needs poets

When you got down on one knee
and the look on her face
rendered you speechless
You'll know that
The world needs poets


When the world is burning
democracy on trial
and your rights assumed
You'll wish that
The world knew a poet

When your heart bleeds
and memories suffocate you
cause every season is like winter without him
and a voice inside you asks
"did you think being a lover was easy"?
then you'll know that
Only a poet can answer that question
Born May 2015
This is it
am done singing insane tales

your going
your leaving

then be gone
leave before dusk



this is it
am done with the agonizing lies
am not your victim of fairy tales
and the lies that you feed as truth  

This is it
Take off your mask
I can see you for the monster you are

this is it
am done with your marvelous words
that slit throats
Born Oct 2014
Silence
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beep

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Electrocardiography

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Echoes



Beeping, beep...beeeep

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Beep
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Cancer *****,I know
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what if you had a week to live

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Would you make the most of it








What would you do

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Beep



beep



Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep










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have you ever tried to only focus on things that only matter
Born Jun 2017
Will not make you feel better about your hate
Your certified misspelled life that echoes solitude
Your craving for purpose
but still clinging to your virtual reasoning

This poem will not clot your wounds
neither be your salvation in your agony
or your hope in your fading conviction

This poem is not for the faint hearted
Or obtuse sluggish thoughts
the ones with trifling victories of life
that are swept away inevitably

This poem is nothing but a speck of your lives
it'll not suffice your haplessness
Or your pitiful endeavors

This poem will not reborn your hope
Whether it was written by Born
Or not
Born Jul 2017
She doesn't care,
about her opulent background

She doesn't keep tabs with murmured tales,
the ones that divinely described her character
and her enviable beauty

She's just a girl
who wanted to feel love

She's the girl who loved him
despite his craters

She's the girl
who believed in happy endings

She's the girl
who's heart was teased into love

She's just a girl
with a grief stricken heart

She's the girl who believed ,
love is a beautiful dalliance


She's the girl who loathes
this poem
Born Oct 2017
This poem is wounded
Written with bleeding trembling fingers,
creating Choking suffocating imagery
death has never been this painful

This poem is crying
tearing for what's lost never to return  

This poem is tragic
stitching Whatever's left of your heart

This poem is a movement
giving voice to the oppressed
fighting for equality and justice
in a very cold world

This poem is your future
Modeling you for success
reminding you
even if it's a world filled with malice
there's still beauty in it
Born Apr 2018
There is truth in poetry
If you sit down and slowly decipher the meaning  of that metaphor
But be careful
The truth in poetry is like cyanide
Slowly it will devour you
Your down in the floor
Gasping for air
Your lungs collapsing
Blood coming out of your ears and eyes
Your suddenly screaming, but
Nobody
Can
Hear
You

But before you go through it all
I want to remind you that poetry has repetition
For your own sake the truth is being screamed at you
In repetition
So that you don't go and knock your head off your neck
Forcing us, to write an emotive eulogy of how
you almost tasted the truth.
Inspiring your progenies to passionately embark on that journey
to sniff the truth in poetry
While all along
Its been smeared right on their faces
Born Mar 2019
Poet aka lower low

Ugh! Here he comes
I should have known that a poem like you
Would wild so much speculations
Drawing big crowds and
Enticing them to decipher your rhetorics

Now I remember
You said it was for "philosophical thinkers"
Such a big word for a mere poem like you
Who for some reason
likes to rule out its readers as nothing but insolent idiots

I thought you traded complexity for gratification
Isn't that your end game afteral
Cause comprehensive analysis of your ideology
Wouldn't delve out any logical meaning
Or let's go a step further and call it a doctrine
A cup of tea for your ego


Poem

Listen you muggot , idiot
or whatever you self identify yourself as
I've never felt the need to dumb down my
Unfathomable intelligence to your
Lower low level
but the universe wouldn't have it any other way


I can see the poverty of your lexicon
written  to please your fellow peasants
Look at me, am the multiplicity of a thousand  beings
a thirst that can never be quenched

How dare you grace yourself
With your redundancy
Your quite naive lower low

Here is an imagery for you

I'm smoking Mayan sicars
Most expensive cigars you've never heard of
Cause your too busy being a mediocre

Just for clarification
I wouldn't want to be stopped to your level
People would start talking
Creating assumptions and damaging my reputation
Imagine a poem like me being written by a poet like you
Jeez! I'd rather die
A conversation between a poet and a poem
Born Jul 2017
When love is enough

When greed is vanquished

When the tears of the homeless are wept

When we can  feel the winter in there bones

when we stand by our fellow beings in there darkest hours

When we leap with lepers

When we eat with the poor

When you're frustrated, all you hear is the opposition that, the government here, and the people t h e r e

When you know that your yesterday was worse and nothing is being done to assuage your pain today

When we refuse to be ruled by heartless tyrants

When we explore more on creativity that is being drained

When  we shake the system back to its rhythm
Born Apr 2017
Memories, memories grinding your brain
Scorching wound opening up
A prisoner in your own body
A prisoner in my own body

Sigh! exhausting pain
Reminiscing on those days
When icicles is all that mattered
When we were busy
Paper chasing
Life chasing
Dream mending
Afraid of being popped
Holding on a hopeless rope
Screaming at the top of my lungs

God......
I know you got me
Am a sinner but I know you got me
Born Apr 2017
We were diamonds
Riding on a carriage of dreams
that kept us going

Courageous despite smoky years
eyes on the price
believing its what we wanted

But it ain't what most people think it is
You follow it and it becomes an obsession
and you stray further from reality

You keep wanting and not living
Life becomes a dream
all you had to be was happy

Don't chase a false reality
contentment is what matters


Stuck
In a world filled with greed
and cynic beings
longing for What never was
Born May 2017
she's a corrosive story
Hidden within a mirror
Never to be heard again

As I gulp down my favorite cheap *****
I wondered  with amazement at my ignorance
And the vicious adage that crippled me
love is blind

You were a ruthless callous soul
and still
remnants of your cold heart still linger in my thoughts
loving you was devastating
Born Jul 2017
I wondered
What if the blame fell on me
stretched on my hammock
Feeling the despair of the fading dawn
and the striking of the sun rays on thy sagging skin
a sky encaged by darkness

Wheeling the blame as I mourn
the loss of my heart was a blow
reminiscing on the nights you moaned
the feeling of love and ecstasy reborn
peeking at the tales to most unknown

A potent heart
Confined to her social being
Glittering it's tales
Which laid her oddity
Blue iced eyes
Irresistible

As Days screamed into years
a once exuberant face dimmed into darkness
Nostalgia of those withering days
ailing into a feeble poet
Collaborated with the voyager
Born Aug 2017
The smile that suffers
The void that felt heavier
The green eyes filled with craters

The life we wanted wasn't meant for us
The stars we held crushed before us
The love we chased couldn't have us
The dreams we had crippled us
The days we moaned with passion are behind us

The perfect story has been loathed
The yelling and fights has been silenced
The tears has been iced
The bright sky has been covered
The beautiful memories has been devoured

The glaciers covered the heart
The mistakes filled with dirt
The tragic stories that hurt
Born Oct 2014
I wish I could skip some pages of my memories
reminiscing most of unwanted thoughts
feels like all of my life
i have been waking up on the wrong side of bed

Life is full of commas,
at-least mine is.
am not complaining
i don't wanna question God
he wrote this one for me

I never told nobody
the things that go around me
i was afraid to be pushed
i was afraid to fall down

All alone with my worst fears
feeling the echoes of my thoughts
i need someone or something to hold on to
i needed to be told
everything is going to be okay

Lord make me a rainbow
ive suffered
and got myself addicted to things
the truth hurts
i have let my heart fall

My future is soo bright
but my past so ugly
i just want to correct it all
but it all still hunts me
am locked in this chambers

.
*secluded in my thoughts of fears
Born Sep 2019
it flew away,
nothing to hold it back,
never to return
Born Mar 2015
Am growing feeble and older
am history,a forgotten sentence
a word covered in dust
a prose stuck in the mud
a rhyme waiting to flow

I've had enough of your blows
"I was once a great writer" but you ain't anymore
I might spit words that will get you choked
the days of future past belongs to the old


You are a fool young linguist
you strive for dust,
believing it's gold
quench your thirst,
but don't live life fast
you might turn into rust

hey
am still a toddler
who breaks hearts
and still fills much stronger


breaks hearts!
you've been waiting for months,
weeks and centuries
to be told I love you
but as for me
for every word i wrote
they fell in love
Born Aug 2015
At 15 I taught him some of my best curse words

we grew older,
and he shared a bottle of whisky just to whisk my days away

then we grew more older,
and I taught him how to fire a rifle,

it was indeed fun, too much fun,he killed a couple of birds and also managed to ******* his favourite dog

Then we grew more older,
and he shared his charming secrets that girls fall for

Then we grew more older,
and I shared my love for music, jazz to be exact, how peaceful it felt listening to it


Then we grew more older,
we tried to fall in love
and opted for Canon
but
Born Sep 2019
This is to us
The ones who've been broken
Shattered and felt like dying

Pour yourself a drink
Take a long sip
And know that you'll make it
Born Jun 2017
Finding hope at the dimming tunnels

Can
            be
                     Illusive

My heart paused when I opened the casket
.
     .                 .
          .        .     .
              .            .
                              .
                                .
                                  .
and saw that you were still dead

A promise of happy ever after was

B           o            e
      R            k              n


            ­                                             Caught
                                          between
                                  fate
                         and
          destiny

I
Clung
To
Those
Scratched
tears
on
the
wall
Born Jun 2018
Where do we belong
Tell me what you've seen
a kindred spirit lingers in my mind
at a sound of a touch

How do you do this
Behave like  a hell forgotten song
while trying to concur the sky
a virtual reality horror show
that started
at the sound of a touch

Start
Packing and running for safety
that's what happens
if you trade
strength for weakness
at the sound of a touch

touch
Pictures came with a touch
but we were never attached
you were just a voyeger in my dream
who left footsteps  it seems
at the sound of a touch
Born Jun 2015
I wish you were here
I could tell you stories of the galaxies
how beautiful the sky was
how brighter my days felt
when the stars shined brightest

But now you are a goner
It's tragic and sudden, your departure

am just here
still here thinking about us
days lost
Years never spent

am still here
in this darker corner
with your memories

But reality dawns
and I know it's true
I can no longer reach out
And touch you

I'll see you again
when it's time for my own setting sun
Born Sep 2019
and it failed
resuscitated to no avail
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 Oct 2017
It is the truth that matters,
my truth or your truth settles it
but a well constructed lie is better than the truth,
it's been woven and embedded in our heads like a tumor seeking prosperity,
or let's just say propaganda motivates people.
Yet here we are all screaming for it.
I am certainly worn out,
clearly struggling to live in such a dichotomous world.
But, let's take a moment to resurrect something valuable.
CARE .
Care enough to think.
Born Aug 2015
Tell me something about hoes and prostitutes that I don't know


Something about shame
Lost dignity
tarnished pride
echoes
                    and
                      
                                    echoe­s
of lost innocence


The untold stories
still unfolding

Your drunk now
You puke then
You've passed out after

Seconds ago
You were "high" on everest
something that comes with youth
being zillious
or just  "swag" they insist
Born Nov 2014
When am drunk I go to heaven
When am drunk I can die before I wake
When am drunk the devil  came inside
When am drunk I forget about the knife buried deep in my heart
When am drunk am a lonely *******
When am drunk I need to survive
When am drunk your body, *** the berries on your lips


When am drunk I wish for  your head on a silver platter
When am drunk I grieve for an exit door
When am drunk I only think about you
When am drunk I carry your sins
When am drunk I would have pulled off your skin
When am drunk I swallowed the fire and fueled the gasoline inside me
When am drunk remember I loved you
Born Dec 2016
When I wrote "Muse 'atrocities of the heart"
a friend of mine thought
that was the darkest poem he has ever read

I thought
well, yeah, probably
but that was me opening my heart


Soothing
Letting go
Moving on

This is how we all heal
hoping for a better tomorrow
Born Aug 2015
Just a pill for the crown
It doesn't matter what you think
Just a drink for the throne
it doesn't matter if it's your blood

Just a pill for the crown
In the ages of years l drown
pain in my body I toil
under the sun my blood boils

Just a pill for the crown
to pay what belongs to Cesar
my hands  full of blisters
they speak tales of a dwindling faith
the crown indeed,is merciless


If only you understood earth
Instead of creating your own demise
you wouldn't have time for me
and you wouldn't judge me

I strive for gold
With pride that I don't hold
don't call me greedy
I've stormed through tough sea's
Born Mar 2016
Many years ago
a possible
love story was formed

It began like
every other story
a gaze that
stops time
and a very bad idea

Not his bad idea
hers



for some reasons
that day he was loaded
with anger
He desperately wanted to smash something

Lucky for him
a thief showed up
a girl thief
it didn't matter to him
cause he wanted to smash something
or someone in this case
He drew his sword and they danced for awhile


  
  He didn't
   believe in love
   but she said
   this is our love story
  
   He laughed so hard and said
   the kinda love story
   that I want to **** someone
   and you just show up
Born Jul 2015
When am gone
have them put up a lane
Just to remember my name

am that guy who used to be here
writing about the Spears
that I've received over the years
Born Aug 2017
Jenny is in love with Rick
Took awhile before rick confessed his virtual feelings


She replied I love you and sent a couple emojis
to show some happiness
now Rick is bursting with excitement that she loves him too
the heart emoji said it all

so he goes ahead and screenshot his onscreen feelings
and shares it with pals in his group
Tom: that's what's uuuup
Money bags: you got it bro
el: you ma *****
George: that ***** is yours papi

Now Jenny's feelings are itching
I must tell my girls am soon gonna get engaged
She tweets
Shares
And
Post on everyone's wall

I FOUND MY BETTER HALF

it's 8pm the girls are getting together
to celebrate the great news and
to watch a reality show
then followed by that series


It's now 1am,everyone is kissing goodbyes
we all forgot to talk about Jennys boyfriend
but once we reach home, we'll text our emotions
The emoji, will say it all
We're losing the very reason why we are humans. Shelving and locking our humanity for virtually reality
Born Feb 2015
All I see is familiar faces
Worn out faces
Full of messes

You thought that earth is full of greatness
With amazing kisses
And melodious voices

You can't take it so you numb the pain
You stay high to break from the chains
Your broken heart am praying
that you make it out alive

Shining like stars but screaming
hopeless and scattered in pieces
but you still yarn for his caresses   and kisses
this earth a cruel palace
Born Sep 2015
Sometimes death hurts less than  life
Born Jul 2015
There's beauty in sin
Born Feb 2017
I love the illusion earth has to offer
the vanity
the supposed happiness
that I cling to
Forgetting that
Every good thing
Must come to an end
Born Jun 2017
pain demands to be felt
Born Dec 2016
A heartless monster knocks
.
a Roaring voice strikes
.
Solitude is all I wanted
.
I  fear for the impending peril
.
My heart skips
.
Dear God
.
I long for heaven
.
have I earned it
Born Jul 2014
am just under the sun,life never goes on.
A story
war
Born Jul 2014
war
I still struggle to remove myself from restraint of destiny
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 Oct 2017
Close your eyes  
and take a look at your heart

What do you see

do you see it Stapled on the wall
unable to move

do you see it numbed to the pain that surrounds you
unable to care

do you see it suffocating and choking with ignorance
that it's been Coated with

do you see it fumbling on the floor
screaming for morphine

do you see it running, crawling
hoping for redemption

do you see the weight of the world crushing it
while you lose yourself

do you see it shackled, loveless
asking for help
Born Sep 2017
I am Born
For whatever reasons Born seemed to be the most appropriate name
Camouflage or not, I don't know
But
Don't  bother asking  where am from
cause earth is round and we are all on it
With different stories
heavenly or earthly, it is what it is


When am gone
I want you to remember me as a friend
a friend who opened up to you
Good  evil, bad or worse
I am a friend who found peace in poetry

when am gone
I want you to say that
He liked to call his poems pieces
Pieces symbolized that it could mean anything
It could be
a piece of art
a Piece of love
a Piece of ache
Or a Piece of life  


When am gone
My words and my heart will be Stapled here
Born Mar 2015
When you wake up from a sudden  dream and your heart is on your throat

When love becomes blur

When your heart is dreaded,you end up joining 'I can't breathe' support group

When you realise in life your either a predator or a prey

When you enjoy sin,like a beautiful dalliance

When light is a little further and darkness a little closer

When your words are all that you have left
Born Nov 2014
When the line between right and wrong becomes blur

When she's the reason you suffocate

When heaven is a little farther and hell a little closer

When poets stop writing and their inks clot with sorrow

When fear turns into rage

When your soul is turned into  ashes and you know your fate is certain

When silence is all that exists

When you cannot distinguish
between love and hate.

When curse taints the saints

When you can see my tears in the rain

When you realise she's not the angel you were after but the demon you've been running from

When your in the dark for so long,light feels like an illusion

When you still cling to the way things were instead of letting them be what they are
Born Nov 2014
What's the point of reaching for the stars,if your just gonna block the moon

What's the point of dreaming if your gonna wake up

What's the point of speaking, if nobody listens

What's the point of knowing that guy,if he's  just stupid crazy or both

What's the point of being in love, if we're just gonna hurt each other

What's the point of having a heart,if he's  just gonna rip it out

What's the point of preaching, if nobody learns

What's the point of being alive, if your dead inside
Born May 2018
Upon thee existence, pain and suffering rested
Patiently waited
For what is life without you being tasted


Weren't you baited into smiling
Apocalyptic laughter
the one we all crave for
an impending void

Its okey to cry
He said;cry my dear ,let it all out
But ,at the back of her mind
She couldn't help that itching thought
Why all this suffering?
Why me?
Where is God
Why am I shaken
Why am I broken


When all hell brakes loose
Is there love
To match the pain
Or do we trade on hope
a desperate move
to meek at the future
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