a hundred pictures on her walls, a million more in her head; that girls soul has a thousand words for every one she's ever said.//

They were both light.
That's why they were attracted to each other,
why they were so good together.

But the thing most people don't understand about people of the light
is that their dark times are so engulfed in blackness,
their pain so deep in those times
that it's all but unbearable;
It's a wonder they make it out.  

And so if two stars burn out at the same time, and if for a while there is no light in either of them, they lose each other whilst trying to find themselves.//

(not finished, in memory of my grandparents, I miss you both

"INKS OF TRUTH"

A dedication

For Soul Survivor

''~~~~~~
There's A City called Hello Poetry
And in this city,
Lives A Woman of many colours
A Poetess with a kind heart
A Poetess of Class
A Woman that loves to care for all
She's a kind soul
Meandering through this city,
She has a heart devoid of hate

* A Motherly nature
Always hoping everyone is well
Find this woman and
Appreciate her
For her heart is pure
And Soul too kind
Have you heard about Soul Survivor
Or call her Catherine Jarvis?
She is the woman
She is a Mother
A Mother of Hello poetry
Find her now and appreciate her*

Ovi Odiete©

Dedicated to Soul Survivor

so many words hit me deep in the heart,
so many quotes engraved in my soul,
but nothing has ever given me life
quite like the sound of your 'hello'//

it's so easy for her,
when she's out alone during the day

she knows her worth,
she sees how she shines

and it's sad when they all come out,
you don't see her anymore

but I wonder;
even though she knows she's the brightest of them all

I wonder
if when the stars are out;
I wonder if the sun ever feels alone//

I've always loved the constellations;
I always felt as though somehow they were mine.

I'll never forget the day I discovered new ones here on earth and how happy I was to know they were actually made with me in mind.

Imagine how my soul smiled when I saw them for the first time.
Imagine how my heart exploded the first time I looked in your eyes.//

Secrets 

(v)
Well did he tell you the one about the brown haired girl? 
Different girl, different world 
Did he tell you he would invite her over, wait til you were gone and then ******* both over
Three days before he offers a ring, do you know who he offered his bed to?

(c)
I didn't think you knew about his secrets 
The lies he's been telling you 
I know you think he's perfect
Just want to let you know it isn't true 

I know you wanted him to love you
Sometimes I really think him to
But I just want to let you know, dear 
His secrets will haunt the both of you 

(v) 
Did he tell about the one
Where you and he would have a fight 
And then he would get all lonely 
And invite her over that very night

Did he tell how he fooled her
Into thinking he really cared 
And she just fell right into it 
Bet you didn't know there was history there 


(b)
And I'm not trying to sway you 
Not trying to change your made up mind
I really want you to be happy 
But I just think you deserve better than lies

My Sleeping Symphony

He was so intricately composed;
I would sometimes stare, in awe of this melodic form that lay next to me.

His heartbeat, the gentle metronome that his existence kept in tune with.

His breath was the purest voice my ears had ever heard. His words (when he was awake) were my favorite chorus; I would listen incessantly.

I could hear the music when I touched him,
I could hear the notes as my fingertips traced the curves of his skin.

When we kissed the moment before our lips met always seemed like hearing the first note of your favorite song on the way to your favorite place.

He was mine.
We were our own harmony.

His heartbeat was my favorite melody,
His existence was my favorite song.

Oh, but why did he have to sleep so long? //