Bello Micheal Oluwatimileyin

Bello Micheal Oluwatimileyin Jan 9

Corpses of words litter my lips,
adorned with embellishments of ellipses.
I speak in tongues of madness, yet
papers crumple, lifeless, devoid of muse.

Darkness streaks across the skyway like faraway stars,
a lone luminary twinkling before me.
Meanwhile, my mind creaks with a low hum,
a spectator to the whirlwind thoughts that dissipate into nothing.

Through my varied feelings, truth slips away,
bad words shatter their chains, and darkness loses its shadow.
I hope for a tryst that awakens the muse,
and a tongue that speaks the muse, in all its hues.

~Mikelson

#YPCweeklychallenge

When you have a lot to write but cannot connect to your muse. We have many visual and auditory scenes that can arouse us to write. The earth pleads with tears, we see it on the street, in the house as parents-child suffer backlash.

You can write again and again and again until you come alive again as an executioner.

#darkness #muse

Bello Micheal Oluwatimileyin Jan 5

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Definitely, there are backgrounds ready to either cover your picture or to reveal your picture.
Life's best live in its slow motion.

~Mikelson

Live your signature behind, it'll trail you and rat you out.

Condolences

#poetry #beauty #background

Bello Micheal Oluwatimileyin Jan 5

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I enter this poem with one hand,
gripping the towel against the white board.
My feet fight balance, teetering on fulcrum,
my heart absorbs the meaning like a fragrance.

It's like yesterday when I entered a big classroom. The inside was empty. You can shout at the classroom at it'll haul your insult at your face. I gripped the towel I was holding and scrub it on the large board but the board is too hard to clean. So I had to add water to scrub the surface so as to make it clean. This action proceeded for some minutes and tiredness was hanging like a weight on my outstretched hand and my two legs which was maintaining the balance.

The board is our mind. We become what we see, hear etc. Our mind is very important. To stay healthy, we must absorb good content but when it becomes bad, we scrub harder.

Life is a platform of both rest and unrest.

#poetry #life

Bello Micheal Oluwatimileyin Jan 3

irony of solitude

Do not mind what a poet tells you,
it is an ellipsis, find the missing truth.
The title of an elder is not an umbrella
to shield a child's head from life's heavy rain.

When the storm comes, the child's head becomes
as empty as the facade of a hollow title.
Do not deceive when tomorrow's dawn foretells
the fate that awaits, like a burning forest's spell.

In that inferno, the bandits of deceit
are consumed by the flames, their power defeated.
Nothing lasts forever, for the world itself
is a fragile paperclip, destined to be folded into nothingness.

~Mikelson

#paperclip #fragile #ellipses

Bello Micheal Oluwatimileyin Jan 3

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The light piercing the window peregrinates through my shadowy memories. It's hazy. My head pounds like a festive drum. A fleeting memory flashes, an anachronism that's quixotic. I try to use complex language to mask my shame, ashamed as I am of my limerence for my blood sister. Yesterday, I crushed her desires, silencing them amidst the soothing susurrus of the trees, a secret pose, covert and hidden. Now, the ebulient joy of yesterday has given way to her stained blood beside me, her nape clutching the bedsheets as she snores. That's why I know I am destined to fail.

~Mikelson

Bello Micheal Oluwatimileyin Jan 3

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Nothing can **** well enough than a gradual death, a slow suicide. Internationally, it steals your breathe with a precise increase of choke but you still enjoy the little escape of the air from the plant to your lung.

Suicide is not suitable to be fast, quick and instant. It's a clog, constant deep-throw of ******* into the mouth of a flowing water. That's suicide.

~Mikelson

Suicide is not instant

#suicide

Bello Micheal Oluwatimileyin Jan 3

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Nothing
works
better
than a sole that breaks silence,
then
comes
the
patter patter of rain
that
breaks
the
sweltering
air.

~Mikelson

Nature's sweet, but it's a message, like telegram.

#sweltering #air #rain