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I am writing and I am angry
and i hope you understand it
when you are happy...
it is a thing i have to happy about...
even when i have lie and told the
true about my feel to the opposite of me
that i love her... which i really
do, i like them who so ever i
have asked out...
i do like them... i gain peace to
tell her what i feel about her

i am the child in this
century, i have made a big mistake
and it burning me heart.
i don't know how to move on
than to believe in my creator
God which is in Heaven about my
fate/ destiny...
I have been told i was in the
image of my God and when he created
me, he said i am good, in his
own image and likeness.

where am i getting it all
wrong... where did the word
ugly come from what is
the definition... i look at me
i see what they are really
saying... AM I UGLY?
is a question i ask me self
which is doubt, no confident
so i breed me-self to be
what i am not suppose to be.

they are after money, fame and
moving shoulder with the tops
breeding and living a life
so fake that you can
easier tell if i have the money
they will come with me
i have the swag but
that is not my reality
my reality is also a selfish
one, can i look for a less
lesser to make a friend and
do the growing together

instead looking for green
and handsome lady to compliment
their of me not a fine man/boy
my swag in life is to live
a life of wake up and go
work eat, pray, acknowledge
me is no creator of me-self and
I love Jesus, my cross is
seasonal and I want to hold that
cross forever....

Am I really Ugly?
why am I friend to them
but asking to be my partner
is war that break my heart
whenever I TELL MY FRIEND
I LOVE HER...
I LOST A FRIEND...
We are scared of being hack...
We secure our login details with cryptic passwords
& forget the actual is YOU!!!

If you doubt me
sign out from your social media
for one week
& See if you are really secure
Or you have been hacked as a Person.

The Actual hacks are not your devices,
But You!!!
Bio Hack...
social media
In the tapestry of time, a yearning plea,
"I want to remember it all of the life and in the next,
Never to forget any, a wish to set free."

Beneath the cosmic canvas, where stars converse,
A soul whispers, longing for memories to immerse.
Through the dance of epochs, a timeless quest,
To cradle life's moments in an eternal nest.

Sunsets ablaze, and dawns painted gold,
Each chapter cherished, every story told.
In the symphony of existence, a melody to compose,
Notes that resonate where the cosmic river flows.

Through the cycles of rebirth, a continuum unfolds,
A kaleidoscope of memories, a tale to be retold.
In the shadow of forever, where destinies align,
The heart yearns for recollections, a treasure to enshrine.

"I want to remember it all," the soul softly sighs,
A vow to etch memories beneath infinite skies.
Across the threshold of lifetimes, a bridge to weave,
In the vast expanse of eternity, a promise to believe.

Through the corridors of time, echoes resound,
A promise to remember, in every life unbound.
In the next and the beyond, where spirits soar,
The symphony of memories forevermore.

So let the heart echo through the ages vast,
A timeless melody, in memories cast.
In the tapestry of eternity, life's tales entwine,
"I want to remember it all," a pledge divine.
My recklessness was my belief in
if you love me or you want me to give it a try.
"It does not depend on “Love Grows" in one's heart.
It's should be the love of God to us and it's should be bold as death...
I am always restless
When I am trying to love you.
No No No
It's when I want you to love me.
It hurts because
I couldn’t crack your code.
It hurts because
I gave mine out foolishly
It hurts because
I don't know how to wait for such…love to grow.
I risk everything because This is my ultimate risk of them all.
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Thanks Wihelmina Randall for the Prefect Heading.
I love you not for what you do,
Or how you make my heart feel new.
Not for the light you cast my way,
Or the warmth that fills my day.

I love you simply, deeply so,
In ways you may not even know.
For who you are, for just being there,
A presence I’m honored to share.

In the space where doubt resides,
Love stretches out, undivides.
Unshaken by what’s yet unseen,
I hold you close, pure and serene.

No need for promises, no grand demands,
Just open hearts and holding hands.
For love, when true, is never done—
It’s a river, ever flowing, always one.

So here we stand, in moments unsure,
And still, my love remains secure.
For in this uncertain, shifting hue,
I love, simply because you’re you.
In this moment, I love you not for what you do, but for who you are. My love isn’t waiting for certainty or promises. It exists here and now, simply because you do.
There were days where I wanted you back,
but I knew and always will
Even the best of memories of then fall through...
Because you're gone and I did nothing wrong.

I loved you, I cared,
you still did what I feared
You Left, without explanation
I still to that day,
don't know why...
Thinking without you.

I'll forever cry, without tears in my eyes
You were the only one
I wanted to loved forever,
Other guys that came along
meant nothing, I hope you know.
You were my everything.
wish you still were...
but instead
I'm left with nothing .

But the true I have no one yet
But I was waiting for you
To give to you all my days to you alone,
But you left with another
And you are gone forever.
I loved her and told her, she liked me for a day or two. And I have loved her forever.
See that Smile
Like Diamond
Among the Dust of the Stars.

I don't know you
But your smile
reflex your Heart

It shines like
A Thousand Suns
In Collision.

It's Light, Gives Life
It's Ray, Gives Hope
It's Contagious, Gives Riches
It's Core, his Love
It's Word, Gives Creation
.
.
.
Time with it's Season Came
After the collision
She leaves
Thoughtless
Emotionless
Motionless
Tearless
Lightless
Bold­
Loveless
Livelessnessly Like a Tree
without a taproot
To Hold,
To Feed.

It's So cold
Why can't you
come back to Us.?.
Why is the Cruel?
Wake, Eat, Work,
There are in betweens, Sleep,
what else.
We Loop.
And we think we live.
We Loop.
That what we are made for.
Our possibilities can't never be outside the MAKER's Box.
If not we will not be Looping..
In the realm where dreams and passions blend,
A tale of love, unyielding, I intend.
Through valleys low and mountains high,
Love conquers all, as the ages imply.

Against the tides that fiercely roar,
Love stands strong, forevermore.
In battles fierce, where darkness quests,
Love's radiant light outshines the rest.

Through conquests vast, both near and far,
Love's tender touch, a guiding star.
No challenge, no foe, can withstand,
The power of love, forever grand.

In whispered winds and moonlit skies,
Love's gentle gaze, where true strength lies.
Through every trial, every test,
Love conquers all, it stands the best.

So let hearts unite, in sweet embrace,
Defeating trials, with love as the base.
For in the tapestry of life's conquests,
Love reigns supreme, the eternal best.
There is no prize to perfection,
No crown for its endless direction.
Only the stillness, cold and mute,
Of a dream that halts in its pursuit.

The edge of longing, sharp and thin,
Cuts deeper than the goal within.
For what is gained when all is won,
If the chase extinguishes the sun?

Perfection lies in things undone,
In breaths that falter, threads unspun.
For life is richer, raw, unplanned,
A fleeting touch, a trembling hand.

There is no need for flawless art,
But space to mend the human heart.
No prize awaits, no grand pursuit—
Only life’s quiet, imperfect truth.
The pursuit of perfection often blinds us to the beauty of imperfection. Life's essence is found in its unpredictability, its flaws, and its raw authenticity. There is no grand reward at the end of perfection's road, only the quiet realization that the journey itself holds the meaning we seek.
Mother!
When the world turn against you
And call you

ill-fated man
Museum without Statues
Darkness darker than Blindness

Father!
The Saddened Sun
That will not shine
A rainless **** that brings drought
A trackless Album

Father!/ Mother!
The daily thoughts of these words
Is like the butterfly effect caused hurricane
But you are graced with
Hopeful favour daily.
After the storm,
Comes a new life

Where stiffness echoes,
You are graced.
Where thoughts are underneath
You are hopeful
Where odium creates circumstances of blames
You are favoured
With the Window of Laughter.
No Woman or Man is barren
infertility
In shadows deep, where silence lies,  
A heart beats slow, with quiet sighs.  
No tender touch, no warm embrace,  
Just empty nights and hollow days.  

They search for love in fleeting smiles,  
In passing glances, distant miles.  
Each whispered word, a fragile thread,  
A lifeline for the soul unfed.  

The world spins on, but time stands still,  
For hearts that ache, for wounds that chill.  
No fairy tale to light their way,  
Just memories that fade to gray.  

There are plenty of ways to die,  
But only love can **** and keep you alive to feel it.  
And still they hope, and still they yearn,  
For love to spark, for fire to burn.  

But in the dark, they come to know,  
The lack of love is all they own.
No prize awaits the perfect line,
No end to chasing stars that shine.
Yet life, in whispers soft and sweet,
Is perfect where its flaws compete.

A jagged edge, a broken song,
The fleeting days both short and long.
A tender laugh, a bitter tear,
The dance of hope, the brush of fear.

Each crack upon the earth’s old face,
Each shadow in the moon’s embrace,
Reminds us there’s no need to mend
The truths that shape us in the end.

For in the chaos, beauty grows,
In every loss, a seedling sows.
Life’s perfection, wild and free,
Is simply this: to let it be.
"The Perfection of Life" reflects on the beauty of life's imperfections. It reminds us that perfection is not found in flawlessness but in the harmony of opposites—the joy and sorrow, growth and decay, and all the moments in between. Life’s true perfection lies in its unpredictability and its raw, unfiltered reality.
Foolish love, they say, is blind,
Stumbling on hope, leaving sense behind,
It gives and gives, without a care,
Even when it’s left bare, stripped and unfair.

But what if love were pure like a child,
Unscathed by the world, open and wild?
With eyes that see not flaws but dreams,
And hearts that dance to endless streams?

For in my love for you, I find,
A foolishness that’s sweetly kind,
I know not the risks, nor guard my heart,
But trust in you right from the start.

I love without a second thought,
As a child would, love unbought,
Innocent and free from fear,
My heart beats loud when you are near.

So let my foolish love be wise,
Through childlike laughter, unguarded skies,
For though the world may see it flawed,
In your light, my foolish love is awed.
Dear A?e?u?a,

I’ve written something for you, a reflection of my thoughts on love—the kind that’s often called foolish but is, in truth, innocent and pure. Sometimes, we’re told that love needs to be careful, measured, and wise. But I believe the beauty of love is in its childlike wonder, in its willingness to trust, to dream, and to give without hesitation.

This poem is my way of sharing that part of me with you, a part that is unafraid to love fully, even if it might seem foolish to others. Because in loving you, I find a simplicity and joy that no flaw can overshadow.

With all my heart,
Iyekeoretin
Have you ever had an unchoice feeling toward him/her
Cold and Hot at Same
Burning Stomach & Cooling Chest

That is how/what I feel every time
I argue or misinformation with you

I lost you, I believe I did
But in my unbelieve
In this mist of burning & cooling chaos.

The butterfly wind effect buttered me with Hope.

THAT WE CAN BE (That Mine)
You know better. (CAN WE?
when you love something, someone
your hurts yourself
one way or another
love is suppose to enrich, bless,
make you whole...
but if it is not and you are hoping
it will
just believe in all your unbelieve
and get sense!
Lust, like, and love, all three unique,
Each with a purpose, each with a peak.
Lust is a flame that burns hot and fast,
A desire that's based on pleasure and the past.
Like is a smile, a friendly face,
A feeling that grows with a gentle pace.
Love, the most precious of all three,
A bond that's built with care and glee.
It's a rose that blooms with beauty and grace,
A flame that burns bright with a warm embrace.
So let us not confuse lust and love,
For in love we'll find peace and a life to improve.
the difference be lust, like and love

— The End —