my poetry isn't about you anymore
and I'll be the first to admit there was a time where my mind could only piece together thoughts of you
and words fell from my mouth unwittingly
with nothing but metaphors
to romanticise the way you left
but I won't belittle all this world has to offer again
by thinking you are all there is
I used to think I was born with heartbreak in my blood
but I've realized I keep running towards it mistaking it for love

The sky burst open with rain
Thunder roaring and clapping
Loud sounds disguising my pain
The wind, howling
Loud and loud
My blood beats beneath my skin
The darkening shroud
Is now my twin
Shielding me from myself
The lightening in my brain
The broken windows of my mind
I might loose myself
In the sharp ache that fills my mind
Sheer madness that drives my brain
’till it goes away.

Weather and pain
Sun and rain
Hot and loud
’till it goes away.

The Monster
The shroud of darkness that clouds my mind,
The words I utter to the point of madness
My feelings escaping the emptiness of the mind
The white walls and drapes now so plain
As bright and sharp as the sun shines
My pain, so hard it drives
’till it goes away.

Weather and pain
Sun and rain
Hot and loud
’till goes away.

Look at me
Can you tell how I feel?
Do you see the pain inside me?
It shadows me
Almost drowning me
In its darkness
In its madness
Hot and loud one minute
Vengeful and deadly the next
Then just goes away
Leaving behind a trail
of sadness and regret.
My pain,
Just like the weather
Oh so loud,
’till it goes away.


© 2017 Busola S. Kolade.

hindsight
is the ******* teacher
who tells you what you could have done to get an A
when you've already turned in your D level assignment.

have i learned anything?
we'll see.

Picture  a Rubix Cube.
Boxes fixed on an axel
Colored stickers plastered on each one.
If you are missing a piece,
The whole cube will fall apart.

The Cube will collapse.
Did you know?

In your mind, I bet the cube
Was shaped in a perfect box.
Symmetrical sides, 90 degree angels.
Maybe the colors in order, maybe not.
Either way, all parts in tact.

Picture a Rubix Cube.
Each box apart of me,
All Connected, with near infinite combinations.
Every side says something.
What can I show you next...

Is all in clarifying the question.
Why don't you just ask?

I am a Rubix Cube
And you will never solve me.

If you want to try
All you need to do is ask.

Just ask for the answer key!