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Larissa Frost Jan 12
I didn’t want
To say goodbye
I thought we’d travel
The earth
You and I
But you no longer
Visit me
In my dreams
The silence in my
Head is

                   -L. Frost
BadBookthief Nov 2020
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when you told me

to keep secrets

I kept them hidden

so deep inside

that I couldn’t find them

to save my own life

and that night

the moon laughed

at my foolishness

for I was crying

over the corpse

of my self-made follies.

Guess that’s what

you made of me

not blind

not selfish

but a god

the god of the foolish

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BadBookthief Nov 2020
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the last of the

winds have

stopped howling

even a

dead leaf’s stir

will cause an


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BadBookthief Nov 2020
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it was the

light from the scars

that made

the broken ones


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Thekingspen Oct 2020
This is my park,
It's in between the pages of a paper
Where I write in large to pour out my heart
The place my peace is found
This is my park, and it's my diary
For every human there's a thing or place we find our inner peace or solace, for me it's writing and my diary is my place of peace.
Justine Louisy Jun 2020
I’m not your normal kind as
it’s difficult to find the
dedication in me.
Yes, I know you payed a small fee,
to buffer your careless cars looks or
to tend to your metal head hooks.

But believe me when I say,
get ready as you better find another way in
dealing with your troubled goods.

Meanwhile, I will confine myself in a multitude of bin lining hoods.

Justine Louisy

Copyright © Justine Louisy 2017
All Rights Reserved
David Ugwu May 2020
The crazy things we did
The late nights we had
The days we shared
And the things we had
So real it was, it sparkled
So out of the world it seemed
And just like the movies looked
A reminiscence of the past
A reminder of what is
And a vision of what shall remain
To the special people who make us cherish the past and make us dream of what would be.
He spoke and his words lit up in my eyes like diamonds...
Hmm...felt like a spark of life had been ignited...
I had walked in dark places all of my life...
Turned on my light..
And...saw it in my eyes as I twinkled brighter than the stars that light up the darkest night...

He stared into my eyes and smiled...
He watched me...sigh...on the inside...
He spoke...
And every word that came from his mouth lightly touched my body like a cool breeze in the summer time...
kicking back with nice music and a  glass of cold lemonade...
In the shade...of course...
He relaxed me...
And I?...
I wanted more...
He spoke...
And his smooth sounds of wisdom drowned out the surround sound of blissful ignorance...
And I closed my eyes and listened...
I listened to every word and phrase that cut through the haze of *******...
You know those empty promises meant to sway me...
So many times I've watched words fall to the ground like dying fish gasping for air...
But... he?
He came to deliver... And those words from his soul kissed my neck so softly...
It made my mind shiver...
Why is he doing this to me?
Can't he see that's my spot?...
I prayed...
Ohhh...I prayed he wouldn't stop because I would die if he dropped... the subject...
He spoke...
He caused my chest to rise and fall like I was in need of a breathing treatment...
He exercised my mind with his thought patterns...
And ooh!
My skin began to shine and I produced jewels across my forehead that he gladly received...
He also....
Gave jewels back to me....
He spoke...
His adjectives, nouns and verbs stimulated mountains...
And...peaks were revealed...
And conquered...
To tell you the truth he could have planted a flag to mark unchartered territory discovered...
Mmmph and I
He spoke...
Like ocean waves riding tides before crashing onto shore..
His dissertations stimulated my awareness...
And caused my consciousness to breathe in And...
I tilted my head back... eyes closed,  and let His inspiration lead....
He knew I was listening...
I felt like I was in school again biting lip trying to take notes while listening...
Trembling...trembling like a fiend looking for her next hit....
Loving his diction...and though his disposition never predicted that I would become addicted...
I was...
I was intwined and he was fine with that...because I would not be the one that got away.
He...plays...for keeps...
he wasn't into fish stories anyway...
He spoke....
Causing earthquakes and aftershocks from the wisdom he dropped!!...
Shattering richter scales!!..
And ooh!!
He broke...
And I knew...
I knew I would lose my grip.
But...he steadied me.
Held me close and smiled as I trembled...
Then he stopped talking...
And kissed my soul so deeply....
I smiled....
as I tasted myself...
~Say Dat~
David Ugwu Apr 2020
Although harmless it appears
it remains the start of something new
And yet the end of something good

Powerless it seems
it remains the reason behind so many tears
Soothing to the ears they are
Yet heartbroken has it left many

We must always  remember the secret untold
Lest we forget its comforts
Which in dark times past have brought hope
A narrative telling  us the the secrets in words which has been neglected and how powerful words are; (could be the start and end of a war and at the same what we cling to in times of chaos.
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