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David ugwu May 8
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 15
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.
David ugwu Apr 15
As the season of warmth approaches
As the appointed day draws neigh  
That day on which him who I call saviour cometh
In readiness my heart accepts
In fear my spirit remains
In doubt my mind wanders
Into trembling my body goes
Yet complete I feel
For in him was I made whole
A piece about the clouded feelings that comes to both the mind and body when the last day draws near, it's also a piece that  embraces my faith and believe
BadBookthief Apr 15
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high up in the sky

beautiful patches

of the night time

followed wherever I went.

The street was crowded

with rustic leaves

and howling winds.

Scattered around

were a zillion voices

faces with fables galore.

There wasn’t a soul in sight

except myself

and my shadow behind.

Together we explored

every nook and cranny

happily thinking

I could never have a better company

until the dark gathered around

and the first to vanish

was my treacherous shadow

quick on its heels.

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BadBookthief Apr 13
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Your words

dug a grave

for my soul

so deeply



I wanted

to remain there

buried forever

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BadBookthief Apr 9
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When I gave you that book

I gave you more than I could

And who knew

what future held

But I believed in us

And it went without saying

that I loved you

more than you deserved

I didn’t know what to do

When you said you couldn’t meet me

on your birthday, that you had to go away

I trusted your eyes, those words,

and when you were gone

I ransacked every place I could

to get the best gift there was

And I happened by this book

which had my heart, my life

I wrapped it with all my love

as I wrote ‘To the best I know, the best of me’

I wondered what you were doing

as I stopped by your place

to surprise you before you left

but what an irony

when I was given a surprise myself

by your gardener, a seventy year oldie

seems, you’d never left, nor were going to

that you had a grand party

with friends and ex-lovers too

I was offered a ride that I promptly denied

with rage in my head and tears in my eyes

I turned to leave

but not before I parted with what I had to give

I asked your gardener for a penly favor

he said he had none and gave me a pencil

One last look beyond the shimmering parapet

realising not everything that glitters is gold

I tore off the foolish display of my affections

and signed ‘P. S. I don’t love you’, instead.

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BadBookthief Apr 7
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nook and cranny

of the crumbling


were reeking of

such homesick


I kissed the

rotting debris

as if it were

a lover’s lips

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BadBookthief Apr 6
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mighty hills on both sides

the haughty river dancing jovially

the sight made my heart tremble

like an anxious bride-to-be…

melting frost and snow

began to slowly hypnotize

my wild wild heart

and this chagrined mind…

amidst cloud-kissing peaks

and pines so sky-high

I forgot how lonely I was

despite no soul in sight…

my heart grew fertile

rosy dreams galore

I felt like a new person

on a frozen wintry road…

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BadBookthief Apr 6
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You stole my heart

with your windy nights

that caressed my body

and left me in shivers…

Hey, December,

I’ve loved you more than summers

‘Tis you I’ve wished to stay longer

I hope you always remember…

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