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The night's deep darkness  wore a cloak of evil,
The time, just ripe for the poison to spread even,
The ghosts went on preening wings with pleasure,
All those bit the dust,  hit by bullets anr on the streets,
Dancing to the crazy movements  of their phantom limbs!
An out the world music filled the air, evoking trance

"The water level rises far above the danger mark"
The evening news rings alarm bells, but already
We are in deep waters and at a point of no return!
"The hurricane hit the coast very badly, beware
All the escape routes are blocked by vehecles"
"Yes, yes, things are all in pretty bad shape, let's admit it"

But the girl is still practising her lines, leasurely
For the blast she has hardly an hour away, if it happens!
The dogs bark aloud alarmingly in the back streets,
Someone, it seems has broken in to the house
Through the weak door,  from behind.
"What do you suggest us to do?"
In panic someone in the phone yells.

There is stunned silence for a long while when
We could hear the darkness heavily breath and pant.
Then evil laughs like **** from that fierce night.
The stars once bright blink and go blind one by one!
The cadaverous moon bleeds blue blood, copiously.

I can't wait anymore to see you sweet heart,
As the night gets more and more turgid,
Could you make it..?.
I’ve been thinking about the night we would meet
And maybe it would go something like this:

the constellations would colour the sky with wonder
the stars would start falling like the rain from yesterday
the petrichor would seep deeper into my bones with each falling drop
The night would be endless and the moon would take me home
You would be waiting at end of a long day
Arms wide open and a smile on your face
You would bring a new story to read, a new world to face

So I’ll wait with the sun, until I slip away
Counting sheep and laying in my bed, I’ll finally understand what these wonderful nights could mean
This could be my last chance; to find a new  dream.
So confused my mind
to much drifting from dreams to fantasy how
strange does life seem
to me now from what
Is just year

To how quickly things have changed life turned full circle back to where
before I married my girl
alone again still asking why and did all what happened come

So strange the world to now I live having had twenty great years of marriage to be again the life of a loner all In life now will do alone
just can't get used the Idea
where once I lived that life
that at the time never was a problem

I suppose It age that makes the difference now where once youth was on my side for no fear I had lived from day to day with never a plan In place

But Im old and become more fearful of life and to what It has In store now my sweetheart and left with the fear of facing life alone
Now my sweetheart gone In creeps the fear of being alone
to face an uncertain world
Bella R 7d
The distance between us
On some days
Was nose to nose--
So close
I could hardly breathe,
Terrified of shattering
This miraculous moment.
On some nights
Galaxies away.

I thought
Chasing after you
I could close the gap
Between us
But some nights
Like tonight
Are a bright speck
Glowing in the night sky
Millions of miles from
All along with me in a gleam
I leap onward like a stream
Even when it's uncertainly certain
I know the future is awfully pretty
Held in a kilometer tunnel

Hey! have you seen how complicated life can be?
There are so many wheels running into the future
They run down the hills like the fountains
Some are like a burnt that never displayed it sparkles
Like the turgid clouds heart broken with smiles of fed ups too
The past is always tense, the future perfect

But once upon….
Upon all gifts situated in the arms of reasoning
Shelters discord the layers of harmony
When we are tired, we are attacked by ideas
Ideas we conquered long ago
When we are hidden beneath how complicated life can be
Our little desires implicate every passing moments
There are so many wheels running into the future
But the cautious gives gestures deed

Only the dust of wheels
Makes the future uncertain
The hills which reflects our days
The foundation that holds our life in place
Simple as meals on tyre-wheels
Without it support, we'd have nothing for guidance
Into the life with no color

I don’t want to substitute
So I made a promise; to keep the past
I laid my past on the desk
When the dusk dawn I reset it on the pillow
Like the lit darkness; I saw a vacuum
My yesterdays walk with me
They keep step; they are gray faces
That peer over my shoulder
I’ve stared from a distance
And for once I’ve envisioned the next existence

Indeed the past is dark yet the future will bright
So I made a promise
I laid my present as a sacrifice
When the feet stumble in mud
The toes leave marks of five
It husk reaped off; they are confident in hive
My future talks with me
I’ve stared from a distance
And for once I will refuse every resistance

Written by:
Yaa Walker N. & Festus Elikem B.
Looking through the tunnel, there is always a light ahead. There is this relationship between the tunnel and the light. We're all in that train railing through the tunnel. Definitely, not all of us will get to the light in a blink but eventually everybody will leave the tunnel.
Autumn Jan 28
My body doesn’t feel like my own
It feels as foreign as the forest
Empty and quiet
Unsure of the way back home

My conscious feels distorted
Warped beyond my belief
Balancing on my frontal lobe
Threatening to fall

My limbs feel like tattered branches
Clinging desperately to the trunk
Only the bark is so thin and frail
That it can barely support even itself

I am not myself anymore
i don’t feel like myself lately
Sam the lynx Jan 6
Swelling face, which sees no light,
endless pits, forever descendant.
Caught your knife, skin of thorn,
pierced by arrows, yet love’s lost.
Heart of a dying love.
M Jan 2
a funny thing
so uncertain
yet so promising

your gift
is but a paperweight
atop a dresser

meant as a promise:
you wouldn't make
the same mistake

another chance,
a retake.

yet it sits,

pearls won't fix
how my heart aches

your love
was never really there

was it.
one of the best ways to heal is to write about it and move on.
writerReader Dec 2018
I guess I’m trying to write a poem
But I don’t know what to say

What is my life?
I don’t even know
How to be and live and know what I’m doing

What am I doing
I don’t know.
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