#conclusion
— InkWept
I have learned that humans do not discover strength—
they are cornered into it,
counted in without rehearsal
when silence refuses to resolve.
You did not rise because you believed.
You rose because the measure demanded it,
because the downbeat arrived
whether you were ready or not.
Your life moves in irregular time—
5/4 heartbeats,
7/8 resolve—
a body keeping rhythm
long after comfort dropped out of the arrangement.
They call it resilience
as if it were a trait,
as if it were chosen,
as if you woke one morning
wanting to carry weight meant for gods.
But I have watched enough endings
to know the truth:
strength appears only when retreat disappears.
You stand not because you are fearless,
but because collapse was not an option
the world allowed you to afford.
There is a discipline to surviving—
a quiet orchestration of breath,
of showing up again
when yesterday already demanded everything.
I study you,
not as a savior studies the saved,
but as a god stripped of certainty
learning why mortals endure without promise.
You do not glow because you are untouched.
You glow because you continue
while burning.
And perhaps that is what strength truly is—
not triumph,
not victory,
but continuation
when the song offers no resolution.
Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 1:35 AM UTC
Finally,
So not all of a sudden but gradually,
It's been proven systematically
Everybody WILL leave me
And no,
I'm not a fortune teller phoney
Want proof?
Well,
That's easy
Follow closely
A quick peek and you'll see
Everyone has left me
The problem is me,
Obviously,
Self doubt has it's very own key
But here's what gets me,
When I want to leave me
Suddenly
That's another something wrong with me
You don't want me
I don't want me
How do those conclusions land differently?
Identical mindsets but yours are worthy
Of walking away unapologetically
Levitating an old issue like I've lost gravity
But still wound up in the devils proximity
Clearly
I'm the only one not allowed to not want me
Love it's self is a fallacy
Someone needs to explain that duality
©2025
Jan 10, 2025
Jan 10, 2025 at 3:34 AM UTC
Incorporeal,
in bodiless form, in spirit
in truth;
from out, looking in,
from now, seeing then
from whence all laws arise;
thinker thoughts,
tinker toy's and dams,
tin solder solutions
"Solutio!" or did he say
"Salute!" loose salubriety?
Endlösung, wholy reforming
all the whys in Userous tyranny,
all the reason in Balance of power,
all the mastery in War against peace…
knotting
strings
of coincidence crossing the wake
of where we were truer sets
of posed causal effects,
twist and shout,
your own salvation,
in the end,
work it on out,
when you live ever after,
what you gonna do?
If it's up to you, of course.
Nov 10, 2024
Nov 10, 2024 at 11:46 AM UTC
Failing the stages of what once was realities,
Then decided to escape to Dreams,
Trying to give senses of scenes,
What if it turns into a nightmare with endless questions ‘n’ means,
Holding hands with yesterdays,
Falling in love with tomorrows,
Trips long gone in Milky Ways,
Shooting stars in far beyond galaxies,
Now you’re the star of tomorrow,
Tomorrow you’re the star of gone,
Living in fake until you reach the sun,
Nothing relieving in a loaded to shoot gun,
If dreams failed the meanings,
Our feelings gives it leadings,
To reach what’s called greetings,
Don’t worry of a temporary bleeding,
Now you know whats real,
Do you understand how it deal?
If stitches failed to heal,
Will be making you a skin of steel,
That happy ever after will,
Among those dreams to be fill,
You need to stand still,
Don’t wait for the far fars until,
Look at those flickers,
Beautiful but only in presence of liquors,
Hold your breath with all considers,
You now belong to the highest
worshippers.
Oct 30, 2024
Oct 30, 2024 at 7:01 AM UTC
There's a want to be wrong
Wanted for so long
So long it seems like a folk song
Rather than a foregone conclusion
Just another drawn in lexicon
A childish tantrum replayed like a sing-a-long
'Till the real "want" is gone
And I have to admit I have no idea what's goin' on
©2024
Jul 28, 2024
Jul 28, 2024 at 5:52 PM UTC
__[Hermit]__
_/ˈhɝmɪt /_
A recluse; someone who lives alone and shuns human companionship.
One last promise of a kiss; but who hears the words of
someone’s misplaced lips— Memories are all archived, those
experiences, a treasure to bury deep in the chambers of a heart
And any extra time: an excuse for me to procrastinate…how I
choose to express my reasoning, is an explanation for another day
_for the all the memories we had, will all remain locked away
our experiences a treasure I’ll never get the pleasure to
saviour in their worth. and any reason to chase after them
all in a day, becomes the procrastination of tomorrow…
our story ends here_
In a thin book of divination; the conclusion of a love
that had the fill of a loaf of bread- here we are- with the
crumbs, holding onto what’s left. There is no grasping it.
All climaxes eventually fall into the obscurity of being
an old familiar harmony; the laughs of many, soon becomes
the quit chuckles of one who sits later alone. And all joyous
songs must play their very last chord
_anticlimactic will be the story of us, painfully laughing ourselves
to sleep— those fortunate enough to sing our once beautiful song-
the words, chords, keys, and harmonies are all gone…
our story ends here_
I am something inadequate; a follower to the gun,
the bullet that led me astray in its cold lead. Still don’t
lend me your sorrow; shunning the idea of love
For the gun that killed a benevolent concern, was
a gun I had pointed at myself.
__…Bang!__
Jul 21, 2024
Jul 21, 2024 at 9:20 AM UTC
I value the lips to a modest dream
The fresh lipstick – outlining one’s imagination
In soft brush strokes; as the dreams of my child
Are quite distant nowadays, still silhouettes to a recent age
The metaphysical footprints of walking in faith, the path
It’s… so narrow on the trail of yellow grass; the sun is on
My back, like a long-legged shadow in this urban darkness
Questions bring up less of their answers- my life a riddled
Experience on a dusty path, where manure litters the street,
Pretending the smell is all so vague- but those **** flies!
I am alone, patrolling the ideas of one’s calling, beneath a
Crescent moon – from youthful screams, too loud to hear
The purpose to all my chaotic dreams: perhaps now,
I’m finally awake in the world, to see what it all means?
Jul 15, 2024
Jul 15, 2024 at 5:16 AM UTC
If I can't hold on
If I let life slip by like you said I'd do all along
As the tiniest violin plays my theme song
Would you lose faith in me as a person?
As another flawed human?
Or is it set in stone as a bygone conclusion?
I've begun to become withdrawn
So it shouldn't be long
If I must let go I'll aim for the lawn
And you can sleep well knowing you were not wrong
©2024
Apr 30, 2024
Apr 30, 2024 at 7:04 PM UTC
I would've loved to meet her.
The sweetness you spoke in her honor.
A gentle breeze in a month of freezes.
Electric, connective, explorative.
I would love to meet the next.
The sweetest of peas.
Only bluest when being overly fruitful.
Reflections of trekking tower of the familial tree.
Expectations of expecting in introspect.
Forgive me for being greedy, wanting to be involved in your life.
Forgive me for involving my love.
I shall let the resting rest, the ones that need rest to get rested, and give my mind and soul a rest.
Ifeanyichuku Okoro © 2023
Nov 12, 2023
Nov 12, 2023 at 12:59 AM UTC
I would have sculpted you a shelter from my bones.
—Never yours.
Jan 12, 2022
Jan 12, 2022 at 1:32 AM UTC
Under the stars alone and cold...
Remembering what has been told...
Wondering if cold I will stay...
Wondering if alone I'll be all the way...
Wondering what will be up ahead...
Feelings of feathers or lead?
Walking, shivering, further...
Calling, getting colder...
Listening, making no sound...
I can't possibly turn around...
So further I go...
Through desert and snow...
Mountains or sea...
Where is glee?
Tears, why are you burning behind my eyes?
Silence, why are you answering my cries?
Wind, why are you whispering in my ears?
Time, how long and how many years?
Pain, why are you the only one hugging me?
Joy, why do you let me be?
Have I chosen for these scars to be made?
Have I asked to live in this darkness and shade?
Am I responsible for this smile of mine?
How do I make my heart shine?
Maybe, I should stop looking back...
I am the one to make me run faster on this track...
So I lift my head...
And this heaviness, I shed...
There, now I see the sun and the rainbow above...
I now know how to laugh and to love...
Smile, I have missed you so...
Happiness, I won't let go...
Laughter, I'm glad I opened the door...
Love, make me fly above the floor...
I found the missing pieces and am gluing them together...
Heart of mine, you are lighter as a feather...
Soul, don't fade from me...
Even if it hurts to see...
Scars, I know you teach me where to go...
I'm thankful for what I know...
Experience, good or bad...
I'm glad I can learn by losing what I had...
I'm not scared to smile or cry...
Both are necessary, it's no lie...
Hug yourself with a smile...
You are so much more than a computer file...
No matter who you are, I'm happy about you...
Reading this, I hope you are too...
Jan 24, 2021
Jan 24, 2021 at 2:59 PM UTC
I never knew your name
I never knew your face
Until the day they lowered me
Into my grave
You thought you were invisible
When they passed you in the street
Are you still invisible
If nobody can see?
I never truly knew you
Till we met on the other side
Funny how a story changes
When you are granted sight
Dec 27, 2020
Dec 27, 2020 at 11:13 AM UTC
Your duty is to learn...
what exactly can never happen.
Mine is to prove that could.
Waiting for results,
patiently possessing all the commercial good sense
being made on TV and YouTube, ignoring Tweets.
Finished Lex & E. Weinstein
Finished A World Lit Only By Fire-
Pondered,
puddled & splashed through pundit
performances of guessing,
betting
this election, 2020,
is
the respirited story conspiracy, this is all the breathers,
mouth breathers
nose breathers, nose-in-mouth-out breathers,
rare mouth-in-nose-out breathers, rare
but
possible… one in eight billion is consistent
with inspiring research, to prove
this
is commonly considered odd - almost meditation,
but each breath holding real human spirit
influencing the entire ocean of opinions,
see, wipe the beading perspiration,
whew, we are
the conspiracy, this is us, breathing one
breathable bubble, in the sea of all knowns,
we breathe knowing,
were we all to breathe at once,
here is plenty of air,
so
why are you choking?
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 12:57 PM UTC
My lover remembers to leave me a note,
talking about the time we used to talk
when we were lovers,
when our bedsheets aligned,
and the politics overhead too, made love every day,
and found the time to write spare notes - on cheap paper, and my borrowed pen,
to an amour she would not see anymore,
talking about the blue nights she spent with me,
my lover recalls with vividness
the words I had said to her,
before I could learn to speak again,
in this really long note she has left me, and
I can suddenly see time as I have never before, and
my lover looks at me as if she has never before,
and she doesn’t know when to stop, and her heart doesn’t stop so easy,
and I could stop reading,
knowing she might die soon.
Oct 27, 2020
Oct 27, 2020 at 1:25 AM UTC
Still I’ve hit the ceiling
But the fan hasn’t cut me
There is no point in running
When you only feel exposed
Still I’m in the sunlight
So how the hell can I hide?
I can feel the end coming
We are closer to being closed
Jul 27, 2020
Jul 27, 2020 at 7:52 AM UTC
I want to rend this mind from within, cut it free
And leave it to expire with an ounce of clarity.
I want no skin left pure, I want it ripped until raw
If it would only cancel this human mistake that I abhor.
I want resentment to reside, to agitate these thoughts
As they race towards a destination that, for so long, I had fought.
Jun 7, 2020
Jun 7, 2020 at 2:23 AM UTC
Realizing my time is short but my love is deeply engaged, in owning only sadness will be made.
The eternal struggle, my love was real, to her it was fun, a folly not to keep and feel.
When I am not present draw her near, I've come to the conclusion of my time here.
May 26, 2020
May 26, 2020 at 3:56 AM UTC
They say endings are scary
Again, what do they know?
Maybe they’re just guessing
Perhaps, going with the flow
Endings could be peaceful
Of endings I’m not scared
They are regretful that’s all
But my whole life I’ve dared
Endings could be happy
Of endings I’m not scared
They are just very guilty
Of things they hadn’t shared
Endings could be calming
Of endings I’m not scared
They’re just anxious because
They’ll witness all that they feared
Endings could be nice
It’s probably not, I lied
I’m not just scared of endings
Truth is, I’m terrified.
Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 7:48 PM UTC
"I want to tell you something " he said
"Okay" she replied. "We know what we are - and we both know we're not."
Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 9:38 AM UTC
Before my deoxyribonucleic code has been sent
To my mother by a male parent,
I was on his land of sand,
As barely apparent.
(spermicide)
2. Then, I was finally sent
Into my female parent,
On another land,
Barely planned.
A couple of months went that I spent
In my mother's abdomen rent
On that green land,
Barely planned.
Then, my rentee went to that land,
Flying to the land of crescent
Where I was to be meant
For a big moment.
(embryonic)
5. The event happened, the end of the rent,
Under the flag with the red crescent;
I was by a Jewish name penned,
On the fifth May after Lent.
Falling into my mother's hand,
Still without any dent,
Back, I was re-sent
To motherland.
On that land, red in discontent,
White until the Lent's end,
And green at Lent,
I had one parent.
I had no knowledge when he went,
But I was without a male parent,
With only two women, a grand-
And an abnormal parent.
His furious leaving left an advent
As my mother madwomaned
With a schizophrenic scent,
To madhouse "never" sent.
The balance keeping us under tent
Was our draconian grandparent
With an infinite financial grant
That let us live on that land.
For alms, we walked to granny frequent',
And I loved her as my parent
For that little attachment
I barely experienced.
The further notions I experienced:
I was sent and sent and sent;
Nursed, schooled, churched,
And kindergartened.
But even before my childhood could end,
I found myself hard to befriend;
Playing the play of a dement
With an unmatched brand.
A playful kid, maybe too vehement,
Among others, a crazy element,
I was, but inside silent,
Over-vigilant.
I liked to observe others' comportment;
What was that I have been meant,
What made me outstand
Like an alien, mutant.
Step by step, I wished the end
Of flying dishes and plant'
At my domicile rent,
End of the torment.
(pubescent)
17. I wished to vanish from the torment
Of social-antisocial banishment,
But I saw no escape slant,
Only in my poetic lament.
Though, before those sad lament,
I tried to see my life and mend
My heart with compliment,
Some failed love event.
Minutes, days, months and years went,
A lot of school skills that I learnt,
But the best one in my hand
Was the ability to pretend.
Even if I swam well in crosscurrent,
I wished to end, leave that land;
Searched by my male parent,
I planned to visit his land.
Then, my mother went to madhouse mend,
For what, I was by my university banned
To work that went well, but I meant
To start or end a life in sand.
(twentified)
22. So, as my twenty-first birthday present
Finally, I Africanly citizened
To know my descent
And the crescent.
Beyond the French and Arabic accent,
I manned myself on that land
Where I was landed and
It's not yet ended.
Changing the cross to crescent,
I could be happy and...
But people prevent
Every event.
I'd been married as I planned,
But my fam is an accident
As my birth in an extent,
In this actual land.
What to do, socially I try to pretend
That I am indeed an element,
But my DNA was meant
To disappointment.
(at present)
27. Seen these verses, it's abhorrent
As well as writing a lament,
But as a birthday present,
I wish a Happy - End.
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 4:00 AM UTC