#nzarayebani - Hello Poetry

"learn from the sun, son" he told me. "break through the clouds when they doubt you," he added. said it in extra wording. added in excess stories. but that one was all i needed, so that was the only i kept, the rest i let flow. does what we do with the truth, change how it's true? i used to think it didn't, now i think it does. i used to think in truths, now i think in lies. cause it's the bluest of each man's thoughts that determine how he turns out. every reality is shaped by how the lies you tell the self become the desired new. "learn from the son, sun," he should've told him. cause i'm better than the sun, son - i shine in private. when you educate your own child, tell him i send peace.' diary of a corporate existentialist™

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Oct 11, 2025

Oct 11, 2025 at 5:35 PM UTC

WordSmith_Wiz

"of grey mornings & red noons."

"learn from the sun, son" he told me. "break through the clouds when they doubt you," he added. said it in extra wording. added in excess stories. but that one was all i needed, so that was the only i kept, the rest i let flow. does what we do with the truth, change how it's true? i used to think it didn't, now i think it does. i used to think in truths, now i think in lies. cause it's the bluest of each man's thoughts that determine how he turns out. every reality is shaped by how the lies you tell the self become the desired new. "learn from the son, sun," he should've told him. cause i'm better than the sun, son - i shine in private. when you educate your own child, tell him i send peace.' diary of a corporate existentialist™

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"i'm in class, can you text?" was me, texting her. "i wanna hear your voice, feel your arms", came her response, texting back. i looked out of the window, she stood there, by a taxi in the parking bay. i sat where i sat, and rewinded back to the last time i saw her - i left her standing there, pleading heavy till the wind took her eyes. i've been a fool for the most of this life. i feel the water rise in my eyes too, and i quickly sit up straight to still the strain. there's something about old pain that feels fresh everytime i reminisce. i blink once, and blink again. and by the time i blink a third, my mind is made up. i broke this girl's heart once, and i'm not repeating the act. many men never get a second chance, but i have one at my disposal in this hour - whatever i do from this day forth must define nobility and honour, i swear it on the 'w' in my name. "i'm on my way to you," i text. and from where i sit, i see her smile from the core and it shows up in her movements. so i get up, pick my things, and leave."

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Oct 16, 2023

Oct 16, 2023 at 5:46 PM UTC

WordSmith_Wiz

love me again

"i'm in class, can you text?" was me, texting her. "i wanna hear your voice, feel your arms", came her response, texting back. i looked out of the window, she stood there, by a taxi in the parking bay. i sat where i sat, and rewinded back to the last time i saw her - i left her standing there, pleading heavy till the wind took her eyes. i've been a fool for the most of this life. i feel the water rise in my eyes too, and i quickly sit up straight to still the strain. there's something about old pain that feels fresh everytime i reminisce. i blink once, and blink again. and by the time i blink a third, my mind is made up. i broke this girl's heart once, and i'm not repeating the act. many men never get a second chance, but i have one at my disposal in this hour - whatever i do from this day forth must define nobility and honour, i swear it on the 'w' in my name. "i'm on my way to you," i text. and from where i sit, i see her smile from the core and it shows up in her movements. so i get up, pick my things, and leave."

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“My mind carries a pain My skin bears a voice I’m mad and it shows It’s black in my soul I’m bad, I’m insane I’m mad and it grows Black man with some vocals – Black man with no arms, Black man yes, the pain is mine, and it eats me Black man and there’s black in my thoughts, So I keep screaming Black man with heavy dreams that haunt him: An ambition in the winter, Flower never grow, for my seed cannot afford Friction in the air when I’m bitter Pay fee for my visions to come into sight, capitalism Terrors caged in my intuition, neo-colonialist inhibitions Give men races, take away our faces, branding Culture punctured or am I just Insaniod? **** the stereotype? I try, but the Earth is stereohyped Blame my senses? I can’t. Too many cents owed me – Nonsense.”

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Jul 21, 2020

Jul 21, 2020 at 6:45 PM UTC

WordSmith_Wiz

I N S A N I O D

“My mind carries a pain My skin bears a voice I’m mad and it shows It’s black in my soul I’m bad, I’m insane I’m mad and it grows Black man with some vocals – Black man with no arms, Black man yes, the pain is mine, and it eats me Black man and there’s black in my thoughts, So I keep screaming Black man with heavy dreams that haunt him: An ambition in the winter, Flower never grow, for my seed cannot afford Friction in the air when I’m bitter Pay fee for my visions to come into sight, capitalism Terrors caged in my intuition, neo-colonialist inhibitions Give men races, take away our faces, branding Culture punctured or am I just Insaniod? **** the stereotype? I try, but the Earth is stereohyped Blame my senses? I can’t. Too many cents owed me – Nonsense.”

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