Life took the life of a poet
Decades before death came--

Life took the life of a poet
A king at night
***** at dawn
Hour before birds he wakes
Throwing away his time
Just to earn a dime

Life took the life of a poet
Asked about his poem and pet
Life got serious he laments

Life took the life of a poet
Though he couldn't live his life,
he attends his own funeral
Many times before death came
Oni Olusegun Sep 22
Midnight, Sixth November
***-knows-who is wide awake
Idle, Naive and posted
Age is not maturity
Age is just a number

I stare through my window
I saw the moon, my cousin,
Myself five years before today;
I saw behind them my father
In a stupor of grief and grey

Age is nothing like a number
With age comes age and wisdom
Oni Olusegun Jun 17
My mind, a white canvas
Empty pages
Voids I can not fill

An empty room
Quiet everywhere
A deafening silence

A collapsed mansion
Broken glass around my feet
I can barely breathe

Boring Metaphors
Not even a single rhyme
It get worse with time

A king in coma
How long before he wakes up
Days, Decades or Never?

Tomorrow is yet another day
So I continue to laugh
and to cry
and to pretend
that the
flowers were beautiful in
the spring
like a bipolaric

I feel the sun
on my back
scorching it’s existence
tearing at skin cells
like the stares of the
people in their cars

I live

for if I die

my mother’s tears will shame me.
My grandpa passed away and I found this poem inside one of his closets, translated from French.
If I die in a school shooting
I'll never go home again.
My room will sit unused,
A capsule frozen in time,
A snapshot of how I was.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my dog again.
She will sit at the front door
Waiting for me and wondering,
Why I never came home.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never graduate from high school.
My yearbooks will sit stacked
Stopped short of their goal,
Missing years that should have been.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my mom again.
She will sit distraught,
Planning a funeral
For a child taken from her.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my friends again.
They'll sit together, missing me.
One empty seat among them,
A constant reminder of their loss.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my little sister again.
She will sit through high school
Knowing I can't guide her through,
That she has to figure it out alone.

If I die in a school shooting
My school will be stained.
Pools of students lives will sit,
Blood tattoos on the brick structures,
Marks of death ground into it.

If I die in a school shooting
Everyone will wear black.
They'll send their thoughts and prayers
To a town marred by death,
Forever to be the home of a shooting.

If I die in a school shooting
Will the world change?
Or will I become one of hundreds  
Of kids who have to die?
What will it take?

If things continue this way
Children will have to live in fear.
They'll look over their shoulders
Always worried and wondering,
If they'll die in a school shooting.
The state of Florida is now home to the two most deadly mass shootings in American history. Pulse Nightclub was attacked in my city, I have friends who attend Marjory Stoneman Douglas in Parkland. My little sister often fears going to school. I'm afraid to graduate and leave her. I want to be able to protect her if something happens. I hate that we have a reason to be afraid... That it's reasonable to have these fears. I hate it so f*cking much.
  Jun 17 Oni Olusegun
She Writes
I’d rather write than speak
My pen is always responsive
My ink doesn’t judge my mistakes
My paper doesn’t argue
My lines never cross me
My sentences never disappoint
And my words will never leave me
Oni Olusegun Jun 3
How many prayer must be answered
Before an atheist believes,
There is a ***

How many mysteries must be unmasked
Before the theist understand,
There is no ***

How many heart must be broken
Before Cupid accepts,
There is no love

How many poem must be written
Before She realizes,
I am in love with her
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