Oni Olusegun

Sep 2017

Born

I am Born
For whatever reasons Born seemed to be the most appropriate name
Camouflage or not, I don't know
But
Don't  bother asking  where am from
cause earth is round and we are all on it
With different stories
heavenly or earthly, it is what it is

When am gone
I want you to remember me as a friend
a friend who opened up to you
Good  evil, bad or worse
I am a friend who found peace in poetry

when am gone
I want you to say that
He liked to call his poems pieces
Pieces symbolized that it could mean anything
It could be
a piece of art
a Piece of love
a Piece of ache
Or a Piece of life

When am gone
My words and my heart will be Stapled here

Sep 2017

grace

desire

sometimes i forget that i
exist so
desire me, require me
am i not the oxygen that keeps you alive
the very oxygen that could set you alight

skin on skin,
right left and centre
blazing trails along my spine

set my lungs on fire
watch as i burn alive
from my stomach to my throat
burn me up, liquified fire
melting into my brain, setting my nerves aflame

i had no idea what to name this poem, if you have any suggestions feel free to let me know, thank you in advance :')

#desire #sensual #****** #want

Aug 2017

Lshassan

Untitled

I don't know what's wrong
I don't care about what's right
Despite of the starring eyes, I rise.
And, Im never scared to flaunt
I do whatever the **** I want

#life #own #none #nobody #pretend #fear #overit #flaunt #confidencethoughts #mind

Aug 2017

Anna Patricia

scribbled ink on a receipt

you are
the cold December breeze
on a warm April summer.

you are
the random, surprise present
on an ordinary, uneventful day.

you are
the risen moon even if the sun
is still there, in broad daylight.

what i'm trying to say is that
you are unexpected, unforeseen.
you caught me off guard,
but you make me happy anyway.

Aug 2017

Melissa S

Rebels With a Cause

We are members of a poetic society
A unique learning class
We may or not be good at other things
But mentally we kick ***

We value all our words
Cherish our thoughts not heard
We are on the road to self discovery
Choose only words that we feel tell our story

We see the world differently than most
The world makes us.... then breaks us
So we write for survival and to give hope

Some say our heads are in the clouds
It is safer there in our own creative playground
We are miles up and never want to come down

No use for conformity
We escape the constraints of uniformity
We break out from the box ~ find new ground
*And Seize the day ~ Unbound