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Ugo Victor May 2016
Wish I had to live in another world
But shooting stars and missing,
That's all I'll ever have.
Berated for being myself
Then judged for trying to be another;
They promised the sky wasn't the limit
But encouraged me to aim for it though
And when I reach the skies they say
You know you could have jumped higher
If you tried harder
Or you could have plucked out one star
Or Now you've gone and damaged the sky
There's no pleasing them it seems.
But I never should have gauged my success
With something so fragile and within hypothetical reach, like the soft blue sky riddled with white patches and rain clouds, so
Now I will stop being me because you said- be you
Yet still, I will keep being me for myself
Self obsessed and grandiose
And I'm not even sorry.
Ugo Victor May 2016
How did it feel to say I do?
The rush of blood to the head,
The whirlwind of emotions,
The walk down the aisle.

What was going on in your head
Even as you said your wows
And the I love yous
And the right backs
Where has all that feeling gone
Now, that you are fighting to be gone

Vows are what they shouldn't be
Words, with echoes after, without heart; ceremonial
For better for worse didn't you say?
So stop being a wuss and fix it eh?

Lose your doubts, not your partner
Ugo Victor May 2016
I've always wanted to be
To be everybody for somebody

To be every thought
In that every moment

To create those very moments
Moments that make them smile or cry
In laughter.

To be the lightening in their thunder
That spark that lights their way

To be the loved in their beloved
Throwing myself in the face of the danger
The dangerous arrows from cupid's unwavering bow

I'd never settle for someone for everybody
I'd rather be everybody to someone

But who am I to be picky

No one.
At least, not to anybody.
Ugo Victor May 2016
The loud chatter
Amidst the silence
The pounding of my heart
The whispering of the wind
The charade of my thoughts
The rustling of the leaves
All bubbling in dilemma

Been down this road before
The spectra of light
The magnificent ambience it creates
Piercing through the depths
To the core of chambray
Now filled with thorns of distaste
Glooming with total darkness
Gnawing at the standing hairs on my skin
I squeak at the emergence of my shadow
The horror holds no bounds

The piercing cries of my pain
In the distance
Screaming for mercy
I still hear
My heart bleeds profusely
Into the crepes of my soul
No
I can’t go back  
A River of tears
Flowing Past the bridge
Forming tributaries along its course
I have to let go

I got to set them free
Erase the blemishes of my sorrow;
The horror of the nights

I got to face the darkness
The fear of the unknown
Choking me to misery
With my shield made of thorns
This is the only way
Running through the storm
With the speed of the light within
Towards the edge of glory
That’s the only way
To be free from the cages
Holding me down
Written by my protégé- Ihechi Ibiam
Ugo Victor May 2016
Something about the rain
That soaks away my innate senses
Must be the sound atop my cepha
That tasteless inundating effect
Maybe it's the smell of dust being awakened
Burying my judgement

Intoxicated
Two indifferent souls and a bottle
Of sad wine
Locked up within my mind's
A closet space I visit every now
and again with you
So much for the pain we both
Cause each other, no gain

Do you see me at all
Cos I've stopped seeing the possibilities
Of you
And I
Does it hurt that I'm not there
Cos you ain't here and I'm just fine

I think we will be ok
Nothing does it better than a long day
In the showers
In the rain
of the rain
Blinded by the droplets from above
I can see it so clear, it's below me

There's something in the rain
That cleanses my mind's trash
Resetting my thoughts little by little
In droplets of ecstasy
It's probably because it comes from above
And we both didn't
So we hurt each other, relentlessly
Ugo Victor Apr 2016
Broken vases, broken glasses
The only thing that isn't shattered
Is my mind and it's lit
Up in flames, smoked; in hades
No shades, no streams
Of what my life could possibly be
If you didn't opt and leave
This world; no joy, remains
Of peace, of mind, with you
I was incomplete and just perfect.
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