And when we talked and you said 'I get it'
I never wanted for you to take it

Don't even make me feel
Like I never gave this my all
There was nothing, that I didn't give at all;
Thought this was something.

Life goes on still, but tomorrow's not
Today; could be better or worse

Scarred now
Scared next; Dejected
Alone; Paranoid ; I'm void

Never will the world not see
A love that wasn't ours from the offset
It wasn't fiction
Didn't even last as long as a thought

They say love's a beauty
But beauty's at the beholders'
They swear the heart's not a bone
Why then does it get to be broken

The lover becomes the unloved
Laughters into happily never afters
Sweet dreams to sleepless nights

Can someone please tell me how
I'm just coming to the realization
That one plus one can never be one?

Mind for lease;
Heart's up for sale
Lock up my senses too
And every feeling, without bail.

It's all happened before,
This life we so much adore.
The stories we tell encore,
Facts or fiction that will tell for sure,
How we live the life afore.

The legend of the elements
And their evidence in our living

The earth, our home
Of it we are made; To it we go back

The air that we breath
Without it we wouldn't live

The water in our throats
Life giver, life saver

The fire in our eyes
In our bones to keep us warm

I needed you

I never knew it too

But

Water's only sweet

When you're Thirsty too

I'm pondering the gun
Waiting in the other room.
Is there really a difference
Between destiny and doom?

I'm a hopeless, useless cadaver.
I'm a perpetual case of blues.
If living life is winning,
Then I think I want to lose.

I wouldn't miss each wasted second,
My birthdays every year.
I don't know what my destination is,
But it must be better than here.

I've been laying on this bed for far too long
Trying to evade my thoughts with sleep.
It's time to take it into my own hands;
I'm tired of being herded like sheep.

I'm sorry to whoever has to find me,
And to he who has to dig my ditch.
But if it does something to soften the wound,
This was my only wish.

And I wonder if they'll be ashamed of me,
When in death I do abide.
Whether they'll say my death was an accident,
Or a beautiful tragic suicide.

Poetry has a sensitive soul
A drive and impulse
Telling stories the way they are
Feelings of soberness
A heart felt word

Poetry has a sensitive heart
Beautifully immense
A heart of gold
Giving values to life
Adding years to life: Poetry is beautiful

Poetry has a sensitive soul
Like streams that meanders slowly
Like a river glorious: It Flows
Poetry has a sensitive heart,
A beautiful soul; A flying Angel.

Poetry is the signal
that
The soul sends into the world
Like the river, it flows into the sea,
yet the sea never gets filled.

Poetry is the fluid for the soul,
The liquid for the yearning of the Mind
That which quenches the fire
Feeding the deepest desires
Poetry is Gold in essence

Ovi Odiete©