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"heared" poems
i’m sorry. that may come as a surprise to you, i know haven’t really spoken much lately though haven’t really spoken a lot at all but hey, that’s okay i know how hard it is to make a phone call. that’s probably why i always forget to oh honey, no, of course it’s not you! i’ve just been so busy lately but when i can, i will go to my cellphone straightly and scroll down; way down to the numbers of people living outta town to the numbers i would never admit i honestly don’t give a sh!t. i wasn’t enough back then. do you even remember the time when...? when, you know... oh...silly me! you probably not. the time when time turned against you and ran out the clock the time on this fateful november night you could see everything you didn’t do right the time sombody decided to send me down here just so i could feel the vain, and of course the fear emotions you taught me all to well when you shouldn’t even have been able to enter my so former fragile shell a shell i never planned for you to see let alone sit down there with you and have a tea i never understood why you said what you said. and i probably never will. wouldnt you give anything now for that abortion-pill? i know you would, and that with certainty i heared you say it when dicussing the cost of an university and although it was that exact moment my heart forever broke because you were saying it like it was a god **** joke and although your lawyer sat there giggling with my mother next to them, the highest level of patience bringing i still can’t bring myself to hate you with all my heart at the end of the day you and i are eachothers lost part. no matter how small you somehow are after all. my mom still adores you, and i guess that’s okay i can’t blame her for being some way. what i do blame her for, and that i can’t undo is that of all the men in the world she had to chose you. Love, me
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Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 2:24 PM UTC
dear dad,
i’m sorry. that may come as a surprise to you, i know haven’t really spoken much lately though haven’t really spoken a lot at all but hey, that’s okay i know how hard it is to make a phone call. that’s probably why i always forget to oh honey, no, of course it’s not you! i’ve just been so busy lately but when i can, i will go to my cellphone straightly and scroll down; way down to the numbers of people living outta town to the numbers i would never admit i honestly don’t give a sh!t. i wasn’t enough back then. do you even remember the time when...? when, you know... oh...silly me! you probably not. the time when time turned against you and ran out the clock the time on this fateful november night you could see everything you didn’t do right the time sombody decided to send me down here just so i could feel the vain, and of course the fear emotions you taught me all to well when you shouldn’t even have been able to enter my so former fragile shell a shell i never planned for you to see let alone sit down there with you and have a tea i never understood why you said what you said. and i probably never will. wouldnt you give anything now for that abortion-pill? i know you would, and that with certainty i heared you say it when dicussing the cost of an university and although it was that exact moment my heart forever broke because you were saying it like it was a god **** joke and although your lawyer sat there giggling with my mother next to them, the highest level of patience bringing i still can’t bring myself to hate you with all my heart at the end of the day you and i are eachothers lost part. no matter how small you somehow are after all. my mom still adores you, and i guess that’s okay i can’t blame her for being some way. what i do blame her for, and that i can’t undo is that of all the men in the world she had to chose you. Love, me
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i ran without looking back left all those i loved behind the last words i said still haunting and echoeing my ears and i know the further i go its going to be a long road home i never made them cry before but when i left i heared the weeps and the tears hitting the floor like a stampede of hoofs stomping my heart a mile away yet i continued on never looking back because i knew if i went back my world would be black thier hearts would be cold and the truth would remain untold i couldnt live a life like that i had to escape but my ties to this life remain in the object of my love the soul hier to my heart the one whom i never thought to leave she stands under an oak using the leaves as an umbrella for the rain has started covering her tears she now sheds as realization that i will not show sets in she sits at the beginning of a long road home i got a long road home but the troubles i faced will be worth it when i find what i've searched so hard for my sanity that was stripped at birth my soul that left a pair of hollow eys and i know this road will only get longer
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Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 10:43 AM UTC
A Long Road Home
She died a year ago, But so pathetic I wasn’t around during, Her funeral, Air would have protested against my loud dirge, There would have been series of enjambment In the stanzas of my her elegy. General Abas said she died in a ****** coup, But she was too wise to be wiped out in a coup, She was like untamed lion. Mr George gave another account, He said she died during an internal war, The war against the truth, She has been from truth, Too blind to see reality, Fast asleep to be woken up. The family doctor said she was poisoned, Poisoned with the truth, The truth that kills rather to set free. Inspector James said she was sniped From a fair perimeter. The mortuary attendant said they Heared movement, Guess she was just try to raise up. Today I arrive with nothing to feed my eye, A little bit nostalgic, I had the feeling that I belong here but not to death, So I left for the yard, at the backyard, I couldn’t belive what I saw on her gravestone, “Nigeria a country, not a nation”
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Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 10:09 AM UTC
Epitaph for Nigeria
Just watched Most wonderful movie Just heared Most beutifull song You walked On a sweat pavent Just went Through an incredible road But I never do these things I went away from home I left my reality I slipped away to somewhere I should have never gone to I wanted to be better Feel better I wanted to have a better view I wanted to have something I wanted to never stop walking The sensation made me leave I followe the wrong road I tripped ao many times And on the same rock I left the things I loved most I kind of forgot who I was It was easy to be part of something Different And new I had to try it But i realized that was not me I want to I have to I will go home Where I belong Where I learned So many things about what it is to live Im back home Where a belong Where I real Not plastic
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Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 10:48 PM UTC
Back home
My mom won't be happy **When she sees my white dress ****** Nothing was more beautiful than his tears dropping down from his eyes When he heared I was about to die Nothing was more beautiful than The drops of the blood on the ground Me bleeding in his hands He screaming at my face Breathe ! Now ! Even more beautiful than the rainbow out of the window Laughing like it was kidding all my people around it was too beautiful to happen I open my eyes A knife in my hand Wearing my favorite white dress A song prowling in my mouth I came back to where I started My mom won't be happy When she sees my white dress blooded
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Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 2:59 PM UTC
favorite white dress
*Freezing cold, a  strange night of rain and thunder, it got registred deep in his consciousness, as a squiggling liquid presence; an abstract painting, taken in, with layers of meaning, a deluge, the result of injustices heaped against the female principle. The rain lashed out, in the flashes of lightning in between, through the window sills when the curtains where swept aside by a subversive wind, painful face of a frightened girl was visible, at the window of a highrise building, shameful secrets kept concealed peeped out yelling out "HELP"in the shocking words of silence. That night was difficult for an exile from life like him to endure, subconscious echoed terror filled cries; sewer water flowed, towards oblivion, carrying embryos, not fully formed from terminated pregnancies, he heared tree toads speaking in strange tongues, like jilted women seeking vengeance, coyotes hunting in packs with blood thirst howled in delight. In his nightmare, blood dripped from wet trees, "who will rescue our bloodied orphaned planet?" his heart with a collective guilt , beyond words wailed. From denuded mountain slopes, muddy red water copiously gushed  downhill, nature's menstrual flow out of cycle, devastated hillsides cleaving gashes, like scorned woman's fury baring long sharp  fangs- landslides opened gaping wounds. Liquid's rule took over the space of night, lying awake on his bed, he became conscious of the burden of women, who moved around with invisible bridles pretending free, nervously smiling. Swimming in the amniotic fluid of the past he is forced to recount the past sins, nature and women have endured and ask for forgiveness seeking salvation.*
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Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 2:46 PM UTC
Sin and salvation
*Freezing cold, a  strange night of rain and thunder, it got registred deep in his consciousness, as a squiggling liquid presence; an abstract painting, taken in, with layers of meaning, a deluge, the result of injustices heaped against the female principle. The rain lashed out, in the flashes of lightning in between, through the window sills when the curtains where swept aside by a subversive wind, painful face of a frightened girl was visible, at the window of a highrise building, shameful secrets kept concealed peeped out yelling out "HELP"in the shocking words of silence. That night was difficult for an exile from life like him to endure, subconscious echoed terror filled cries; sewer water flowed, towards oblivion, carrying embryos, not fully formed from terminated pregnancies, he heared tree toads speaking in strange tongues, like jilted women seeking vengeance, coyotes hunting in packs with blood thirst howled in delight. In his nightmare, blood dripped from wet trees, "who will rescue our bloodied orphaned planet?" his heart with a collective guilt , beyond words wailed. From denuded mountain slopes, muddy red water copiously gushed  downhill, nature's menstrual flow out of cycle, devastated hillsides cleaving gashes, like scorned woman's fury baring long sharp  fangs- landslides opened gaping wounds. Liquid's rule took over the space of night, lying awake on his bed, he became conscious of the burden of women, who moved around with invisible bridles pretending free, nervously smiling. Swimming in the amniotic fluid of the past he is forced to recount the past sins, nature and women have endured and ask for forgiveness seeking salvation.*
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I hate the night Because once my room is dark I cant control what happens My thoughts run free My heart races I hate the night Because thats when my fears Come to life Where being alone isnt An option Where my weeping sounds are Not heared I hate the night Because it makes me think Of you Of our laughs Of our smiles Of our every moment I hate the night
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Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 8:12 PM UTC
I Hate The Night
Next to him the eldest daughter: She suggested very little Only asked if he would take her With her look of 'passive beauty-' Her idea of passive beauty Was a squinting of the left-eye, Was a drooping of the right-eye, Was a smile that went up Sideways To the corner of the nostrils. Hiawatha, when she asked him Took no notice of the question Looked as if he hadn't heared it; But, when pointedly appealed to, Smiled in his peculiar manner, Coughed and said it 'didn't matter,' Bit his lip and changed the subject. Nor in this was he mistaken, As the picture failed completely. So in turn the other sisters.
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Hiawathas' photographing ( Part IV)
I'm hallucinating zombies heads twisted Blood spread on the floor, it's slippery Should I attract these creatures instead? Soon before they turn, better hurry I stepped out unnoticed, it is too dark Only some pair of green round lights I froze the moment I heared them bark Oh Lord! This nightmare, worst bites The faces of these beasts covered blood Felt like I'm pushed to edge of a grave Mine blood they tasted, last breath, dead I prayed angels to hold me and save Are my pledges thrown into this pit? Are the chameleons smiling at this wit?
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Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 3:48 AM UTC
The Truth Behind (Sonnet)
Only some things make sense. Like full stops. No, they hardly make sense these days too. The sun? No, not when you get down to it. One tries not exaggerate, but when the laws of physics start to state that the only order is chaos and that our Universe for most of time doesn't exist. Or exists in different contexts with different people and different outcomes. so either we exist in multiplicity or not all. One tends to exaggerate. Why? Saying nothing makes sense. Sounds appropriate. Sure. We can function. We know how to ******** But that’s the thing, We make sense through lacking This is it Entropy The natural turn to chaos. Makes sense, When you try to hold the handle It breaks, And you’re stuck Entropy. When you Saw Heared Smelled Touched Tasted Her for the first time Entropy. You – I? – were too far gone Entropy. You’ve fallen into chaos Interesting... As opposed to falling in love? Makes sense. Many would say it’s not at all like that. Some of us are a little damaged. Bruised. Scratched. Broken. We  don’t squeak. We don’t light up. We don’t walk. A little damaged. Some you can only hear the damage When you shake them. Broken bits are flung around. Others, you hear nothing at all. Full stops. They use to make sense. Now they look like commas. Or exclamation points. Bang. but yes if i flung my punctuation out the window it would not make sense as we wouldntfunctionintheslightest without the whitespace. Let’s bring back the Universe The sun The nothing The everything The full stops The periods I’ll end my cryptic harangue And step back from my rant. It was grand to know you And I’m ecstatic to consider This: Maybe in one of all those other Universes, It made sense Rather that Than not Existing At all.
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Aug 9, 2011
Aug 9, 2011 at 7:51 AM UTC
Sense
Only some things make sense. Like full stops. No, they hardly make sense these days too. The sun? No, not when you get down to it. One tries not exaggerate, but when the laws of physics start to state that the only order is chaos and that our Universe for most of time doesn't exist. Or exists in different contexts with different people and different outcomes. so either we exist in multiplicity or not all. One tends to exaggerate. Why? Saying nothing makes sense. Sounds appropriate. Sure. We can function. We know how to ******** But that’s the thing, We make sense through lacking This is it Entropy The natural turn to chaos. Makes sense, When you try to hold the handle It breaks, And you’re stuck Entropy. When you Saw Heared Smelled Touched Tasted Her for the first time Entropy. You – I? – were too far gone Entropy. You’ve fallen into chaos Interesting... As opposed to falling in love? Makes sense. Many would say it’s not at all like that. Some of us are a little damaged. Bruised. Scratched. Broken. We  don’t squeak. We don’t light up. We don’t walk. A little damaged. Some you can only hear the damage When you shake them. Broken bits are flung around. Others, you hear nothing at all. Full stops. They use to make sense. Now they look like commas. Or exclamation points. Bang. but yes if i flung my punctuation out the window it would not make sense as we wouldntfunctionintheslightest without the whitespace. Let’s bring back the Universe The sun The nothing The everything The full stops The periods I’ll end my cryptic harangue And step back from my rant. It was grand to know you And I’m ecstatic to consider This: Maybe in one of all those other Universes, It made sense Rather that Than not Existing At all.
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He heared our song Please forgive me I couldn't stop it in time He didnt even know You were on my mind But i could feel it He even said that it was good My heart broke into pieces I didnt mean to share with him A moment that was just ours
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Mar 3, 2021
Mar 3, 2021 at 10:18 AM UTC
Our Song
You arent afraid of the darkness because of demons and monsters out there. More likely you are afraid of your own demons you have to face. Cause in the end of the day you are all by your own. Darkness kicks in. People disappear. Objects disappear. Your eyes get blind. Things get hardly to find. The vision you have in the morning gets blurry. The only thing that stays is you. You and your own mind. After a long day with many attempts to escape, the darkness overtakes you. Your problems and thoughts get clear cause there is nothing other left to focus on. There is nothing other left for your senses to be seen or heared. Cause in the night when youre laying all by yourself in your bed. You are confronted with your own inner demons. Just yourself. And somehow you manage to escape this demons night by night by falling in sleep. But in  very few nights your mind finally interrupts your sleep..
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Dec 19, 2016
Dec 19, 2016 at 12:02 PM UTC
Darkness
You left me without remorse and hesitation. I stayed in exhaustion in bedding of ice. I see your ghostly outlines. You are like polar ice cap in distant horizon. I can not stand insulation. I reached irreversible aspects of survival. Little heat of my body has left. My whole body embraces the numbness to the core of bones. Dark hallicunations penetrate my mind. You left me without remorse and hesitation. Maybe unconsciousness will rescue me from pain. My heart will stop functioning soon. I wish I could do something to save myself. I need anesthetic of your kisses, your sweet morphine of saliva. I barely close my eyes to sleep. I tremble and search for answers why you left me, why God allows for loud cry, why destiny walks dark paths. Will mountain of ice in you crumble? You left me without remorse and hesitation. Nothing makes sense. Haviness is growing inside of me. I try to speak with flames of grief. I try to play with them but soon I will stop breathing. Inaudible lullaby lulls me to sleep. You are my attacker now, my conspirator. Obviously you feel innocent and blame me for sinfulness which I carry with me, for lies that were not spoken. You left me without remorse and hesitation. I am waiting here in pain for your endorsement. I vowed to be with you forever. Promises fade away in the cold from lack of heartbeat and breathing as I now died here for you. After this initial death may come   second and third death until I wake up with you staring into the ocean of your  eyes like a shore waiting for waves. You left me without remorse and hesitation. Without you all parts of my body screams in pain. I am churned sea wishing calmness, lost molasse on your journey through world, underwater sounds not heared by anyone. My thoughts are inquisitive for your words not said. I am kneeling in beseeching prayers. Maybe this will save us from disdain and sorrow. My confusion is mixed with panic attacks that I will never kiss your eyes again, that love floated like frightened bird, that world would die with my dreams.
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Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 1:34 PM UTC
Death of dreams
You left me without remorse and hesitation. I stayed in exhaustion in bedding of ice. I see your ghostly outlines. You are like polar ice cap in distant horizon. I can not stand insulation. I reached irreversible aspects of survival. Little heat of my body has left. My whole body embraces the numbness to the core of bones. Dark hallicunations penetrate my mind. You left me without remorse and hesitation. Maybe unconsciousness will rescue me from pain. My heart will stop functioning soon. I wish I could do something to save myself. I need anesthetic of your kisses, your sweet morphine of saliva. I barely close my eyes to sleep. I tremble and search for answers why you left me, why God allows for loud cry, why destiny walks dark paths. Will mountain of ice in you crumble? You left me without remorse and hesitation. Nothing makes sense. Haviness is growing inside of me. I try to speak with flames of grief. I try to play with them but soon I will stop breathing. Inaudible lullaby lulls me to sleep. You are my attacker now, my conspirator. Obviously you feel innocent and blame me for sinfulness which I carry with me, for lies that were not spoken. You left me without remorse and hesitation. I am waiting here in pain for your endorsement. I vowed to be with you forever. Promises fade away in the cold from lack of heartbeat and breathing as I now died here for you. After this initial death may come   second and third death until I wake up with you staring into the ocean of your  eyes like a shore waiting for waves. You left me without remorse and hesitation. Without you all parts of my body screams in pain. I am churned sea wishing calmness, lost molasse on your journey through world, underwater sounds not heared by anyone. My thoughts are inquisitive for your words not said. I am kneeling in beseeching prayers. Maybe this will save us from disdain and sorrow. My confusion is mixed with panic attacks that I will never kiss your eyes again, that love floated like frightened bird, that world would die with my dreams.
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Hold me tight and never let me go In this time that I want to be free I want to escape from the cruelty of this world If only God heared my plea so long ago I might be free from harm and heartaches of this life I might be at peace and no worries and doubts I might not be like this just trying to be alive While I am already dead inside -my soul, my heart.
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Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 5:54 AM UTC
Hold Me Tight
Hate  to hear some word So i avoided But the destiny Is I heared And suffered She might be with someone But why should  i hear about her by that someone DESTINY!!!
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Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 12:46 AM UTC
"DESTINY" Forces Me To See My DESTINY
Society says What you see Is what you get But Is the person you see The actual person? They wear so Many masks Disguise themselves Personality alterations To please the crowd Change again For a different crowd Perfect girl Maybe a cold-heared ***** Or a superficial ***** It is not Who are you? But Who do you have To be to Please a crowd? The question Begs an answer Have we Stopped being human? Have we become Slaves of Socialogical pressure? Be accepted Or be on the outside Destroy the Essence of yourself In order to fit in
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Feb 18, 2012
Feb 18, 2012 at 3:18 PM UTC
Masks
TEARS in MA HEART From a distance I c a baby in d strit cryin in cold and all alone, it seems he's mama is gone and no one to show him love, he's gat ear's like a rabbit and hair coiled like that of thet arabics, from a distance i can c hunger boldly writen in his face and it seems he has been left alone 2 die in a place meant 4 waste. i can see people passing by but no one care 4 dis baby, d baby cried louder and louder but no one seems 2 hear. i feel big deal for this baby and i can feel ma heart crying 4 dis baby. since no one cared or heared The loud cry of dis baby in d street how can anyone feel my depression, My pain or hear the silent cry for dis baby in my heart.
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Jul 28, 2012
Jul 28, 2012 at 5:04 AM UTC
TEARS IN MY HEART
today i heared somebody asking: "What do i do with my life?!" i took this question as mine: learning more everyday loving till total exhaustion thinking as deep as i can
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Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 4:42 PM UTC
a question
why try to think of why why must it be will we never see maybe we are too blind not to care only simple to bear no to be see no to be heared only simple to lie lay down on what is pain no one to blame never a shame will it never stop no, it couldn't   wouldn't it see should it be can't say for sure but it is life nothing more then is coming again knowing hurts why let it bear why would it care that is all to be said and to be read
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Mar 30, 2011
Mar 30, 2011 at 10:43 AM UTC
Hating
Empathy- The worst curse keeps blessing me. Thankfully.. I praise the emotional telepathy. With integrity to hear the beauty that is the    Melodies- Songs from our souls In which I use to better me. Is it worth it? It better be, I heared your medley And it soothed me medically. I heard it once and forever stayed.. Receptive- To the vibe of your nexus To build on my perspective. Windows to your eyes adjust my.. Temperamant- Your ruined too? Lets preserve the remnants; Oscillating energy manifests the.. Resonance- My mind a radio Wi-fi signals and your inner presence; Now Connecting. . . Im tuned in to your very essence. What frequency are you on? Huh? Wait.. what? Did you get my messages? The white noise is to loud.. You've been to negligent. **** i lost you.. And another lesson missed !! Never under value the extent of a Sentiment
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Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 5:13 AM UTC
Resonance