"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
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 2:24 PM UTC
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
Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 10:43 AM UTC
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”
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 10:09 AM UTC
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
Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 10:48 PM UTC
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
Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 2:59 PM UTC
*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.*
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 2:46 PM UTC
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
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 8:12 PM UTC
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.
1.5k
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?
Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 3:48 AM UTC
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.
Aug 9, 2011
Aug 9, 2011 at 7:51 AM UTC
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
Mar 3, 2021
Mar 3, 2021 at 10:18 AM UTC
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..
Dec 19, 2016
Dec 19, 2016 at 12:02 PM UTC
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.
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 1:34 PM UTC
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.
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 5:54 AM UTC
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!!!
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 12:46 AM UTC
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
Feb 18, 2012
Feb 18, 2012 at 3:18 PM UTC
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.
Jul 28, 2012
Jul 28, 2012 at 5:04 AM UTC
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
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 4:42 PM UTC
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
Mar 30, 2011
Mar 30, 2011 at 10:43 AM UTC
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
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 5:13 AM UTC