I'm fine on my own,
I was fine on my own,
Won't stop doing so either way,
I'm halfway done almost a masterpiece,
Only if I give it my full attention to heal.

The breaking part is getting old,
I hate guessing, and been
Enlightened that con**-men give,
By earning trust, time and chance
But am on a timeline
Where it's better for nothing to be happening,
Than a download pending update

My patience I ran out
The day I realized I give
More than they deserve,
It's not why give that's eating me up,
But why consistently give when it's not something
That graces my lips to curve upwards as it crosses my mind.

If all you asking is for me to give,
Then I'll give you my regards
Sending you off to the next
Patient who has enough patience
To give you the chance to
Pull yourself together,
Time to prove your worth,
And enough time to earn each other's trust.

Am an ocean, I give beauty
And breath taking sceneries,
Smile to the sun whenever it
Smothers me with it's warmth,
Gracing me with it's glee
Brightening my core with its shine.
I give myself by embracing
My shores to it's least,
Closing-in to it's depth and surfacing my weak emotions with no weight.
That's how am built
As far as I have water and the void to fill,
Flowing will be me in waves
Through tides and against rocks.
I As the ocean accommodates the dead too
And live with it until someone
Picks out the rote in me.
As long as I have an inlet and an outlet
Expect me to give fresh water.
Remember a pin dropped in an ocean doesn't move waves.

@niamornimo*
Life is a spectrum,
As by passage through a prism
It's said that the greatest war
We indulge in mostly
Is between our hearts and brain.
My question is why?
Why do two components staged to work in one anthropoid tend to differ so much?
Which one provides more clarity?
Its funny how hard it is to comprehend our thoughts in that direction.
It's sickening right?
I know...
But to get our balance
We'll have to resist.
Fight against ourselves
Our thoughts.
But the question we must ask is;
Can we do it?
Are we brave enough?

My Maybe.
@niamornimo
Maybe,
Anxiety tends to over power
My capability of self control which Results to me pouting my mind without considering your feelings.
I know my pieces mostly sound as
Though you are a shadow to me.
But to be honest since its my greatest Weakness to lie, i will say as it is with no demeanour.
I have fallen for you and i'm So scared  of what my heart is feeling Right now because i know its love.
I won't lie that people discouraged me From the bold move i made saying yes to Our union, my mind racing with what-if Thoughts, but my heart constantly Reminded me that my heart is cold and Aloof to everyone but on your arrival to My world, the ice melted from coating my Heart hence subconsciously caught by Smiling with the slightest thought of you. I am more of a robot as my mind Internalises everything for my body to Execute but with you...everything seems flawless.
I rarely struggle to let you in.
As every woman who is truly in love yearns to know how/where their lovers mind and heart is,
So is my desire to know what's beneath the scales you posses?...who are you?...exeter exeter...nothing would make me happier than saying I do to you for i want to have a future with you...i know its scary not knowing what tomorrow brings.
But at-least when it comes you won't have a heart ache of loosing me.

Just so you find me missing, i'll be where i left my pen and paper
#Random thoughts#Wishfulthinking#Tomyneverbemaybe#Rebel#Strengthpursuesde­termination.

Too Broken To Break
@niamornimo
Here's to the girl with the invincible spirit,
No matter how confused her soul may be.
She's been broken many times,
Searching for love that was just not there.
She's learned her lesson now, put up her wall,
And never again her heart she'll bare.
For she realized that in the end a body is still a body,
No matter whose it may be,
And love may not exist for anyone,
So we should all just settle and it'll be easy.
But she'll never give in.
All she needs is herself and whoever she is that day,
But this she'll never know,
Because life is surreal
When all she does is feel.
She thinks with her passion,
Sees the world through her heart,
Even though many times it's cold, desolate, and dark.
Yet at the same time she can see that there may be hope out there,
The one nobody else possibly can.
She's a dreamer and an idealist,
Life's greatest pessimist and realist.
She's a contradiction sure
But never a hypocrite,
Because in her soul this all somehow fits.
She wants to explore the world just to understand what she's thinking,
Dig into the deepest corners of her heart to understand the universe.
She often loses herself though,
And who she used to be she can never know.
Yet she's happy like this,
She's free and to no one she'll commit,
Except sometimes when she's all alone,
She just wants some place she can call home.
She knows every side of every story,
Because she has felt absolutely everything,
Often all at once.
This contradiction,
This ability to see in ways that no one else can,
Is it a curse or is it a gift?
Even she cannot understand how or when or why or what,
And sometimes she doesn't even know if it is.
She wants something more,
Even when she is sure there's nothing else out there.
But no, she'll never settle,
Especially for a love, if that even does exist.
She'll always hope there's something out there to bring her bliss. But she doesn't expect it and convinces herself she doesn't want it.
This is how her spirit is infinite.
Oh, how I hope there's something more than this.

Reminisce.
@niamornimo

I kept wondering why
In such a long time i
Held the memory in
The back of my mind

Pictures to scenes
Perfectly clear while
He took away
My innocence
Bit by bit

I told myself
Time heals but its a decade
Past but instead
Of forgetting becomes
More real
More pronounced.

As i listen to romantic()
Memories floods my mind
Like a broken dam,
Twisting my heart with pain
I guess the many similar
kinds of tenderness
Were also different kinds of sadness.

We've all been forgotten.
The pretty face outshone
The peach blossom
I don't know where the beauty went;
The peach flowers still smile
In spring breeze.

@niamornimo
I try to conjure up
Memories and keep up with days
Moments i failed to be supportive
Tend to your greatness
Nor accommodate your hard work
My pride ripped up open
To disappointments of my absenteeism.
So when you listen to my playlist
And note ghost and dullness
Its me punishing my blindness
And dumbness which eventually
Broke you in alternates
The sorrow you see tattooed in me
Equated my over bearing pain lostness
When you passed out after getting wet
Under the romantic kisses
In heavy rains to late replies of
"Hi babe sorry got home safe and sound
Just from a power nap*"
The piano your safe space where
I only read confidence and magic
Now a bank of heaviness released
In tunes of sad melodies
Shadow of your wings.
Over time i should have healed hence moved
But am human enough to punish my
Desires to contemplate on what was amiss
Like a federal case lawyer
I will chase down the trail of this case
Till all the burgeoning yet pending
Fawls get behind bars.
Enough damage has been caused
Now we face the recompanse of our actions.
Am sorry babe.
The scales in my eyes
Now shaded i see everything clearly.
If not today tomorrow or ever
I ask you to follow the path of virtue and heart coz it was never wrong.

THE ROOT CAUSE
@niamornimo
Like country bumpkins
Chased down every dream
We had

Choices,
In the chilly mornings
Trotting down the dew
Blinded by mist
We knew where we were going.
Through turn of events
Brushed shoulders
Got under each others skin
But stuck together
Binded by DNA
Had the choice leaving
Instead stayed
Tucked together in hugs
Warm for consolation
A better tomorrow.
Couldn’t stop the river
Of tears cascading
Our mellow yellow chic’s;
Reflects the inside unfolding.
They say it wasn’t hard
Coz it wasn’t physical
Well I wish it really was.
Maybe my explanation would
Be sensei but
No it feels nuts crying
Over mere memories
That ***** our skin
To reality then maybe
Dream on.
The everyday fight
Burning within like wax
Melting down our bellies
Making scars like maps
A lineage of scarcity as
We burn out keeping it in.
As a plant grows
From a seed so do we
The root of our pain
Channelled to generations
Through and through
Lets joke about it
I know its sick.
I long for a solution
Where the fingers that
Keep up the gear
Playing blame shift
Would take a turn
Seeking within
And start by * *
me

@niamornimo
We were a perfect couple
you know...
you took several steps ahead
while i took few back
and realized we had
a pen with ink full
but held on tightly onto
the eraser like it was
too good to be true.

i often wonder

of
the
same
  like
was it all silver lining
in the dark clouds
or a knight in shining armor???
and wake up on you know
"honey **** happens"
you see like a man
standing on the window
watching the sunrise.
As harmonious as the
scene is,
The melancholy written
on his perfect face
can't salvage his dying soul
that keeps giving in
into darkness.

I love you and
that's undeniable
as every time
am caught spacing out
Like a broken dam the
Out burst of
your existence from
my lips is overflowing
unable to make
the slightest progress
Hiding behind
A good old soul.

Am not sure
How to appreciate
The current feel
When am stuck on
The déjà s of yesterday.

Wishing i could stare
Right into your
Core through your eyes
Asking you to hold
My hand coz our
Next fall will be
In the old and grey
Greetings of
Yellow rays on our
perfect view of the
Ocean watching
The marvel unfold
And splendor of your
young old face
Giggle in flames of
yesterday to holding
our torch of tomorrow.