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Ruby Nemo Mar 2019
the lies fly up like flames unchained
as the friends turn their heads
as they turn their disapproving faces

nothing but a one-side story
a collection of epiphanies drowned in irrational fears
you've got that tunnel vision
seeing my world through a brown paper tube

scolding with reckless abandon!

so strange yet so unfulfilled!

unleash all my darkness, the sides of me you cared not to find
somehow my vision has become hazy
somehow I have gone absolutely crazy
a stuffy nose and bloodshot eyes
how could they ever see through this disguise?

but understanding is a conscious effort
and judgement comes with ease

I have nothing to prove to you people,
living underground
still sneaking around
won't make a defensive sound
if that's how my life shall be.
03-11-19
Mike Chigo Jul 2020
I miss packing my bag the night before...
I miss the open road…
I miss the journey…
I miss the airport announcements…
I miss calling Nnem Omma before the flight takes off
I miss the beauty of the clouds from above them
I miss waiting for my luggage to come through
I miss asking for directions
I miss the hotel rooms
I miss the ****** food


I crave that high when the plane leaves the ground
I crave new sights, new smells and new food
I crave a town where no-one knows my name
I crave saying hello in a new language
I crave new wonders and adventures
I crave postcard-worthy pictures
I crave the journey yet to begin
I haven't written anything in so long...Rusty me! The pandemic won't let us travel as we want, so this piece is an outpour

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