not roses nor tulips
not the smell of the wind rushing through your face
on the first day of spring
not the smell of newly cut grass
that fills your lungs with a new day

freshly squeezed orange juice
in the country side
not lemonade
even with the aid
of the scent a bright summer's day

not lazy sunday morning
when the rain would fall
and you'd scurry to the crook of your bed where you body fits
perfectly

not the earthy scent
of bonfires when the sun shys
from the twilight sky

not the afternoon walk you take
with all the time you have to yourself
you see a butterfly
it flutters
and you suddenly feel it in your stomach again

not even the scent of that four-letter-word in the air
can compare
and even above
all of that, i'm telling you
nothing smells better
than the person you love

You slam the door in anger, in frustration you mutter my name.
You pound your fist against the wall, I cringe and feel your pain.
My words dry in my mouth, a word against you I dare not speak.
My body shys away from you, I feel my knees getting weak.
You vent your fury in a whirling rage, leaving devastation in its wake.
Your words leaving gashes across my face, carrying on not realizing your mistakes.

Attention
Affection

These are the things She strives for

Perfection to get attention to gain affection

But what is perfection?
She starves so She can be skinny, even when She's told She has a **** body
She cuts to punish Herself for eating, yet sees Her scars as imperfections
She puts on make up so She can be pretty, even though She is told She is beautiful
She straightens Her hair to look perfect, even though She is told She looks pretty anyway.

When will She be perfect?

She dresses up,
dumbes it down,
changes Herself
but is let down.

When will She be perfect?

She tries to capture the attention of men and and gain their affection,
But shys away from affection, emotion and the human touch.

When will She be perfect?*

Maybe She will be perfect when she changes Her definition of 'perfection'

If you aren't proud to be my girl in front of the world
                   I'll still be your ***** little secrert
      but know my heart is not fit            so  when you hurl it
           be not afraid it may break on  whateva it hits
              as surely already't shall be long broken to bits.
                               An affair wants to spill,
                                                 to share of its glory
                               as a Lioness shares her ****,
                                                  Or an author his story
                 No act is so private it does not seek applause.
               True love seeks the ALL & knowest time doth not pause  
                                        so as a consiquence
                Passion never shys from standing up for this cause
                              uplifting the object you desire                    Human flaws and Awe
         Ghouls shant go hating on her without those fools hating him
         and right or wrong and vice versa each other they ever defend
             'Else Love becomes a shadow of what it could have been                                  
                                       Not even if 'twere to never heard of such things  
                                                      however unbeknowest     t'will still be a sin
                           if in this dark world         Love's Light isn't unfurled
                          if dead creeps into beauty   &   darkness roots its way back in.
                                                  best we  be Happiest now intact with our Love there in
                                          so for once instead it's the 'morrow that can't wait to see us again.

heat courses through
to
fills my face
as he shys away from my hand
an eyelash remains clinging to his cheek
i want to scream
shout
cry
how could i be so repulsive
to him?
what had i done
other than love him
to make him so uncomfortable
its not fair how
friendly he is
the smiles
the jokes
the lunches we spend together
hes not my best friend
so that stereotype has been
avoided
but now ill never get the chance
i see it behind his
light
eyes when he looks at me
he will always hold me
at a polite
friendly
distance
that hurts more than
being rejected,
this awkward limbo
i accidentally touch him so much, a normal friendly
brush
helping him open something
brushing his hand as i playfully take
his textbook
but he always gets the same look
desperate
awkward
uncomfortable
i'm not a *****
for loving you
goodness knows
an accidentally brush
wont affect you with
the disease that plagues me
i want to hate you for not touching me
but i can't
if love's a disease
then i'm
festering

The riot time has ended
The dog days are gone too-

The warmth. Gone.
Bliss turns to breeze
Saddles to boots.
Outside to inside.

It's time for harvest to arise--
She opens her eyes,
And kisses the sky with her orange tinted lips.
The sun shys away.
As do the leaves.
As do I.

Snug. Wishing. Waiting.
For bliss instead of breeze.
Waves of the ocean replacing waves of ice.
For Summer to open her eyes.
Remove her disguise,
And romance the skies.

As you pack my bags, Mom
Wrap an ounce of Faith too,
The One You have in me.
For there are times,
When you are not around.
There's dusk, twilight and
Gloom
And that innocent bud fears to
Bloom.
Darkness keenly creeps in
And sunshine witfully shys away.
Goodness faints and
Wickedness prevails.
I begin to stumble and fumble.
I (unfortunately) begin to resemble
All but myself.
Then I shall secretly open my bags
And cling on to that ounce of faith.
I tell you Mom...
I tell you, for sure
I will emerge a stronger being
That day
I will be myself
That day...

Bright grass kisses the sun and broken marble shys
Teasing the past to summon old cries
Where summer dies and stars no longer seen
Appearing in mud and everything unclean

Simple waves tease rocky shores
To wash away, all the world ignores
Weathered seams and broken dreams
Old Polaroids fade to nothing under sharp sun beams

This is the story that no parent told
These are the truths that freeze the soul cold
Cherish the memories, memorize what they show
Live in the moment, and let the rest go

Gnawing thoughts;
Biting beats on brain'
Yawning dots'
Sizing them both insane.

                 Or perhaps plain:

His head hurts'
At their single home;
She wears only long skirts.

                      Darling;

Do we surpass our shys;
Being too afraid'
To show our insides?

Shy as a tall mountain'
Hiding behind clouds:
Seems for this first,
We both have a lot to climb.

the music my mind makes alone
is more than delightful than you've ever known

the cacophony around me flushes them out
as im forced to listen to the scream and shout
im obsessed with silence

a listener
a watcher
an observer

im obsessed with silence
a solitary diamond
shys in the light
radiates at night

the music my mind makes alone
is more beautiful than you've ever known

a solitary mind is what im waiting to find
far apart
a piece of art

i am obsessed with silence.
i long to be alone with myself
away from all the wealth

solitaire

~the poetry enigma

the ticking time ...shys away from real truth
that the moment is gone along with our youth
never to be had
no looking back
wishing it all again

the time we knew,,worlds now apart
yet wishing i spoke those words
hoping i said those thoughts
thinking im lost ..whatever the cost ..all hurt

the ticking time passed me by without a care in the world
straight through me as i blinked ..devouring like a drink
left so thirsty and alone .....all alone and so quiet
time passes by and youth becomes the past
when its time its our time to meet
memories now oblique..
time done its deed

There is a monster inside of me
and he doesnt want to eat
forces me to turn away every meal
want to throw up at every piece of food i see
He only feast on pain
from my freinds and enemies
Hes also hurting me
but I;m just a puppet for his insanity
theres a monster inside me
and he wont go away
whispers in my ears
tells me no  one wants to stay
tell me im worthless
fat,and ugly
so I wont eay until he thinks im skinny
there is a monster inside and hes always mad
makes me wanna scream
cutting portals in my skin
so he can get out of me
but he shys from daylight
stays with me
at least he will never leave
keeps me company
I have a monster inside of me
and i wont let him leave
we are freinds now
no matter how that seems
He doesnt care what people think
and niether do it
me and my monster
will be destroying things
for eternity

It's frantic but soothing,
Romantic but brooding,
The Whispers of the sky that whirl the clouds,
Whisp within the broken hearts,
Profound melancholy,
Our yearns,
The perpetually tragic night earns,
Thus the moon shys away,
Bribing the clouds to have it's say,
The clouds form the quit to free the moon from its guilt,
Hiding it away,
But I hope to see the moon as clear as sun,
Who knows it's worshipped,
Spilled into words of praise,
Whilst the moon sighs in envy,
Eluding jealousy a tale so refined,
Forged within sorrows it steals the light,
Wishing for the sun to set so it can have it's rise,

You rain down words like blows,
Battering, smothering, until nothing shows.
Reminded now, drops streak the glass,
The storm has yet to pass.

You lash out now,
Forgone promise of where or how.
Scathe me with every word,
But what hurts more, is simply unheard.

Cast from seething eyes,
A gaze from which even Hope shys.
Dire commination,
Spells only ruination.

There hate burns the brightest,
Aroused by pain in the slightest.
As ember to tinder,
Leaving naught but cinder.

Oh! esteemed Adonis,
Who can engrave you upon the sands of time,
And can steal for a life time,
A space from your priceless heart?

Is it a mere night-bar peppered fish,
That is eaten and passed into the loo?
Or cups of wine gulped through the throat
That shys the brain from senses aright?

Or the rich living lines of a poor country boy,
Carved from his mind with his sleepless night,
To immortalise you for generations to see
And behold your beauty when the dust calls your name?

POET:
OLUWATIMILEHIN A. ALABI
BABY LAWYER

He swaggers by with such confidence.
I stare in admiration of his brown hair & hat.
Nobody else sees what I see, I know he's all that.
His strong personality defends a lack of trust.
He shys away without interest a shell within himself
While I am left to ponder
if about me he will ever grow fonder.
We have nothing in common.
I like to Facebook, watch DVDs, & write poems.
He likes to drink, play video games, & who knows what else.
We are not friends he doesn't care about me.
My feelings he does not care to see.
I guess I am to old is how it is to be.
To be 20 to 17 years younger is impossible.
To be the same age is just not possible.
Our spirits have no age.
But our mortal bodies decline & fade.
I guess I am a person he would never get to know or miss.
Eternal Youth full grown is my personal wish.
To reverse my skin's aging & never decrease bone mass.
To maintain a beautiful face, firm *******, & a figure that's first class.

i have an identity that i keep hidden;
a secret life
that nobody suspects.

at dawn,
when the owls are sleeping,
and even the moon is dozing,
i'm awake, stiff on my bed,
eyes unwilling to rest.

my secret identity is a bully.
i yell,
you're a disappointment
you're numb
you don't deserve this
are you ever thankful for anything?

the victim shys away and covers her ears;
she doesn't want to deal with this tonight.
she cradles into a ball,
hugging her flaws tight.

but i whip her until tears of red form on her back,
push her until she falls.
i whisper into her ear,
YOU'RE WORTHLESS,
and she shows no response.

when the sky breaks with sunlight,
i stand in front of the mirror
observing my battle wounds from the night.

my shattered bones will heal,
the tears in my heart will mend,
and the scars on my back – they will disappear.
but the bully comes back every time,

haunting me with her relentless whispers.

He's no poet.
His words are brash
And his actions are blunt.
He sees blocks of colour
Without varying shades.
He worships at altars of science
Rather than mother nature.
He shys away from
Overwhelming emotion
And hides behind
Facts and figures.
He's not a hearts and flowers
Kind of man
More spleen and moss

The time ticks by like a leaky fosit.
A slow leaky fosit.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

My mind shys away from
The thoughts of you. That
Every drip drop
Echoes another second closer to
Losing you.

Thou est speak
Separately and in speech
Your life shys from the light
Where is your violent life
In purple bruises or redness of your cheeks
Just like a child afraid of the dark
Turns into the bard of barren times
Laconic about his problems
And inclement about his cumulus
The turbulent seas finally shine on this sunset line
Burgeoning bright oars from the stygian life
The tridents push you into the frescoes of reconnaissance
As you lose control of your helm
Your poem comes to a pensive finish
Making someone's poetry better and brighter ad
Cantankerous about fuliginous lines and the velleity towards writing disappears
Some lines for your frostbitten ears
That feel like the heat of icy burn of some desolate polar boreal search

I miss you
I gave you away
I have no right
I took you from my *******
I wasn’t up to the test
Forgive your mother
Never detest her
For she loves you still
Always will
Dandelions wilt on my path
The sun shys away at my pain
The moon calms the waves of my weary heart as I sob at the shoreline
Forgive me my child
Forget me so that I may love you from afar
-KC

she looked at me from where she stood her grave yard eyes were ,
misunderstood ,
she left her heart in a net   ,
catching fireflies in my back garden.

The broken sun now lies low ,
for off to ambiguity she would go ,
and pierce my heart where ever
we  went  ,my forever  
toxic lady.
For I remember to this day ,
her eyes upon me was her prey ,
she sat upon me as I lay ,
my forever Carolina.
For pheasants with crowns pruned
their feathers all around ,
as we first met on the merry go round,
with candy floss lips ,
amongst the punch n Judy.

She span me around until  I dropped ,
my life had become a spinning top ,
then before the coconut shys  ,
she won first prize ,
my ever previous lady .

How I would love to steal her heart ,
go back to the merry go round from the start ,
and her sticky pink candy floss lips ,
of my sugar baby .

she is not the person you want
she will never be
even less so what you need
or think you need at least
she is chaos
just like you
don't fool yourself though
two negatives don't cancel each other out

your jokes make her laugh, happy as can be
a moment of plain thought passes
they drive her up the roof
you want too much
she can't give it to you
you expact too much
she shys away from you
you tell her to do what she wants
but she doesn't understand the meaning of those words
she feels duty and responsibility
not just to herself

she cries, changes her mind, all smiles
while you talk like there is no tomorrow
you think she is upset
when really there are just a million thoughts behind her eyes racing one another, nowhere to go, nowhere to be, nowhere to hide
she cannot be nice to you
don't you understand?
she cannot be kind to you
don't you get why?
you want it all from her
but she can only give you pieces, small and broken
there is no whole left to give