"thoghts" poems
My feet move me
Like a sailor determining the
Fate of a ship
Kilometers I move, away from my hut's threshold
Where I battle in thoughtless thoghts
.
Solid thoughts,
Roaming on my mind like hawkers
On the streets of Lagos
I felt the tears of the cloud
Drenching me with knowledge on
My only piece of "ankara"
.
Where would fate lead me?
For I fear it's forces may blow me into
The forest of unfulfilled dreams
Will I end up like my fathers?
Who had many wives with shorten lives
Ha! I need the compass of life
.
Let me excrete myself on the platform
Of golds not of the gods
Not reality in an invidious thoughts
Yes, I decide my fate!
Not the gods, reality or some stupid thoughts!
.
Balogun David Tolulope
Drunk poet*©️2017
IG=ace_da_drunk_poet
Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 3:13 AM UTC
Alone at last
Alone at last
What was the point?
What did I gain?
The people I met
The words I said
The things I did
The thoghts I shared
The time I spent
What was the point?
I do not know, for I am surley lost
I must find me, myself and I again.
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 2:28 AM UTC
Disointed words - rickety-
Fingers wrapped - around yellow
Start - stop rythem of thoghts
How tears - fall - like a leaky faucet
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 11:42 PM UTC
If there was something that would tell me how to open my mouth and make you tremble, I would speak and maybe you would listen. For some reason a bucket full of wonderful thoghts gets stopped up in my brain and all that comes out is sorry. I am full of beautiful things, but all that is pulled from me when your around is how you make me feel like I'm the one who messed up.
Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 12:34 AM UTC