A TRUTH I KNOW.

I know a truth that affects my use of words when I sit to write.
A truth that could verify the creation of every bit of my life.
Words backed with intense emotions,paint these realities before my eyes.
Though like many,I once was blind.

When love was here;

Our smiles were beautiful and new
Our eyes were lively and blue
Our kiss…long and true
Now that love is gone, where do we go from here?

An Ode to Lucy

Young and soft she was
Her countenance like the soothing sun
Her beauty was divine to us
And our lust after her had only just begun

This sect (3)

There is this sect of people.
They see everything as possible.
Their pasts are only seen as a parable, used to set daily principles.

This sect (2)

There is this sect of people.

They see heights as “not my calling”

As, their past is a well soldered road side warning, giving the stop alert on their path to face the future.

This Sect (1)

There is this sect of people
They see heights as impossible,
their past becomes their principle,

Perfect immunity

You hit me painfully hard today,

So painful that I wanted to retaliate;

I wanted to knock you on the head,

Love dilemma

Now it’s in front of me, it’s in the air,

Still I’m shy about it;

Whenever my friends ask me, I won’t tell,

It’s cold

First, it’s a cold world you’re living in,

The streetz is cold, yes the very one you’re living in;

Expectedly, its cold, this air I’m breathing in,

MY FEARS #ECOEPHOBIA

I am scared, frightened, afraid, terrified. Call it whatever name you feel you want to call it.

I just know I am scared,

I am scared, when I look at the mirror and I cant link the kind of future I want to the image I see

I am scared, I might live a life not up to what I dream it to be.

Can you read my mind?

I mean to write you something sweet;

And at the same time tell you a little secret;

It jumps into my head whenever our eyes meet;

But the words get run over in the racing of my heartbeat.

EIYEMI      

Boy… Girl!

There’s something peculiar to some of us boys;

We may be sad sometimes, buh it’s by choice!

Well, in that kind of chaos, I stay poise,

Cuz all I have to do is call and hear ma baby’s voice!

EIYEMI      

Questions

Would it have been better if I didn’t have a mom? Maybe;

Would it have been better if I had not been born? Definitely;

As a child, I had sucked from the breasts of a demon,

I believe there’s God, cuz surprisingly, I’m not deformed.

EIYEMI