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“The Z Of Life From Under A Smoking Mirror…”
“And sometimes life felt worth living, and sometimes it didn’t”. It was Autumn and death was in vogue; the world happened, rhythmically. Everything was automated, even biology. Wake, expend, expire…lather, rinse, repeat. Adolescence was full of non-sequiturs and six-syllable pharmaceuticals, some people were given to certain things. Gas prices were high and Kate still wanted … Continue reading “The Z Of Life From Under A Smoking Mirror…”
#WOWAfrica THE BIGGEST POETRY COMPETITION IN NIGERIA/AFRICA IS BACK!! #1,000,000 UP FOR GRABS!
War Of Words Africa Video Submission is now extended till….. By Wordup 411 – Mar 28, 2016 682 14 SHARE POETRY CAN BE DANGEROUS, ESPECIALLY BEAUTIFUL POETRY, BECAUSE IT GIVES THE ILLUSION OF HAVING HAD THE EXPERIENCE WITHOUT ACTUALLY GOING THROUGH IT. ― RUMI Video submission which started 12pm Tuesday March 1, 2016 and scheduled … Continue reading #WOWAfrica THE BIGGEST POETRY COMPETITION IN NIGERIA/AFRICA IS BACK!! #1,000,000 UP FOR GRABS!
3 A.m. In Paradise…
The night was young, the wine was old Incense and cherry-scented candles chased the scent of cigarettes past the horizon We tried to follow, but couldn’t keep up So we took pictures instead And left memories At the bottom of our wine glasses We tried to get lit, but ran out of high So we … Continue reading 3 A.m. In Paradise…
Stream Of Consciousness…
Fold my resumé into a paper plane if I can’t afford a round trip ticket, back to my senses, If I’m too jet-lagged to pilot, let the plane crash, but don’t put the fire out until I’m lit Rolling in the deep with a pair of dice and an opinion, gambling with my life If my … Continue reading Stream Of Consciousness…
#This Is A Real Memoir, I Swear#
It was the eve of Christmas ‘013, and the family was in Georgia for the holidays. The neighbourhood was cloyed with the savory scent of sugar-coated edibles, and all the other things I loathe about the season; the caroling, the heartfelt cheer, the decorating, the baking, Santa, the maxed out credit cards, the belated gifts, … Continue reading #This Is A Real Memoir, I Swear#
To The Beau With Love…
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● The Cappuccino Lounge ●…
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Farewell…(I Hope Not).
When our eyes locked I either hid the keys in sin or they got lost Ever since then, I’ve never been able to take them off you again Before you came along, my peace of mind was in pieces, those pieces made a mosaic with other shattered dreams and broken promises Left behind by a … Continue reading Farewell…(I Hope Not).
Don’t Drown
Our friend-ship set sail across the trail of tears that ran down your face as I traced it back to the source I lost direction on my way, and slightly veered off course Our ship crashed into the promises we made Breaking each one as mutual trust began to fade Then we started to drift … Continue reading Don’t Drown
Relatable…
I’d likely compare her to a half-eaten candy bar, Cadbury to be precise, not really sure why I would, but I just would… maybe it’s because I’m being left to finish what another man started, or maybe it’s just cuz I like chocolate bars, irrespective of whether they’ve been partially eaten or not, I can’t … Continue reading Relatable…
I Don’t Even Know What To Call It, Just Read…
So far so good. We were in the seventh period, and I think I’d managed the first six pretty well. I hadn’t taken the word ignorance to a new level….yet, and my self-respect hadn’t depreciated, at least not significantly….I was on top of the world… Until my lecturer decided to switch things up a bit, … Continue reading I Don’t Even Know What To Call It, Just Read…
Words In The Wind…
Through out and ins, the earth spins according to the rhythm of the heartbeats of new offsprings As Church hymns and praise offerings are given to the wind by the lips of the labouring mothers that suffered to bring them in All accompanied by the notes from the strokes of Seraphs on their harp strings, … Continue reading Words In The Wind…
● Two Halves Of A Tale ●
I searched for my emotions through the compartments of my heart, but stumbled over some of Cupid’s older darts lodged in the vital parts While you were getting drunk off of stale teardrops and shady thoughts alone in the dark Sitting atop a mound of broken bottles and broken hearts, from previous lovers that made … Continue reading ● Two Halves Of A Tale ●
School, People, And The Other Disasters That Follow.
I’ve always been a happy kid. Got good grades, looked good ,ate good food, looked good, felt good, had good organs, smelt good, looked good, e.t.c. I was a happy baby 17 years ago. I was happy in Primary School. Very happy in Secondary School. Then I got into the University (pause). I came across … Continue reading School, People, And The Other Disasters That Follow.