THE POWER OF DEATH To love is to hurt ones self Death doesn't really hurt but when we love, it does. It is our inability to let go of the past. It is to want more but never to let go. For in order to...

#poetry A Self imposed sheriff Free of etiquette Blind to the grace on Gregory Undermining prestige and hierarchy Lacking decorum, throwing tantrums A narcissistic sepian, full of hubris On the...

I stood in the garden of broken dreams, No fig leaves, no silken seams. The world saw my scars, my pain, my flame, Yet I stood naked, but not ashamed. The serpent hissed, “You’ve lost it all!” ...

I looked into the skies, and I saw this— Here in the city of Ogbomoso📍 A gust of overwhelm rushed through me. It stirred memories I couldn’t quite explain— Memories of fearing the rain, Of...

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#poetry Nights of this kind were their unravelling; Two souls absolute twin flames . The fire would cede to match the passion of their bodies as their mutual yearning craved their indulgence in a dan...

#poetry *MY EMOTIONS FOR THE DAY.* 🫰🏻✍🏽 When tears fall like the rain, And heartache causes you pain, Remember, you are strong and bright, A shining star in the dark of night. Your emoti...

#poetry "The God of Billion Galaxies" In cosmic expanse, He reigns supreme, A billion galaxies, His majestic dream. Yet, amidst the stars and celestial sea, He whispers your name, personally. In th...

POEM; Whispers in the dark Moving in the oceans of girdling lies Going over pending files He looked into the overwhelmed souls Sitting directly in the opposite rows. Knowing deep down in his majesti...

The little efforts made. To make cheer. Only to feel alone, And look for joy sole. If one cheer, And peer. Then the drums could have been heard. Not to feel broken And small. Low self esteem...

🅝︎🅞︎ 🅛︎🅞︎🅥︎🅔︎ Hearts run red— spilled across thoughts I cannot gather. Mind too sharp, slicing myself with critique. I hang in silence, gripping air, while the world...

Must it be me, That the winds of sorrow chase, When joy is served at many tables, And I am left with an empty plate? Must it be me, Whose footsteps echo through lonely paths, While others find the dr...

ECHOES of UNSEEN It comes not loud, but soft and slow, A whisper in the mind’s shadow. No warning signs, no flashing light, Just breath that flees and chest pulled tight. It wears no face, it spe...

#Poetry A political puppet with a pinch of nuisance value An unlettered persona, a dazed despot With simile of psychological imbalance Full of arrogance of ignorance Consumed by hubris and politic...

#poetry A daughter’s ache, a heart split wide Love and hurt walk side by side. Born of warmth, raised in storm, A bond distorted, far from norm. A mother’s touch, both balm and blade, Soft in mo...

#poetry PIECES OF EACH OTHER 🧩 We are pieces of each other, scattered across time, Different faces, different stories, yet the same silent ache behind the eyes. Our roots entwined beneath the sur...

The mood that makes mute. Unuttered thoughts that is supposed no one hears. The urge to speak. Unable to find words. Scanning for words. Able to find words. Imprisoned by fear that produce Silen...

It's not seen. It’s the silence between breaths. The invisible ache masked by "I’m okay." It slips behind smiles, Shadows behind laughter that sounds too rehearsed. It’s tiredness no sleep cures...

Hey love, It’s been a while — and I know that’s an understatement. I didn’t plan to ghost. Life just happened… loudly, quickly, and all at once. In the middle of creating, building, healing,...

Sleep... My energizer and rejuvenator I go weak and tired but return strong with power The weight of my eye lids can now compete with that of lead Struggling to stay awake is a waste of fight cu...