Diary of a bipolar.. It's has been while. 365 days of overthinking again. Perhaps, not wanting a reoccurring theme. Perhaps just the habitual game play of moodsl Most definitely No definitely not. ...

#poetry I lost all hope So full of whisper oh dawn of mystery That I had mistaken for normal luxury Lost in the rhythm of life's harmony Dancing to your tune yet all is agony I lost all hope! I los...

Happy 65TH INDEPENDENCE NIGERIA✨🎉 #Poetry #Spokenwordpoetry #Nigeriaourmotherland

THE BLAZE OF DIVINE MAJESTY BY E I VICTOR (SIR WRITE MAN) The Blaze of divine majesty He is cloth in fire He spits fire He holds a sword of fire He is a purifier He removes impurities and negativit...

If the earth could sing, If they waves could speak If time could flip back I'd walk a thousand miles with you, Living, truly living The good, and the rest Never wondering why You were taken, ...

Nigeria at 65 Nigeria, a great nation At 65, the era of seasoned grace. At 65, we stand unbroken, bold like a lion that cannot be tamed. From trials of splendid sapa To draws of fatal shege Sti...

This is a plea to Nircle team. Is any other user having issues with the app or the site? I literally can’t understand what’s going on anymore. I get comment notifications but when I open to re...

Year 2018 From the diary of a bipolar.. To the bane of my existence And to the memories not forgotten. I habour them within. Walking through the sea of evergreen. I caught myself staring. Not a...

Hi, how is it going? Had this with me for months and just thought to share it now. Hope you like it :) How does one get over that feeling? How do you grieve? What are the questions that need answer...

Blanked Easy oh you the man in my fantasy Longing for peace oh are you empathy We judge the books not by simplicity Bring the clouds down Oh Ambiguity Just like tod...

Sixty-five years of independence have come and gone, A nation born from dreams, yet still fighting to hold on. Children's eyes wide with hunger, their bellies in pain, No shelter from the blows,...

#poetry Her voice , tender yet eruptive, as the whispers of her interests unravel me in a wild streak of erotic tension. Her moans are prayers in a holy ruin swearing in her breath like it is a decr...

Beyond our knowledge is our ignorance. Beyond what we see, feel, smell, touch lies the vast infinite UNKNOWN. That's the existence of God (the) UNKNOWN. The more we discover of the vast UNKNOWN (INFI...

From the diary of a bipolar.. To her current cold hearted self too numb to feel, and too indifferent to even try. I am sorry.. I should have loved and be loved better not harder. I should have neve...

#poetry Dear Me How did I arrive at such a spacious abyss Where conflicts are resolved with a tone And peace is always a tool on the tongue Would it have mattered if I say I am to blame Should it be ...

If we were like the four seasons Perhaps I should have frozen our spring. I should have kept our burning hearts in stasis. This way they wouldn't have been dried out like a raisin in the summer sun. ...

A piece with no title, written three years ago , portraying the struggle between passion for education and practical skill. If this piece should have a title, What would it be? #Hellonircle #poetry...

Come back home o wandering daughter Come to the embrace of your waiting father Come to the open arms of your loving mother The home where you had joy without vendetta The world outside is cold and s...

I hate your smile, I hate the way you laugh, and I hate your face. I hate your teeth shape, I hate your skin colour, And I hate the way you talk. I hate your dress sense, I hate your thinking, And I...

From the diary of a bipolar.. To a wild world She saw this somewhere Somewhere I cannot seem to remember any longer. The world was burning. Chaos spread like wild fire, everyone for himself. She...