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...

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,...

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

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...

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...

Just a book You might think Filled with unspoken words Covered with painting so deep Holding secrets that you know of A diary Man's greatest secret holder Holding the darkest of us Holding the brig...

#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...

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...

Calmness is good. Calmness creates awareness. Calmness gives room for peace. Calmness redefines and restructures. Calmness restores. Calmness aids clarity. Calmness aids understanding. Calmness...

He whispered—and I heard. The dark clouds spoke in a language only I could understand. The crying of nearby babies tried to pull me away, but I remained still, aware. I looked into the overwhelming...

Some days I’m deep, some days I’m chill, some days I’m loud laughter or quiet thoughts. I can be curious, tired, soft, fierce and all of it still counts as me. I don’t have to fit one moo...

#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. ...

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...

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...

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...

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. ...

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...

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...

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...