I know my heart cannot be opened to confirm if the words that flow out of my mouth are genuine but the look in my eyes would bear me witness when I say I love you! For you bring out the sweetness in me like how the juice maker squeezes out the juice from oranges.Continue reading “And I told her”
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Poem for Dad
You may not be the wealthiest Man let alone be famous You may not make the trending topics or the list of the greatest Men but you are my foundation. You sacrificed a whole lot to let me build upon. Even when juvenile delinquency consumed my tender existence still, like a shepherd You found aContinue reading “Poem for Dad”
Poetry is…
Poetry is you Poetry is me Poetry’s the hue our mind’s eyes see. Poetry is abstract as much as it attracts your sense of reading to the poet’s ideas written. Poetry’s the child of brains run wild Poetry is anything that conjures words to meaning. Poetry is wings fly away at will explore horizons reachContinue reading “Poetry is…”
Uncommon Sense
Who would have thought the thick black liquid underneath the earth or somewhere in the deep seas with a smell that makes me want to puke can be tapped and refined into a commodity the world will depend on; dictating world economies showing the extent of human greed determining earth’s health causing conflicts in communitiesContinue reading “Uncommon Sense”
Wasted years
Seated in the cathedral where her wedding would take place, I was one of the first attendants because I wanted to be sure the wedding invitation was not one of her pranks to get me started. Late comers were still settling in as the ceremony was about to start. Poor me, with old suit inheritedContinue reading “Wasted years”
Seven deadly sins
On the high throne the judge sits about to pass verdict for sins commit. Her name is called and I’m the issue “Remember when you lied?” the Judge counted “promised you’ll love him deceive him to believe cheat on him in secrecy lavish his cash file a divorce and took all his wealth Remember?” SheContinue reading “Seven deadly sins”
God bless the Writer
I sit in my study hands on my keyboard with a sudden rush of words flowing from my head to my fingers. I study each word and see infinite ways I could pass messages, then I smiled and said to myself “God bless the Writer.” Dedicated to all the Writers who participate in One ShotContinue reading “God bless the Writer”
