Poetic Respect

Poetic Respect I am Mustapha T. Gondon(Poetic Respect),
A young poet who crafts words that reflect the beauty of life, weaving emotions and experiences into verse.

Leooooo!!!, a champion of progress and peace,Your leadership inspires, a future to release.With every step, a brighter p...
21/12/2025

Leooooo!!!, a champion of progress and peace,Your leadership inspires, a future to release.
With every step, a brighter path unfolds,
A safer Liberia, where hope never grows old.
Your voice is a call,
to empower and uplift,To build a nation, where all can thrive and lift.

Congratulations Leo, on this award so fine,May your impact echo through time.

~From Poetic Respect 🫂💪🏿
once again congratulations my dear brother.

@ Leo Gibson

19/10/2025

Title : This wasn't the plan
‎ By : Poetic Respect (Mustapha T.Gondon)

‎ This wasn’t the plan.
‎I swear…
‎ This wasn’t how life was supposed to be.

‎ I was just looking for peace.
‎ Just a little silence,
‎ A moment where my thoughts
would stop screaming.
‎ A night I could sleep
‎ without dreaming about everything I lost.

‎ So I took it.
‎The pill.
‎The smoke.
‎The drink.
‎ I took it and it took me.

‎ ‎ People think I’m just high.
‎ But really, I’m hurting.
‎ They see a drug addict.
‎ But I see a boy trying not to cry in public.
‎ A girl trying to feel something,
‎ anything ,so she does not feel empty.

‎ I didn’t want to get stuck.
‎ I didn’t want to be known as one of them.
‎ But pain is a heavy thing,
‎ and when nobody’s helping you carry it,
‎ You start reaching for whatever won't let you go, even if it means holding on till your last breath.

‎ Sometimes I ask myself:
‎Would anybody notice
‎if I just disappeared?
‎ Would anyone care if my heart stopped beating under this zinc roof?

‎ I used to dream, you know.
‎Big dreams.
‎Me, in uniform.
‎ Me, on stage.
‎ Me, doing something that made my mom proud.

‎ But now I’m here.
‎ In a room that smells like smoke and silence.
‎My friends? All high.
‎My phone? Always dry.
‎My hope?
‎ It’s hanging on by threads.

‎But somehow…
‎ Somehow I still wake up.
‎Still breathe.
‎ Still feel that tiny voice deep down whispering:
‎ You don’t belong here.

‎ And maybe that voice is right.

‎ Maybe I’m more than this addiction.
‎ Maybe I’m still worthy
‎ even if my shirt is dirty,
‎ even if my past is messy.

‎ Maybe I still got time
‎ to become the person I was born to be
‎ before the pain tried to rewrite me.

‎ So I want to try again.
‎ Not because it’s easy
‎ But because I still believe there’s something left in me.

‎ I want to feel joy without needing powder.
‎ I want to laugh without liquor in my breath.
‎ I want to look my ma in the eyes again,
‎ and see pride , not pity.

‎‎To anyone like me
‎stuck, lost, numb
‎ I see you.

You are not alone.
‎You are not worthless.
‎You are not your addiction.

‎You are a story
‎still being written.
‎And this chapter right here?
‎It doesn’t have to be the end.

‎So maybe today…
‎we put the bottle down.
‎Maybe today…
‎we say no to the next pill.
‎Maybe today…
‎we cry, we pray, we call someone
‎but we don’t give up.
‎Because this wasn’t the plan.
‎But it also doesn’t have to be
‎the end.



19/10/2025

It has been a while...
but nevertheless, watch out for a touching piece, title:This wasn't the plan.

In my poem, I express the pain and emptiness that come with addiction, showing it as a way to escape deep emotional struggles rather than a choice. I wanted to reveal the human side behind the label of an addict as it relates to someone who's still searching for peace and meaning. Despite the darkness, my message is one of hope and self forgiveness, reminding myself and others that we are more than our mistakes and that it’s never too late to start again.

watch out

11/07/2025

Title: The Love of My Life

To the love of my life, the one
Who stole my heart and left no
Trace behind.

She carried it in a silent path but
Made no crime of her act.
Yes, she is the apple of my eyes,
And there is no Fib in this line.

Can’t you see? We are 10/10 + 1 – 1,
And that is it, we are one and no critic
in this math.While The chemistry explains
it all, Without doubts.

And if only love could have a flavour, Then
that is you.I am not speaking of Vanilla or
Chocolate, But you and only you,
my melo.

See, you are my Juliet,
And I know that you can see Romeo in me.
I am not Jack to die for your love,
But I will die for your all
And treat you as precious as you are my love.

Chameleons dare not change
To the color that appears
When we make love,
For it is the color of the Space Munster
Taraban.

Memories drive me back
To the time I first cuddled you,
When I first Heard you whisper
in the tune of that heavenly voice.
like the siren lures men to the
dangers of the ocean,
they make me want to dive into the
depths of yours, and take you places
only I can take you to and bring you out of...

That was the day I vowed
Not to run, but to stay
And be with the love of my life
To my love, meeting you was a beautiful
incident,And I promise to repeat it
With no one but you.

You’re the prettiest,
The perfect of them all,
And I am talking about Cinderella.
I want you and every space in between,
So I will never forget
How it feels to exist without you.

Like Genesis told me,
You were made from my ribs,
And this is why I believe
We are soulmates.
So, my love,
stay with me
As the revelation of
A love you've never seen,
Lead us to eternity....

Respect always
Doing it poetically....
By: Poetic Respect (Mustapha T. Gondon)

11/07/2025

Huhh🤦
It has been a while since I stopped writing for a certain reason unknown.

I was just giving myself a break to recover from what hit me hard.
Sometimes life gives us so many options to choose from and we choose from it as it pleases us...
Giving yourself time to figure out the right things from the wrong ones is not a bad idea but try to figure it out wisely...

Nevertheless, Life goes on.. ✌🏿❤️❤️...

Stay tuned as I post a piece called " THE L♥️VE OF MY LIFE" .
@4:00pm

just for strength to wake up.. ✌🏿

Note: You don't have to be in love before writing a love piece 😅✌🏿...🙋

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