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26/09/2024

The art of poetry is rich

Story: The Little one's wish to God ContinuationThe cotton tore, the glass came crushing down, she dropped on her knees,...
15/09/2024

Story: The Little one's wish to God
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The cotton tore, the glass came crushing down, she dropped on her knees, pressing her hands on her ears to avoid the loud voice, with a shutting eyes in cold feet. The little one's mind trembled dancing to the tune of the wind, imaginably witnessing the end of the world that night.

Could it be God is angry for constantly stucking him all through the night? Her inner voice felt the guilt. Many unreasonable questions to herself turned into a monologue for over minutes like she was driving insane.

How could she be so engulfed with such insensitive thoughts, casting holy blames on herself for the stroke of the thunder with an insinuation of God's anger.
She composed her breath and excused herself from all the inner doubts wanting to face her fear this time round.

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Story: The little one's wish to GodShe glims through the window in dark hoping to see God packing the stars to brighten ...
11/09/2024

Story: The little one's wish to God

She glims through the window in dark hoping to see God packing the stars to brighten the night, depriving her eyes the sweetness of sleep to spy, peeping up the sky by sliding the cotton, transparently exposing half of herself through the window's glass with a projected face lust over the clouds.

"I pray to see God tonight; I want to make a wish" her mind whispers into her ears. "Funny girl, how can you pray for an impossible request from me, sneaking your sight out the window" God said to himself.
"Hahahaha," he laughed out loud for the world not to hear the mighty voice.

After a while of her silent unfulfilled prayer, the little one massaged her high hopes down the storey building where she is gazing from, because the suspense was unbearable for her chest.

It was 2:30 PM in the morning, everyone in the house had taken their beds, hopefully snoring under their blankets, enjoying the night as the cold breeze blew over the roof.

She couldn't even feel the puffing cold wind slamming her entire body coming from the window, with her clipped hands, all she desires is a moment with his creator.

As the hands of the clock kept waving, racing each other eating up the time until dawn, a loud voice sounded from heaven causing lightning thunderstorms…. “WHAT IS YOUR WISH LITTLE ONE

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Let's all endeavour to save time for ourselves being alone. The time you spend with yourself helps discover your talents...
09/09/2024

Let's all endeavour to save time for ourselves being alone. The time you spend with yourself helps discover your talents and hidden potentials. Apparently, everybody is talented and has not less than 3 God-given gifts to explore and show the world.
It's your responsibility as a human to observe and find yourself, what you can do, and what you can contribute to the world during your lifespan.

The art is rich in words

02/09/2024

The art of poetry is rich 😍 ✌

Piece: Betrothed PainMy pain has become invincible to your sight and emotions you can't see, you can't feel, alas, your ...
02/09/2024

Piece: Betrothed Pain

My pain has become invincible to your sight and emotions
you can't see, you can't feel, alas, your breath is intoxicated by the fragrance of my perfume, smells sweet


Night passes, after every liquor glass, I'm your punching bag
The smoke of the w**d gets you high, so you make me your low

Beneath your knees I crawl out grief, gathering my scattered self up, with my tears mopping the floor crippling in pain

The hands you used to fix the ring, twas, now a fold fist to slap the smile out my jaws of every kiss

The mouth of "yes I do" now an abusive tool, a weapon formed against me to prosper your intentions uttered

My body is the temple of your strikes anointed by the tears of my eyes, the forsaken, in the promise land of marriage

Tho my flesh is made from your rib, you make me not of your own but flash of your calls and a torment of hell
A broken piece, stitching itself to be at peace

I'm the victim of your crime, the skin of your finger pinch, behold by squeeze face of sour touch.

30/08/2024

The Art of Poetry is life

Sorry, you are lonely and alone. The last hope you had was your shadow, but it left you when it started to rain.Sorry, n...
21/08/2024

Sorry, you are lonely and alone. The last hope you had was your shadow, but it left you when it started to rain.

Sorry, nobody cares about you as much as you think; your thoughts are shallow-minded.

Sorry, we can't see the pain in your eyes coz it's beclouded by the reflection of ourselves when we look into it and smile

Sorry, the mirror only reflects you, not the broken pain inside of you for us to see.

Sorry, we couldn't witness the tears that killed your eyes at night; sleep snatched our evidence.

Sorry, your painful voice only re-echos within you and yourself. The world is too deaf to hear your silence.

Sorry, your goals might be cancelled and called offside; we don't reff your life. We are just fans.

Sorry, somebody might wake you up from your dreams before you achieve and sound like a nightmare.

Sorry, beauty doesn't lie in the eyes of the beholder any more but in currency

Sorry, those you gossip with will gossip about you. The devil is not your enemy but your negative self

Sorry, you failed and failure will fail you if you fail again

Sorry, this piece does speak not your mind but something far from lies

I'm sorry, we are sorry, but the WORLD IS NOT SORRY AND DOESN'T CARE ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS. 🤡

Black truth 🖤

✍🏿....AV

2020 ✌ 😍 💖💝💞
17/08/2024

2020 ✌ 😍 💖💝💞

Spaces The art is rich with words but broke in pocket 🤡
15/08/2024

Spaces
The art is rich with words but broke in pocket 🤡

P🤡eTrY 🔥 🎤 AV
15/08/2024

P🤡eTrY 🔥 🎤
AV

21/07/2024

When I let out my frustrating emotions it feel like a demon crawling out of the abyss...
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