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The Exam

Words written in scrambled lines
lines filled with words
words that determined my fate
fate of my grade.

A war that began 13 weeks ago
with hope and nothing but hope
we hoped the river to cross bore a smile not cross
there is nothing false about hope right?

Words written in scrambled lines
lines hidden by the brownish red of the cover
lines hidden in between words
lines that tested my faith and won.

Here comes he, the man with the golden pen
searching for lines, scrambled lines
lines hidden beyond human sight
but he, he that bore the golden pen
was not human.

A war that began 13 weeks ago
just ended for he, he whose line was found
with lines scrambled beyond recognition
lines filled with words
words that sealed his fate.

The man with the golden pen walked towards me
my mind beat, my heart went blank
he yielded in his hands power to write lines
scrambled lines that could end this war
the war that began 13 weeks ago.

My lines found, my fate sealed
but the truth still sets free
"Sir i wrote these lines"
truly the truth still sets free
free from the end of the war.

How can a man wish for his war to not end
but wait to the last minute, when it comes to a dead-end
they said only the dead have seen the end of war
well, i have seen the end of war
the question is
will i live again?

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Shooting Star

Today I am, Tomorrow I am not
What am I, the world wonders
Just like a movie, my story is cut
Gone, they think I am, where is he?, they ponder

Particles of life, particles of death
Cling all around me, parasites!
As I drift through the waves of life
Today I am here, Tomorrow I am there

A rare spectacle, the world predicts my arrival
As glorious as I come, death seems to be my rival
Friends I make not, life too short for that
Each time I fall in love, my heart is pierced with a dart
Cupids dart, I want
But today I am, tomorrow I am not.

Laws of physics broken, just like pieces of my heart
Fast I move through life, with particles all round me
Am just a SHOOTING STAR
I am not here to stay
Because Today I am, Tomorrow I am not.

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I Speak

Speaking to my mirror, my words get virtual

God created the world with beautiful words

Let there be light, let there be life

But when it came to man, he stopped, he can’t be created with words

So in silence, God worked! 

Lost in this world, lost in my own words

Words pure enough to heal a broken heart

Words powerful enough to destroy a city

Just like a boy learning to speak

My words are just waiting to blossom

My thoughts run wild like a pack of deer chased by a pride of lions

Like an arrow released from the bow, I speak nonstop in my room

Many words have gone unheard by the world

Words pure enough to heal a broken heart

So today, I SPEAK

I speak to the ones out there who have a voice they do not understand
Understanding that they are outstanding but can really stand the 
Pressure of this social world, a world that seems to talk nonstop and
Rebukes the dreamers, a world where being silent is a curse, where being outspoken is the vibe, where knowing how to light up a party is the in thing.

I speak to that boy out there that gets tongue tied in front of that girl, his well prepared speech all seem to vanish. Cant seem to muster a single HY, he has been told to say high HY he has to be HIGH.

I speak to that girl out there with the beauty that lies in the eyes of the beholder, only if there was a beholder, hours on the mirror making up wrinkles, pimples, wishing there was an easier way for this.

I speak to that fat kid, being bullied on the streets every single day, coming home to parents that call him names, siblings that dont care, the fat one is back!!.

I speak to the Christian getting mocked cause he/she is still a virgin, being called all sorts of names. Praying always, speaking in tongues not understood by men, reading a book with principles that seem to take away all the fun of life.

I speak to the introverts, the ones that understands what it means to be lonely, the ones that have their mouths filled with words, only if they could speak, those that speak to their mirrors, wondering when they will speak to the world.

So speaking to my Mirror, my words mirrored in front of me.

So, in silence God worked!

In silence, I speak hoping to speak to the world someday

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Somuadina

What is in a name?
That is the question we ask
Not chosen because of its fame
For ahead lies a task.

They said together we can go far
Holding each others hands
But can I ask you a question sir?
What if no one takes my hand.

For if I am not meant to be alone
But to carry everyone along
Why does the world feel like a stone?
A place I don't feel among.

Because I have seen enough of this world
Just like it's sitting across me at dinner
But despite these woes
My son, your name would be SOMUADINA.

© Chukwumerije Somadina

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A Bald Curse

Glaring signs of a distinct curse
Lies a boy, whose life is tortured by strings
He wished it were guitar strings
At least, the girls, he would get
But all he got were gills, Artificial gills!!

Living a lie, he was born to know
Of this curse lying deep within his chambers
He has read, or so he thought
Of survivors of this growing curse
A curse which let drops fall down his cheeks
Drops of hairs, dark pale hairs

If only He knew the cause of this curse
Why it had chosen him
Born a twin, dying a twig
A twig, void of its former glory
Tortured by his image, He wished He was blind
Tortured by this pain, He wished to feel no more

Oh Lord! listen to my words I plee
"I think you are somewhere in beyond the sun
I heard for every being you create, it is for a cause
Or maybe, it is for a curse, that's all my life has been
Oh Lord! if I am for a cause, clear me of this curse"
But Meanwhile,I fight on!.

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How Many Times

HOW MANY TIMES

How many times have I been told to think outside the box
When what they really meant
Was to lock myself in a box
And if they had to,  they would gladly pay the rent. 

How many times have I been towed towards perfection 
But ended up just as imperfect
Thoughts borne out of great obstruction
When the world questions, will I ever be correct? 

How many times have I been toyed, that I can be all I wanna be 
The truth half-told can really be destructive 
The times I believed, I was led to see
The path so strict; where art thou creatiVIty?

How many times have I been stowed away 
Locked inside a box of rules 
Hoping one day, to find my way
To the land, where I rule.

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Perspective

Thou the world sees me like this
I Am actually like that

With a mind, wandering the faces of the world
with a tongue,quiet to the world
with a smile,known by none
it seems I am alone
But,I Am actually like that

Speaking to my mirror, my words are virtual
seems to make sense,even in broken glass
glass meant to reflect by true self
i seek for something more
cause, I am actually like that

As a poet, I am damned
each word I put down, more imperfect than the last
but i still write, cause that's all i have
immortal imperfections!!!

Thou the world sees me like this
I am actually like that

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My Son Is In Love

With hair well brushed
And shoes well laced
He ran for the bus like he was rushed
With smiles all over his face

I stared and wondered
What was inside him that left?
I had little to ponder
When he came home the same way he left.

My son usually was scattered
Came home as dirty as ever
But now, his appearance was all that mattered
And he seemed to be neat, forever

Then everything became new
Maybe he had something to prove
Then I knew,
My son was in love.

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Prayer

In the name of your Son,whom you sent long ago
In whom i have let go
let go of this world
This world, and its woes

Show me the way I should go
If I should be all I can be
For this boat which I am to row
Might be less sturdy for the sea

Teach me your ways that I might know
The things which thy heart is pleased to see
For if I am to be with you when I go,
Perfect should I be like He.

Tame my tongue, Oh! Lord I plee
For I am a man of unclean lips
If I had my way to see
May I see my days in clips.

Thanks be to thee
For the year whose end is near
But Lord, one thing I plee
That everyone I know might see the new year.

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If

If there was a way 
To live day by day
With joys and no pain
With sunshine and few rains
If there was a girl
Who I would call my dear
Smiles, bringing back memories
Of today, with few worries

If I had a dad, who would live 
For a moment more, please!
For if I had a single wish
I would wish for one more dish, dad

If I could read and not forget
The important things I need to get
To make the grades I am told
Would make me rich when I am old

If the butterflies could fly again
If cancer could fly away
If children could live longer
If the old could get cold no more

If all my dreams could come to pass
Just like a poem written in the class
If I could live one day more
Then I would wish for more.