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The Breakup

She's quite an intellect 
A beauty skinned in fair reasoning
Clothed in fumes of rationalism 
Her eyes were made up with eyeliners of 'what's your next plan'...
Her face was polished by the sixth sense
At least, so she thought
She spoke eloquently to me
Stole the show in my heart
And drove away my sense of risk...
Decades slipped through my fingers like snow flakes
Opportunities drained off through the years
While stagnation clutched to my skin
Just because I am dating this lady
She calls herself 'being rational'
Many know her as 'what if this option fails?'
But I'ma call her with her real name
Scared of the future (SOTF)...
I had a 'lone time' last week
And all I accomplished with her was 'lost time'
So I thought to myself
What if I had less than a decade to live
And before I say goodbye
I decided to walk through my hall of fame 
I'm certain all I'll see is a dark brown wall staring back at me
And the next generation would refer to me as
'the guy that dated SOTF'...
So today I've decided to break off our relationship
Yea, I'ma dump you, darling
It's not me, it's you...
I've always been amazing until I met you so...
It's best if we let each other go...
I'm not sorry...
I hope we don't cross paths again...
I'm too good for you...
You don't deserve me...
You've been the worst thing that's ever happened to me...
This is me breaking up with you... 
Ooh! You wanna cry? Mmmmm... Meh!??

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She

I've always wanted to let the world know how I feel deep within
But I guess my emotions are way beyond my words...
See, I think I'm in love with someone
She is a friend
A ventricle in my beating heart
And a vein in my emotional body
I sometimes think of her as my alter ego
You know...
There are lots of things peculiar to just her
Like this graceful smile that she has
Which rips my heart off of my chest
Or her voice which sounds like chirping birds in the morning...
I love it when she plays these tricks on me;
She kisses me in the ear and I lose my defense
She hugs me and I feel like a rock
She text's me and I feel like the worst poet
She promise to call me and don't
Yet I feel so special for the fact that she has my number 
Look,
I've been down this road before
Maybe came up straight
But it's never been like this
I can relate this with fate
She's just a million and one things to me
She's the most complex person in the simplest way
She's a world in a person
She's a math problem I can't solve
She's beautiful like the stars in the sky
She's the rhyme in my poem
She's the note of my song
She's the voice in my cord
Damn! She's so amazing...
Thanks for being the SHE I've always hoped for

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Pain

Pain—the best part of being human
Pain—the worse part of being me
Pain—a process of refining
Pain—an aftermath of being mean
Pain—the longings of young people
Pain—a blessing or a curse
Pain is just pain
Nothing more and nothing less

Pain—a redflag to the carefree
Pain—a driving force for me
Pain—a temple for the heartless
Pain—the darkness I could see
Pain—a burden for the childless
Pain—the route for you to bear your kids
Pain is some pain
Something here(??) and something there(??)

Pain—the cost of your tattooing
Pain—a trademark of your sin
Pain—a symptom of you living
Pain—a yeast to your limping
Pain—a reward for your heartbreak
Pain—a cup y'all must taste
Pain is much pain
Some things hurt and some things burn

Pain—a thing we hate to feel
Pain—a sign of _this is real_
Pain—a sting that doesn't kill
Pain—this isn't part of our deal
Pain—the birth of my recklessness
Pain—the death of my kindliness
Pain has gain
Body piercings are beautiful but it does pain

Imagine you living without pain
You'd bleed to death yet feel nothing
You'd be betrayed yet not hurt
You'd never cry because
You can't feel pain
Pain will be a myth
I wonder if we'd enjoy life without pain
How much more of childbirth




Posted on 10th June, 2020
Critiqued by Tampi Lilian and Yacit Telfim

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Simple Ones

The ghost of your actions followed you stealthily 
Whispering and telling you that you've failed
Bitterness and regrets tortured you terribly
Painting portraits of you chasing your tail

Bored of living in cycles
Exhausted from living in fears
Drowning in a dozen of dry pools
Wallowing in a sky full of cares

Cut off from the web of this struggle
Maybe save your strength for a dance
'cause wisdom would cross you up of this hurdle
She's so concerned about you simple ones

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Love Misconception

In all honesty
I believe Love is actually blind
That she lost her road
And headed straight 
Into the mess, she lays in today
I hope we all find her, bathe her and clothe her
Cos she's really a mess right now...

Love used to be the gatekeeper
Between the legs of young girls
Keeping the invaders out in the wild
But these days,
She's more like the green lamp on the traffic lights
Beaconing every car to drive that route
Deep into 'The Virgin Close'

Love used to be the backbone of every man
The strength and blood that pushes men to fight
Work and be the better person
But these days
She's become the gravity pulling every man down
She's the pickaxe used by gold-diggers
Digging the wealth out of our young men 
Leaving them broke—like some shattered glass

Love was so innocent back in the day
All she knew was just letters
Written by some secret admirer
And believe me
The shadiest part of the letter is
You've got beautiful brown eyes
That's a classical one
But these days
Love does Sexting
She's all about the unspeakable...

Love is so rusty
She needs some work done on her
She needs rehabilitation
From her figure to her concept
Especially her use in this context
She is meant to be the binder
Between us all
But sadly, Love is blind
We've gotta spit on the ground
Make mud and rub in her eyes
As we proclaim the phrase (Jn. 9:6)...

Here's Mud in Your Eye

And all will come to know that
Love is not blind
Love is not proud
Love is not self-seeking
Love keeps no record of wrong
Rather, Love is kind
Love is patient
Love is true
Love protects
Love perseveres
Love is beautiful
Just like the Sea...

Inspired by Martha Machief
Critiqued by Ess—Jay

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Meet My Wife

Between the aisles of my life
Between the hours of my strife
Hangs the portrait of my wife

Her kind words
Sinking deep down like rain drops
Running underground into streamcups

Here and there
My heart wavered 
Whenever she was away

It was like I became a dust
Just a molecule that is wandering lost
Find me wherever if you must

She is my little finger
She makes me want to linger
Like a bird or even a wonderful singer

While she's here
I speak while she hears
It's like we're leaving our millionth year

When I wake in the morning
Her snore sounds like a bird humming
Damn! My mouth won't just stop running

Look at her eyes
You'd see that I was actually wise
To see and fall in the arm of my wife

If God were to make a trillion of her
I'd locate her
By her beautiful dark brown eyes

Her companion defines the beauty of life
So that loving her flows thru me with no strife
Believe me, this is my wife

But I've got to stop here
And save my words
'Cos, I am yet to meet my wife...

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Blue, Black, Red

Blue, black and red
Shade these on me when i'll wed
As i said,
Blue, black and red

Black, red and blue
Shades that are loved by few
This is new,
Black, red and blue

Red, blue and black
Light is all that they lack
Paint my back,
Red, blue and black

The sky is blue
My hair is black
My blood is red
i love blue, black and red

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The Proposal

You're the idea within my every rhyme
The verses that make up my sonnet
Your smile reminds me of the sunset
As she kisses the horizon every time
When i think of you my heart gives a chime
Telling me to walk up to you and make a comment
But reality was right before you in that very moment
And all i now have is a fantasy which was never mine

I have a proposal for you
If we wind up single in twenty-twenty
Let's get together 
'Cause there's just a bit or few
Of time which actually isn't plenty
As the sands of time was buried in the weather

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Dear Wedding Rehearsal Dinner

Dear wedding rehearsal dinner
Sorry for not speaking sooner
We've been delayed by the bride
'Cause she's gone out for a ride
You know — who are we without her
A question I just can't answer
So let's drink our disappointment to sleep
Because the burden is not ours to keep

Dear wedding rehearsal dinner
It seems you are really getting slimmer
I fed you with so much plans
Including the salsa dance
Toasts and clinkering glasses
Recitals of flowery verses
You were meant to be a beautiful song
But you turned out worse than a teen prom

Dear wedding rehearsal dinner
My heart can't help but to miss her
She is all I have ever wanted
My metaphorical flowing fountain
She flows with life and elegance
Waves of sweetness and temperance
Smashing my cliff-hanging heart
With her I can't seem to doubt

Dear wedding rehearsal dinner
My light seems to be going dimmer
And with every ticking of her absence
I get struck by the whip of my conscience
A moment I have staged all by myself
I'm just a dusty book stacked on the shelf
Waiting and hoping to be flung into Sea
Because that is where my heart wants to be

Dear wedding rehearsal dinner
I'm sorry for being this boring dreamer
But I'd like you to know this
That I'll live on in one piece
And even though I ruined you for us
I would love and wait for her if I must
So send my apologies to our guests
I love them! They're the best...

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Scissors Man

You're a waste of a man
The last choice for a sane person
The weirdest weirdo amidst weirdos
You just don't fit in —
Like a pole climbing strap
Trying to be forced into a blue Jeans
What an abuse of the word, Belt...

You're not the tallest
Nor the darkest
Neither are you the brightest
Yet, whenever you're amidst your peers
You're always singled out —
The only one stereotyped as
He's good with the scissors...

Your dreams are always overboard
At least, so we all think
You work tirelessly
Like the minutes hand of the London clock
Yet we see no changes in you
All you're left with each New Year's Eve
Is a new pair of scissors

How do you do that
How do you wake every morning
With your pair of scissors
And head out to make nothing
Yet, you've got the best smile
You really don't worry about a thing
How do you do that

If I were you, man
I'd have traded my scissors for a pen
But you ain't a writer
Or I'd have traded my scissors for a mic
But you ain't a rapper
Wait! 
How about trading your scissors for...

Nothing
Nothing is a relative concept
What I see and call nothing
Might be what you see and call textile
I'd trash it out in the waste bin
And you being the trash guy
You scissors it out into a T-shirt

They say cut your clothes
In accordance with your body
Well, you've got the scissors
You know more of that than I possibly can
While we're here as your peers
Holding a hundred yards of life's textile
We don't know how to make a hankie

With regard to the textiles
I've got probably the best colour
Arum's got the thickest and latest of them all
In fact, yours is the biggest
Let down of all time textiles
Yet you really don't mind
Because, you've got the scissors

Truthfully, man
I envy your attitude towards your scissors
The way you cling to it
Like it's attached to your lungs
And you can't breathe without it
You even gave her a name — Atong
Who gives a scissors a name

You're your own man
You do your own thing
You think your own thoughts
You've got your own time
Leaving us in a loop called trend
You my friend are just you
Nothing more and nothing less

You made your tool your best friend
While I made my pen and my paper
My worse enemy
Arum on the other hand
Has good brains 
But thinking is now the death of him
We hate our tools

Well, I guess perspective holds so much
But sometimes we're blinded by
The cataract from our ignorance
And wannabe syndrome
We lose our uniqueness
In trying to be standardised like everyone else
I'ma just be customised now like you are

And like I said
Your thoughts are overboard
Into the depths of the sea
Beyond what mere eyes can see
No one knows what you want
Keep being you
You might just be the world's best scissors man...