I don't talk about you much now,
But that doesn't mean that I've lost the count.
It's exactly been 26 weeks since,
We broke contact.
I said, "People come and go in life",
But deep down I wish that you were unlike.
You're present everywhere around me,
Not physically but always in plea.
Silently you're killing me,
Piece by piece.
You're present everywhere around me,
In my notes app and memory.
In my best friend's messages too,
I feel sorry for what she has to go through.
I confessed to you because I was clueless,
That one text from me will make you ruthless.
The stab you gave me hurt so good,
I slid the knife deeper in my wood.
And the scariest part is yet unspoken,
I know I'll be ready to get my heartbroken.
If I could do what we had all over again,
I would consider myself lucky and not vain.
Words sweeten her ears attentively right;
Pen twisted her take effectively bright-
To write heart's choice off measure,
When tongue could bring on pleasure...
Brighten up wandering eyes' search cum weird night.
virtue is nothing claimed
nothing but acceptance
weary roads of unstable
to reach out to my mother
inherited sadness, taken-on imbalance
derangement of two, nobody understood.
the so-called wise woman said "ignore,
ignore the signals"
how could i be so ruthless
and oversee the madness
tying us through this long hall of the past
no one takes a step
neither could walk away
to break the curse and be brave
inherited cowardice, taken-on petulance.
In shadows cold, you made your stand,
With all the nerve yet none of the spine
You broke my heart with a ruthless hand
The bed you chose, I wish lies unmanned,
A ghostly hollow of your design
In shadows cold, you made your stand
True friends arise, they understand,
But your treachery wears a warmer sign
You broke my heart with a ruthless hand
You left me here to face the sand
Your whispered promises malign;
In shadows cold, you made your stand
Each tear I shed is carved; but you planned,
Yet still, I rise from this decline;
You broke my heart with a ruthless hand
Oh, taste the bitterness claimed, unplanned;
The price of trust—now pain entwined;
In shadows cold, you made your stand;
You broke my heart with a ruthless hand
i feel for yesterday's blooms
already withering
already past their prime
their innocence consumed
their beauty fading in the night
depleted with the passage of time
their message scattered to the breeze
how i resonate and feel for them
here for a moment then gone
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Time is not our master; it's our measure.
I watch the hands that sweep the face,
one second at a time.
While contemplating minutes passed,
they’re silent, as a mime.
The crawl of time is ruthless, and
considers others not.
Ignores life’s circumstances, plus
inhibits peaceful thought.
The mysteries of time abound.
All secrets so well kept.
I cannot understand its scope,
my reasoning, inept.
Time won’t move fast, it won’t move slow,
so steady is its pace.
Perception’s how it seems to flow,
its dust I can’t erase.
I know not when the clock will halt,
and move no more for me.
But when it does, I'll move into
The Lord’s eternity.
There are no days in God’s domain.
He measures time in love.
My journey ends when I’m secure
in His sure hands above.
Fighting the night,
I run to the light,
Something hides in my chamber,
It stealthy comes out,
The night is recalcitrant,
I'm relentless.
August 12, 2023.
I'm planting my hopes in silent passion
A harsh winter salad I fear
with greenfly and spider
I'm waiting for perpetual rain
and to fathom the reasons why?
you left me furlong in the mud
blonde and ruthless ,
telling me something I didn't know
“Still got that tin box that we used to ash cigarettes in college” she asked.
"Yeah, it still carries the ashes of my tenderness that I burned with every cigarette I lit after losing you." he replied.
Silence pronged, lips touched, but this time he could not close his eyes.
Oh! Just come here and see,
these hands are tied,
tied with a rope fragile than glass.
Someone, walk upto me,
I'm pleading, while I'm on my knees,
untie this knot and set me free.
I see this rope is knitted with three strands,
the first is promise, the second is hope
yet the strongest one is morality.
Losing them once made me free
and now they're back, laughing at me
waking up my lost humanity.
they're like a leash on a man
But I'm ruthless can't you see?
Oh! lost Devil rise up again,
Rise up again and set me free.
The merciless judgment
where the fruit fell
subject to decay
~
Trembling in the fight
from root to crown
hurtful and bitter
~
Fateful
in strong storm
causing chaos
~
With a sticky hand
at the end of the dance
blowing south
28/09/2021
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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I called you my Ruth,
but you refused Ruth to Root
Your name is like a silver spoon,
but you prefer to be called back of a pot that is as dark as charcoal
You are Ruthless from birth
You have no Root called Ruth.
I prefer to stand strong on the ground,
but you've sent a strong wind to uproot me
Forcing me to change my name from Ruth to Root
But you've never allowed your friend to change his name from Ghost to Spirit
Thereby eating the Corn from Maize.
I'm a humble bee,
But do not allow me Be
For the Charity is now Vanity
Taking the van to eternity
Refusing to kiss the Jesus Cross
but received a certificate of kissing your man's cross.
I have traveled to Cross River,
thereby crossing the river with cross
Visiting Ruth in the Rootless state,
Causing the head to bow like a respected axe.
Dear Ruthless,
allow me to visit you at University of Calabar
Where i will gain admission to study calabash in the University
Traveling from Owerri to Taliban
To uproot the repented Bokoharam whose name are not Ruth but Rootless in nature...
The Magnet of the Mind -
from
Powerful Piece
to
Powerless Pawn
by
Ruthless Robber - Aggressive Alzheimer's
February 17, 2021
Caught up in a swift maelstrom of my own emotional dances
Showing blips and bleeps of my diabolical solid evil side,
I began twirling myself into my usual schizophrenic frenzy
Was the result pandemonium? Bedlam? A straight jacket?
Ruthless vibrancy flung into an enthusiastic vigor of truth,
In a luminous way I have to admit it was merely another day for me.
the colorful, condescending cat sat on a meaty, meaningful mat while eating a repugnant, ruthless rat
the caring, contented cat sat on this a mangy, murderous mat while eating a remarkable, rough, ruthless rat
the clean, clear cat sat on a mellow, while coughing up huge horrific, heaved hairballs magical mat after digesting it…
3/4/2020
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
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