Mysteries beyond words
My confession today is... I love sex, But I prefer purity. I acknowledge the heights gratification, But what can be likened to such pleasure being wasted? Is it the everest of ecstasy lying before the oceans of regrets? I love sex, But I prefer purity. There's naught an explanation for the truth twisted into chords … Continue reading My confession about sex
If I am to live my lifeCapable of only one ability,What is that one thing I would want to do,All my life?It is to solve a problem. Solve a problemtoo difficult for literatureto describe,Too complicated for adjectivesto colorize,Too simple for all schooled to be fooled by its complexity.What is that one thing I would do?It … Continue reading Solve a problem
Yes, I count my progresses, but I refuse to live with them. Sometimes they are the legion I lead to war, Sometimes they are the results of my flirtatious acts with nature. Each step mustered from a million thoughts, I didn't think it will be this hard to live life easy. If roses were seeds … Continue reading TRANSCEND
I just listened to a great song by The God Father of Port Harcourt City, Mo'jeezy.You might wanna check it out...To the boysTaught not to cry,Taught to shy away emotions other than pain, happiness and wrath.Though you still cry either ways,It's inevitable you will evolve into veteran actors, oblivious to the script of life.White papers … Continue reading A Tribute to the men
“There's LoveFor everyone,”Said the hater—The bitter rootOf a wronged love;“But,I won'tCare less,If the sun,Goes coldon you wretchedsoul.Oh my,I didn't mean that” Said heWith less care.Oh wicked love,Why betray anInfant heartTo archery,And cupidThe darter?Why giveSo much voidTo the soul,Who thinks he knows,But knows naught?“Ah! But forget,Love's for e'eryone”Said she withA broken smile.Shattered glass of a soul,Unbeliever … Continue reading THERE’S LOVE FOR EVERYONE
When all seems stale and your life feels full of lime; When you have a sweet tooth and your emotions seem diabetic to your desires; When smiles frown at your suggestion of them revealing a lie; When you have to lie about how you feel,Coz the air would be allergic to your truth. When a … Continue reading You’d be fine
It is the unwanted calm to the raging waters of creativity. It's the cold shower in the winter; A road block fallen from on high To the mind's eye, Blindfolded when we need to see, It is the literary vacuum that visits once in a while. Whilst it's present, Your mind becomes filled with wordy … Continue reading Writer’s Block
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