WITH EACH BREATH

everyday I open up my eyes and discovered that dreams and reality just don’t get along too well
but the truth is undeniable and regardless wishes aren’t horses
I breathe in and out a thought repeatedly. close my eyes and all I see is a reoccurring trail of plain wishes as impossible as a wet rock under the sun
and I could never settle for a defeat
cuz these exhales speaks truth in unspoken words only audible to us
with every breath I wish…..
unspeakable feelings sense within
and every time I look into the waters
I see a reflection of reality worth turning to dreams
or rather….. dreams worth turning into reality with each breath I take in, it’s an impossible plain wish.

She is danger craved for

she said everything would be fine
she said in a million years to come she would still choose the unexpected
she was such an easy to fall for type
she uses black magic
she confuses one with her killer smile
she makes the crowd and “him” go crazy
she’s quite toxic, everyone “wants” her thinks they “need” her
until they realize her toxic fumes spreads and cripples
she isn’t to be loved or tampered with
she isn’t what she thinks of herself
and neither is she what others think of her.
she is danger craved for.

BLEEDING LOVE

they said love doesn’t hurt
they said all good things about love
a word so complicated
a four letter word that forms a forum of complications
a love that cuts so deep
a love that hurts so bad
it’s love anyways but it’s different
it’s an experiencial emotional torture
but you keep yearning for more
oh! sweet pain
clearly piercing through but you embrace the pain and hope for a better tomorrow
and “uncertain tomorrow”
and though joy comes in the morning
sunrises day by day
but you keep waiting for the morning everything will seem just fine
it’s A Love so pure
but it’s a bleeding Love.


ART & SOUL: MY ART IS “ME”

my art is a definition of “me”
my art is the deepest reflection of my feelings thoughts and emotions
my art doesn’t give an absolute substitute to who I am
but gives a dissolute version of me
my art defines the true, inner me,
the part you can only get to know through the lines
my art is deeply connected to my soul
it defines art and soul
my art is me.


ART & SOUL: MY ART IS SIMPLICITY IN ITS DEPTH

my art is in its simplest form yet has a “well-depth” meaning
my diction is straight forward but get you self- pondering
my art might not be “vocabulary based” but its fact-based
hits deep down to rock bottom
reawakens that feeling you have become friends with for a long time
and might be therapeutic!
my art might not be considered “award-winning” but it’s soul winning
so look through this soul’s sincerity
and discover simplicity in its depth.


ART & SOUL: MY ART IS EXPRESSIONLESS

my art is expressionless
in its most expressive form yet speechless in a familiar voice
my art tells you what you know already
it opens up those bottled feelings yet finds it hard to put it to words
my art is here for you even in its silence
connect to these words and free up the pain hidden in your pride
my art is expressionless in the most expressive way.


ART & SOUL: MY ART IS A SHOWCASE OF UNIQUENESS


my art is a showcase of uniqueness
cinema of my special individuality
a perfect distinction in the most intriguing manner
an amazing prologue that gets you stuck to your seats
my art is uniqueness at its peak
my art is conceptional In an exceptional way
my art is a showcase of uniqueness
welcome to my cinema


ART & SOUL: MY ART IS RELATABLE

my art is relatable
my art takes you on a journey
views of genuine sincerity
gets you acquaint with the bitter reality you’ve been hiding from
my art is a blunt version of Truth unhidden on these lips of mine
do not mistake my art for acrimony
my art is actuality
my art is relatable.


ART & SOUL: MY ART IS PHENOMENAL

my art is phenomenal
it’s not to be downgraded nor downtrodden
it’s not your regular “type-usual”
my art is a seed of greatness that blooms everyday
my art is phenomenal
my art is beyond imaginations of greatness
it’s unbelievably interesting
my art is a creative silhouette
my art will surely “woah” you
my art is phenomenal.


“ODDNESS”


sometimes I wonder if I think like other humans.
I think about odd things.
I act in an odd way…
one might tag it as craziness and another might tag is as uniqueness.
yes mistakes are inevitable, but my mistakes are “priceless”.
odd right?
it’s like my life is replaying right before my eyes
if only I could press the fast-forward button, get to the interesting part.
“c’mon I knew this will happen……..”
“uhh!! I’m not surprised……..”
between the “why??” and the “oh noo!!”
is the “chill the end is perfect”
and along the way, parts worth replying in a million times.
if my life was a novel, you will get lost between the pages and get back on track at the last 10 pages.
crazy ain’t it?
if my life was a movie, you would impatiently anticipate the ending.
and so I’ll let it play on and look forward to the ending.


“REMINISCE”


I once wrote about my difference with so much confidence, undaunted and certain it was a unique one.
I once said I don’t listen to how people say the world works.
never knew I would be in a state of total give up. never knew I would be looking for the real me.
so?? I make odd choices.
so?? I look beyond the surface.
it’s cruel that society has made some certain ideologies, cultures crafted by what we consider “norms”
I want to be different.
I want to be recorded as the unique one.
stand out from the crowd,
dig out the truth to the surface.
repaint that wrong picture and show you why diamonds are rare and are found underneath the ground.
I want to be me, but society wants me to be a replica of humans,
play a role as part of the ideologically accepted human crafted culture.
I want to make a difference, discover, and explore but society is content with just the human routine achievements.

But what if I was made to achieve something much more than that?

“Writing”

I used to think that writing is a skill.
I used to think I just had to hit those punchlines to be great, had to be outstanding and a pro.
but I got to realize the greatest version of a writer is the unedited version, those parts where you just want to be you and pour it all out.
no rhymes, no perfect similes, no poetic lines.
That moment you have this absolute “whack” piece and you look down on it and about to shove it aside and then you realize that by just mere Reading it, you experience the feeling. “that feeling”
let Me be poetic!
that feeling that kills the doubts in you and buried them in self-appreciation.
that feeling that awakens the realness in you and tells it you are amazing! keep doing better!
that feeling that takes all your faulty and “not so poetic lines”, your spelling errors, your doubts and self depreciation, and all your perverted ideas and weaves it into a masterpiece a beautiful art that lets people in through the door of words
then makes the room conducive through the windows of imperfection.

I used to think writing is skill, but i discover that writing is an undiluted expression.

The future I picture

This is the story of my “blink-of-an-eye” future. I like to close my eyes and picture a future with lots of echoes from applauses, standing ovation from the crowd, as I stand on that iconic stage putting on that “I knew I’ll make it” smile on my face and a deep sense of fulfillment resting within me.
A future where I could sit and reminisce with those amateur draft that form the foundation for an award-winning icon.
A success themed future where the word of the day would be “congratulations”!!
A future where I could be a source of inspiration to the former “me”.
As I open up my eyes, I get awakened by the realization that I have a lot to do in accord to that future.
I get fueled up for greatness!!

“Crazy ain’t it?”

Phew!! It's crazy ain't it?, Who am I expecting to answer this..... 
Go on....you could call it being unserious, undetermined, unable to reach my goals, set my eyes on the gold that brightens up my future and nothing less, a quench for greatness....
But this soul has been glitched, downtrodden under the fist of self paranoia. Where every glimpse of greatness have been erased, not even an echo of all the encouragement that strives me on. From a distance I have a blurred vision, but coming closer with just a blink of an eye it has vanished like it was never there.......
Crazy ain't it?
Cuz everyone else sees it so clear as crystal
But I don't.....
I've been on a journey, of thousands miles in thousand ways treacherous.  Could Sail through an ocean of possibilities but decided to buy a plane ticket.
Crazy ain't it?
Funny how my mind seems to paint a picture from a drop of unfiltered paint.
Funny how my visuals seems so clear but pictures a blurred version of reality....
Funny how I seem okay and the next moment I feel like a thousand tangled threads....  Unable to get straight.
So when I ask "crazy ain't it?"....... Don't worry it's not meant to be answered.
And one thing I really hope for is fuel to fire on
Burn down this jungle of self paranoia, tear off that page of limitations, and paint a clear picture from the most refined paint.
It's been "a journey"..... Literally.
And I might just tell you about it.

Hey! Just a drop of reassurance is all this soul needs….. Wanna hear about “the journey”?

Guilty pleasures

Cut it off!
All lies!
Stop this pretence under this defense the only context of words you seem to compel me with.
It's bad but it's good
It's wrong but it's right
Your not supposed to do it, but your not supposed to trip either
Common!
It's the gaslighting for me!
You act like you care, and make me compare the obvious.
It's not like I'm oblivious of the fact that it's temporary.
It's temporary, but permanently creates a contemporary image in my mind.
Stop with the contemplating! 
But why do I still want you to consider it anyway??
You made this image
And now it doesn't seem to fade...... 
Maybe I didn't erase it.
Clear up this deck, pick up new cards.
I need to play well to erase this scars
But why do I still have doubts??

Someone who changed my life

Life has never been the same since from the start, because that person has been there from my scratch. Never left my side because we’re attached. The mere sight of us is a clear sight that we’re a match.

Of course there were rough patches and many lashes carried under the wings of love. There were bitter cries, many lies under ties, but at the end, I dry up my eyes and drink that coke as we joke around.

In numerous ways have there been an impact in my life through this person. Next to God, he is the back bone of my academic success, my very own personal tutor. My moral instructor, and by his words, the structure of my lifestyle is derived.

He is the most loving person I know. Willing to sacrifice any price to see me with a smile. I consider him my super Man, cos he’s always there for me.

Life can never be the same as long as he’s here with his super care. There can be no drop no matter the flop for the love I have for him.

He has changed my life in every possible way!

“it’s been forever”

They say nothing lasts forever
They say seasons change but I see no change in this season
I see no smile, no back up file for this main file, meanwhile....  
The pain isn't getting extinguished
I thought this anguish will vanish 
But since happiness was banished from this entity, I have lost my identity


This little girl filled with hope for the unseen but still finds herself in a loop to the unknown.

She strives to be the one, that "one" that could have won but none of these matter anymore........
They say nothing lasts forever!
But it's been forever!!!!!

Left to ponder 2

Left to ponder
About why am not the one with the Golden thunder
About why I have to die to feel important
About so many reasons why I have a purpose.
Left to ponder about why I  can't see the heavens in my eyes without a mirror.
About so many known but unknown mysteries of life.
About why I have to take certain risks to be recognized.
Left to ponder on some questions that constantly drown my soul in wonder
Do I make a difference?
Am I gonna make that dream come true?
Is anyone reading this?
Maybe if dreaming big on a global perspective was a crime, then my mind wouldn't have to be constantly clouded with ideas, and my soul won't be drowned in wonder as am constantly left to ponder.

Left to ponder 1

Left to ponder
Lonely in my room
And deep within because of the thoughts that broke my mind
It's as if I have lived this world before I was born
It's as if I was a god, now in a human body.
So I wonder why,
Why I was left to tremble
Why I was left with many unanswerd  questions.
Why I was left on the undiscovered part of the mystery.
Am I living the right life?
Am I on the destined track?
These are constant pop up questions in my head, as am constantly left to ponder.

Doubt

Clear from a distance at a distant time
Coming closer and gaining a blurred vision
Certainty and confidence lost in a blink of an eye
Doubt and depression slowly sliding in
Tryna pull myself together and focus but constantly being drawn back by a feeling of uncertainty, the sudden fear of the unknown
Why??
Why this fear factor?
A Sub entity tryna pull down this whole entity.

PREJUDICE

We all vary as individuals.
Ranging from our names, origin, gender, race, religion, personality, and the rest.
But that shouldn’t in anyway determine our destination in life, that should only be what distinguishes us and makes us peculiar. I strongly believe that there should be no hindrance or limitations to our success because of the traits we possess. That of all reasons is why I wage a strong disapproval for PREJUDICE.

Bias decisions are made continually which are hindering the growth of some individuals who really deserve a spot at the top. Dreams are shattered not because there isn’t enough talent or qualities required, but because of sudden and unreasonable decisions that were made

PEN POWER 🖋️🖋️ WAGES A PROTEST AGAINST PREJUDICE!!.

THE RAIDER OF OUR TREASURE BOX

Nothing can be more worthy than guarding the virtues of our life. Nothing can be more dearer to us than our dreams “why we are here”. The goal should be to fly flags of joy. To sail a yacht powered by the breeze of love, with compassion in the air. To let heaven- on- earth be our destination.

Of things that will blot out our "treasures"
Anger  invariable,
Anger is a thief,
Anger spreads calamity,
Anger raids us of our treasure box.

What causes anger??

Our perception of negativity,
Our constant ponder on things that do not bring joy to us, rather causes us to be troubled.
What goes on in our minds goes a long way in predicting our feelings.
As the popular saying goes....."as you think, so you feel".
The best antidote for life is to control what goes on in our minds.

Anger spreads toxic fumes. We should be pleased to spread love wherever we find ourselves, because where there is love, there peace will be.

Pretty girl

Pretty girl…..
A daughter,
A sister
Pretty girl…..
The fun, funny one,
The broke, sometimes rich one
Pretty girl…..
The big dreamer,
Pretty girl…..
The beauty goddess
Pretty girl…..
The most cherished cover girl,
The music lover,
The stereotype of knowledge,
The simple girl, hiding under the cliche of Fame
Pretty girl…..
Smile for the camera!!

The most beautiful feeling a writer could get is to be inspired by his or herself.

#gizi'smuse
#poetrydefined
#selfinspired

TRUE PROGRESS

Progress is the act of moving forward
Progress is the acceleration of our success
The inbuilt optimism that pushes us to the top, not just that but the best of it!
The equivalent to this is a life filled with false hope but still being fueled by failure.
A raging desire to strive on even when the road isn't smooth at all.
A strong believe that impossibility is just an opinion that is accepted only by the weak souls. The ability to stand undefeated in the midst of unexpected challenges
PROGRESS!!
Is the happiness that comes along with the triumph of doggedness. An insight to the true meaning of progress, causes us to wonder........
Is progress truly achievable?

Hope

My everyday prayer is to never be in a state of total give up, I mean, there are times you feel like giving up on everything, there are times you just feel like you’re not up to that standard, you feel like you can never be recognized, like all those dreams of yours are just superstitions, those times when you’re just a step away from giving up.

In times like these, the most powerful mindset you could adapt to is that of hope.

HOPE, they say is to want something to happen with a sense of expectation that it might. Or as I like to cut it short, HOPE is to be optimistic.

Being optimistic Even in the most seemingly impossible situation, having a positive mindset about every situations, be it good, or bad.

Having hope and positivity alone can trigger positive occurrences. Not only that, it gives you a pure sense of reassurance, which in turn gives you peace of mind.

Hope is what keeps you striving until that dream of yours turns to a reality worth being inspired by.

“me” is the constant!

It is always a wrong mentality to think that one’s personality can be changed or altered by the circumstances around. Yes there are times you just get so tempted to do the wrong in other to get what you desire, but then that “you” in you won’t let you. I mean surely you might say it was because of the circumstances at hand……there was nothing I could do…….of course there was something you could do! Stay true to yourself, and be the “you” that you are, ignore all temptation and lure. Obviously even the universe have a say in your actions…..The universe itself has a positive and negative force, and you get to choose which one of these thrives in you.

In everything you do, LET THE “YOU” IN YOU BE THE CONSTANT IN THE EQUATION OF YOUR LIFESTYLE!

My personality

I am that vessel. That vessel that strives to be unto honor. I try to live up to the expectations of the people who have built me up.

I dream big even when reality opposes.
Happiness is a virtue I don't hide
Sadness is an emotion I express
Emotions are inevitably and constantly displayed with me.
I most times get misunderstood Even when I have the purest intentions.

I choose not to believe how people say the world works, because I just wanna find out myself.

Not everyone likes me, but not everyone is part of my journey of life
To some I'm a snub and a proud b*tch....but if only they could look a little closer and get to know me better
I'm actually a sweet ass humble soul....
On a normal day, I am usually not the most  serious person you'll come across 😂
Funny and open minded, caring and friendly.
With God as my fuel giver, I am different in the most weirdest way.
But that's me🙂

Pre success

We built bridges and watched them crumble before our eyes……it was built successfully, but never stayed in existence.
Success comes to stay permanently.

Why I write

Writing is a form of expressing one’s thoughts on a paper……at least that’s how I can simply define it. Through the years, writing has become an essential part of everyone’s life we write in school, we come back home and there is always one or two occasions that requires you to pick up that pen😄

But writing goes deeper than that in my case…..I mean not the regular English composition or the long history notes were used to writing Back then at school.This art reflects more in my life.writing to me is a passion, a way of pouring out my heart and not leaving anything behind, even though it’s offensive 🤭. writing is an avenue to renew my self, it’s a medium I use to express my thoughts, emotions and ideas.

I write to let others know how I feel about a particular topic. to share Innovative ideas that can possibly change the world… Like I always dreamt of. I write because it’s part of me and hopefully people would see through the reality and originality in me and like what I do…..I mean, am definitely not the best and am not perfect but with every word that comes out of this beautiful soul is a ray of hope for the hopeless, a sense of humor for the angry birds🤭, and the bitter truth you might be running away from. And all this soul needs and desires most is for her to be heard and appreciated 😊.

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