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Poetry To Me

poetry to me
I never really understood the concept of poetry.
never took classes, master the process or guidelines or learn “the art”. i would always write what I wanted, and fall back on poetic license.
poetry was never a planned journey for me. it was finding out my habitat, it was discovering my world and the freedom I had to color it with words that my heart would spit out. raw, unfiltered words.
See my definition of poetry isn’t something you’d find in books. you could even look in-between the lines and I’m sure you wouldn’t see it like I do.

poetry to me is home in a house , it is finding a subtle definition to every expression I pen down. it is taking my emotions and weaving it into something special, something coded and if you could decipher, poetry to me is letting you into my world, it is walking you through every word, every breath, every measure i took to measure how much I spilled, how much i poured out without holding back. poetry to me is an escape. an immediate jail Break from every prison cell reality seems to trap me in. from the hands of pain without realization poetry is my solace, my peaceful abode. the only soft spot to land back on after a rough ride. poetry is my reality, my lifestyle. it is holding back when you should let go, it is believing without evidence. poetry is finding what bemuses my muse, picking up clues, breaking out from my blues, cleaning up my bruises and choosing not to give up.
poetry is the story line of my life long before discovery. with events unfolding like the lines of a perfectly crafted piece, one with suspense at the expense of an intense plot twist. poetry is the unpredicted outcome of a thriller. and when you didn’t see it coming poetry is saying “i don’t give up”. poetry is picking up my pen, finding my muse and amusing amazingly.
poetry is the multi colors in me that I use to paint my world.

Hey there! it’s me again…

Hey! It’s really been a while I posted here, few ups and downs and a patched up emotional and mental health… I’ve been pretty much stagnant with my social life, especially with pursuing my goals as a writer/poet for reasons i can’t exactly place my fingers on… Don’t worry guys, most of your posts are being emailed to me and each time i read them it leaves a renewing smile on me face. Funny how i connect with people i haven’t even met on such a level that i look forward to mail updates from them. And though I was stagnant it was most delightful to see notifications from people i follow and have gotten so used their blog posts ….. @yourplateormine, @c’est la vee, @Elancharan, @kaushal kishore, @mental notes, @ witty words, @keep it alive amongst many. Y’all have been a great part of my day. Thank you 😊 and please keep being YOU!. I really don’t know much about this blogging stuff, just a young girl from Africa, Nigeria who discovered a way she could share her thoughts and poems internationally and have the opportunity to be heard and thought… Why not? But i tell you it has been such a great experience even with my inconsistency. It meant so much for me to see foreigners visit my site, read, like and even drop a comment. It’s almost 2 years now and I’m glad to say that everyone that has came across my site without even participating have put a smile on my face, with the fact that visitors that were non-Nigerian even out numbered the Nigerians… I just can’t help but be excited about how much my little adventure turned out.

This year, I’m looking forward to being more consistent and sharing more about my environment and it’s happenings to share more awareness about my country and our culture. Stories will definitely be told, not forgetting poetry as well 🤭 after all i am an amazing upcoming poet or as a very good friend of mine would always say -“not aspiring, you are already a poet”. I guess others always believed in me more than I believed in myself…well that I need to work on.

And to begin with, let me quickly go change my bio from; ‘an aspiring writer/poet’ to ‘ a writer and a poet’😊. Bye for now fam, I love you all❤️.

BAD INFLUENCE


I’m not myself and I know it
I’m invaded, subconsciously being controlled
willingly obsessed, little voices in my head, silent nights, deep thoughts, drowning hallucinations, wild imaginations….
bad bad type of influence……
self denial, in-between the lines of indecision, draining, dying, tired, sad that i can’t decipher
i got the bad type of butterflies
and it’s bad influence to my soul.


“I AM”


I am a little girl with a big God, a big dream and a big thirst for a grand future.
you can pin me down, cage me behind those walls of hatred but still like a roaring lion i break through, ruling like a queen in her jungle I am unstoppable.
I am boldness in human form.
The envy you can’t get over
The fake lies and hate speech that falls on deaf ears because I am a sensation of Elegance.
It hurts you cuz the hatred burns yet lightens up my shine, my glow, my sparkle.
That scowl on your face can’t dim this soul’s light.
The stumbling blocks you throw at me trying to bring me down, but I leap, I keep steady, go deep, take a peep at the heap of success that awaits me at the peak.
I am that pen that never stops writing.
Igniting the fire within, I keep fighting, rewriting, and sighting the greater end that awaits.
I am a body of United words speaking truth yet seeking to be heard
A smile next a cry yet I rise.
From the ashes of Burnt dreams reincarnated and formed to a stronger and more determined version of vision I have.
I am that purpose without a timeline.
I align with the baseline of a structured dream of greatness indescribable.
I self-prescribe an inevitable success exclusively meant for me.
I am the next headline with the caption “record broken”, “unraveled mystery”, “history written” with the power of my pen.
I am writing my way to history cuz I’m telling HIS story and everywhere that I go I shine in HIS glory because I am ROYALTY.

“GREY LAVA”

Time heals they say…
but memories remind and scars remain
difficult to move on with a smile,
ignorance and denial to the heart,
walking through life after an eruption and putting on an act of strength and neutrality when deep down a hole dug and hot lava spilling out…
but Time they say heals…
the liquid within cooling down as the clock ticks, and poetry giving remedy to the soul.
This creates a chance for hope, a chance to smile genuinely again.
A chance to step on “grey lava”

“BLANK PAGES”


life is a book.
a book that tells of a journey of thousand miles on a rough, sometimes smooth road.
a journey of experience and consecutive events unfolding.
a journey with an apocalyptic end.
and the snippets are the constancy of passion that drives you on that road.
The “ultimate source” gives us strength to carry on.
and though sometimes we get a conniption of the twist, its always a habitual mystery.
we pay tributes to the ones done with their journey successfully…….and then we fill the “blank pages” of ours with stories worth telling a thousand times.
we write down the story of this journey we are on. and each event that unfolds. either creates a climax or an anticlimax.
summing up to a story that was written down basically by our decisions.
we choose what we write down on this “blank pages”.
day by day designing our decisive destiny with doggedness.
This journey is a story written on the ” blank pages” of life.

LOST DREAMS


If only things could be more clearer.
a broad explanation to these tears.
cause this time even my fears have been dethroned to a Lower tier of my pain.
betraying every last statement written down on this hearts manifesto.
with this mind working under a government overtaken by a coup, its a dictatorship, such a conundrum.
breathing, but just not living…
dating back to the uncivilized days before sir lord lugard freed us from the shackles of shattered dreams.
yet till this day i still can’t put together the pieces.
its like a puzzle, only that the pieces of mine seems to be lost in an ocean of apathetic passion.

GLIMPSE FROM GUTS


The light visible at the end of each shadowed pipe.
The ending that seems unreal but takes reality on an unusual surprise.
The confidence you think is void but suddenly shows up.
The hope that comes with the desire to fight. The desire to hang tight and not give up.
The rage and anger that results in a fight against ugly situations that seem to cripple and cut short the beautiful smiles.
The positive “maybe” and “hopefully” that stands in front of each sentences spreading toxic fumes that neutralizes the fear within. dark shadows in darkness.
who dares for a smile?
prohibited words…. joy
atrocity? no! i dare
This is glimpse from guts.


FEEL


I feel the deepest of regrets in the most memorable way
I feel the deepest of sadness in the most pleasurable way…
foresight becoming memorable insights.
never forgotten, never erased.
aftermaths of a bleeding love, painful pleasure…..
perfect play played perfectly…
when reality comes knocking,
fantasies become impossible occurrences blown into the wind.
I feel grief in love from a bleeding heart.
sanity threatening reality from a bleeding soul.
regrets worth experiencing one more time and maybe again……
I feel tortured love
this is reality worth escaping from……


THINGS UNSAID


if only I could put everything This Heart of mine feels into words,
but the little unsaid details are never determined by inabilities or reluctancy
but by the overdose of certainty and the power of few, unfiltered words that produces unseen lines between visible paragraphs
the unseen words that gets sensed so strong and obviously
the unsaid but familiar lines that forms a formidable and undiluted consent for pondering
things unsaid yet more vividly real.

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.

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.


“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 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.