Me before you

I’ll be judged for this.

But before you slam your gavel,

Remember you are selfish.

And I am just like you.

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I may not have said the words for I acted

I showed the world how much you meant to me

Highs and lows, I climbed and dived

Just to put my quill in action.

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You desired security

An anchor you wanted me to be.

Grounding your floating heart,

while I stayed cold and drowning.

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You loved the smiles I offered

But another wailed with me over you

I hurt over time, as I tried once more

Just to get you to notice

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The tears dried up

The seas calmed down.

But the anchor broke out of rust

Your assurance was gone, it must.

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I got selfish as you did

I walked on while you waited for the wagon

I traded your laughter for her smile

And your coat for her embrace.

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Her smile kindled your laughter

You kept warm when she lit the fire

With your eyes closed, she watched over me

She chose my flaws as you sought perfection

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Albeit selfish, how long of hurt

I wrote this to say times change

She chose me over greater

I then knew it was me before you.

Worn Senses

Many at times I desire to do it

Just pat myself at the back and say “well done”.

But my arms are short.

Short to reach the senses in my cord

Where all my sensations meet

I miss the moments of love

Where efforts were rewarded with pamper

Kisses were returned with softness

That the warmth of embraces were regular.

Forgive my manners.

Pardon my crude words

Forgive my erection. He just craves for reward.

He will definitely let go the cravings, just not now.

My body aches.

From the battles of survival

My mind grows weary

From the thoughts of all who I know.

But failing to take a pause for a thought of myself.

It will get better, I keep telling myself

It will pass, I remind myself of time

But the pain and worry lingers

All in the senses of my spine.

Where I cannot touch in pat.

Will the rains wash the tears

Then let these desert dusts be settled

As the rambunctious emotions fall to sleep

And the petrichor of the earth sooth my nerves.

Making fertile the land again, my whole, my all.

The ending

Never did I think it would end

When I cried to be fed

By the cream that flowed my mother’s chest

Like a siren I wailed instead.

 

When would these days end,

Drooling in sleep, dragged to wake

The long walks to the school walls

The teachers whip for wrongs and being late.

 

With pouted lips, I cursed

Cursed the slow grinding hours of time

My joy for the end, I rehearsed

As I scrubbed lavatories with lime

 

When will these tortures end

Skimming through the pile

Counting remaining unread pages

The degree of madness, a bachelor’s mile

 

Then I thought it had ended

Yet along came the never ending

Fear and anxiety beyond a bachelor

The torture of the reading audience trending

 

Wish it. The end of a struggle

It surely ends. The unpleasant and the joyous alike

That’s with absolute certainty, all ends.

Though the when, the how matters more, in the End.

 

The switch.

Smile, and the world smiles with you
Knock, and you go in alone
For the cheerful grin
Will let you in
Where the knocker is never known

Growl and the way looks dreary
Laugh and the path is bright
For a wholesome smile
Brings sunshine, while
A frown shuts out the light

Sigh, and you rake in nothing
Work, and the prize is won
For the nervy man
With backbone can
By nothing be outdone

Hustle, and fortune may bless you
Quit, and defeat is sure
For there is no chance
Of deliverance
For the man who can’t endure

Sing and the world’s harmonious
Grumble, and things go wrong
And all the time
You are out of rhyme
With the busy bustling throng

Kick, and there’s trouble brewing
Whistle, and life is gay
All the world’s in tune
Like a day in June
And the clouds all melt away

People ask where I’ve been
But no one ask how you being
The hustle is for a man
How much a girl trying to be a woman
……..Obianuju

Created and written by Debbie Davies.

Thank you hun.

Things I can’t do for you

I don’t have plots to tease you

I have thoughts to please you

I don’t have cars to show you

But scars of how I’ve fought for you.

I can’t climb the highest mountain.

You know I’m scared of heights

But I’ll dive deep to get you those pearls.

Just so you to see your twin.

I can’t catch you when you fall

Because I’ll be flying with you

Can’t be yoursl shadow either.

I’m there in the dark moments.

Being honest, I won’t give you my heart.

Rest your head and hear the beat resonate your named.

Love.

Word from the broken

Sometimes, no matter how nice you are, how kind you are, how caring you are, how loving you are, it just isn’t enough for some people.

Life is filled with happiness, sadness, tears, smiles, laughter and other emotions, but when life gets you down, just be strong about it and keep your head up high.

The happiness of your life depends on the quality of your thoughts. Your mind is a magnet, if you think of blessings, you attract blessings, and if you think of problems, you attract problems.

Always cultivate good thoughts and always remain positive and optimistic. Train your mind to see the good in everything. Positivity is a Choice.

We all go through things that are not fair: people do us wrong, we didn’t get the promotion, we came down with an illness. You can’t stop life from happening to you, but you can choose how you respond.

If you hold on to the hurt, you go around dwelling on the offense, thinking, “Why did they say that about me? Why did I lose that loved one? Why did my friend walk away?” Then, you’re opening the door to bitterness.

When you’re bitter, it affects every area of your life. Bitterness poisons your attitude to where you see things in a negative light, you can’t enjoy life, there’s always something wrong.

You can’t stop life from happening to you, BUT YOU CAN CHOOSE HOW YOU RESPOND.

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HAVE A WONDERFUL SABBATH DAY.

Nothing really

Sometimes my thoughts wonder

My thought ponder about you

About your very being, and modus operandi

I am amazed most times

About how far we have probably come

Our paths crossed and have refused to part

You are my friend and if I can’t make you better

Then I’m no friend indeed

I have cared about me. Selfish have I been.

But I wonder what is a me without you in it

Yes. You. An integral part of me

Influencing my very decision.

I have always been fond of you

From afar, I miss our shared moments

But when close sometimes I just want to leave

I have wondered if these are human or inhumane

What you think of me, influences me

Want to be that reason for that smile

Want to be the reason you frown

Yes. A friend who bores you and pleases simultaneously.

Trust the truth I write.

Written from the pure inner man in me

You are my friend. I listen to you.

I just don’t always heed to it.

I’m a man. Governed by ego. Humbled by faith.

Will you understand. Will you believe.

That my fondness about you resound

But if only you listened. You heeded. To these words of true emotions.

Listen. Listen. To the grains of love I plant.

For someday, an immeasurable field of yields it becomes.

about her…

She prays

She cares

She smiles

She drowns my pain in a while

 

She loves

She puts me above

She is dove

She flies in all places carrying my love

 

She knows

She’s close

She heals my heart wounds

She’s my heart daily dose

 

She shines

She bright and blinds

She is one of a kind

She is kind

 

She cries

She wails

She is mama

She really is when I am in trauma

 

She’s dark

She’s lovely

She harks

She’s duly

 

She is sweet

She’s cinnamon

She is meek

She’s rare, uncommon

 

She is you

You are she

She is roses with dew

You are sleek as She

 

You, you again

You, my pain

My pain when you are out of sight.

the departure

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The wind blows the grey

My grey fades away

A wonder of a pleasant night

Watching from the twilight


O’er and o’er I just ponder.

My heart, a mockery of squander.

No worth, a pinch of my anger

Much worth, a bit of her laughter


Her smile, the embryo of hope

In her arms, this world I cope

Laughter of hers echoes my mind

Like light seeping just through


Through the corners of my darkened heart

Leaving the tissues fall apart

Wish she never had to depart.

In all nature

Cold, dark, yet full with life are the depths of the ocean.

Organisms to blue whales live just beneath these seas

Carried on the wings of winds, the waves toss and lift high

Zillions of white sand to the fine of clay and mud

Fragments of rock, solid and strong, mixed with precious minerals are the firmament upon which we stand.

Dirt of roots, heights of stems and the wavy glide of leaves

The fragrance and colorful display of flowers cover fields watered by streams flowing through mountains.

The beauty of beasts, birds, and all considered living, all human and otherwise.

Source of all energy, the moon and companion of stars at night

The soft touch of air, after the rushing winds with clouds, thunders with light and rain with bows.

All in nature shout the beauty in the eyes of the Creator of all creation.

That in all nature, He is GOD ALMIGHTY.