The story of my life was once told. The story of my life is nothing new. I wake up in the morning searching for purpose. A reason for anticipation and excitement. I go to bed at night feeling drained and unloved. Unappreciated physically and mentally. The story of my life is nothing new. The story… Continue reading Story of My Life.
Fear, You are afraid to say many things, To do many things Is it your nature? Do you blame it on your childhood? Do you blame it on the whips? Do you blame it on the words? The fights? Arguments? Judgements? What exactly went wrong? This shouldn’t be you. It shouldn’t be anyone. Bring your… Continue reading Fear
You see me, i see you, but are both blind. I hear you, you hear me. but we are both deaf. If we never die, we will always be strangers.
Why do you write? Asked a friend. "I write for those that think they can’t" "I believe everyone can write". Why do you write? Asked a lover. "I write because i think too much about everything" "Writing eventually brings words to life". Why do you write? I asked myself. "I write because I’m scared" "I… Continue reading Why Do You Write?
You say you are most happy with me. You tell me you love me because I always want to understand things rather than just knowing them. But every moment we spend together, You fail to see that there’s a forest in my eyes and a desert in my mind. So even when we are together… Continue reading Lonely With Me
In search of answers i was yet to know, I laid in isolation and solitude. In them, i found my answers but they were questioned. Questioned by the very same The very same that asked me for answers. Now, i'm sore and bitter that it took me far too long to realize that the questions… Continue reading Answers
With my old soul, restless heart, torn flesh, broken heart, fresh wound and broken ducts. I patiently set my flytrap to consume my grief And cry the rain to drown my sorrows. And the day came when the risk it took to remain tight and closed in a bud was more painful than the risk… Continue reading Recovery
From your harsh words, hostile friends, bitter tears, bitter taste, piercing cold and stinging pain. I get sour feelings and from them, I create beautiful imperfections. Remember!! "when life gives you lemons, make lemonade (or not)" This post was entirely inspired by a drawing i saw on Instagram. Picture Illustration: Ar.umi
For the many lots that stay up late, rest is essential; Rest, Close those eyes, Drown yourself in your sheets. Count sheep till you bury your thoughts, Let yourself go, Forget the one you worry about, Indulge yourself in that reverie and make a dream of it. Sleep for rest. “And by the seventh day… Continue reading Rest
Inhale. Exhale. Listen. Think. Speak, With a little less profanity. Smile when you have to. Respire. Care. Love. Give no shit when required. Drink Tea, Or Coffee. Live.
I forgot how to tell the time. I forgot how to remind myself when I forget. I forgot what is wrong and saw it as belonging. I forgot how to hold my breath long enough to swim to you. Daddy, i'm lost. I can’t tell if that’s a drumbeat or a heartbeat anymore. I can’t… Continue reading God of Compassion
In that free-zone, i met myself at the very start as i tried to swim away, without realizing that i was yet, bounded by my shackles. photo credit - Gettyimages
Smile, Laugh if you have to, Capture those moments, Treasure the captured, Audit the treasured, Reminisce, Smile again. It’s a flipping cycle.
Hi guys, Yinka here again. I know it's late but it's better late than never so Happy New Year everyone!!!!! Few days ago, my best friend sent a piece he wrote to me and I will like to share it with you guys. We are so weak, we decided to seek refuge in the seemingly… Continue reading New Beginnings
Infinity. Timeless zone. Ageless people. Endless living. Dateless reminders. Timeless clocks. Perpetual lovers. Amaranthine.