Like any other ordinary days
It is also a very simple time
But I chose to appreciate
The little things in my life

World is always been discouraging
Hurtful, insolent and full of lies
And on those throbbing moments
I was blessed to have you by my side.

All the things you did for me
Can't be compared with anything in world
Those acts and words of appreciation
Brother, holds a big piece of my little heart


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The opening to my latest story


The footsteps echo in the silence of the night like the sirens of fire truck ringing endlessly on a loop. Sean hides behind a car, his chest ready to burst from the pressure of rapid breathing, the sides of his stomach hurting like they had been punchered with an ice peak. His thighs have all but given out, he couldn’t remember how far or how long he has run but he was sure that he was at the end of his rope; no more running, he decides. He lowers himself besides the car, his eyes searching from under the car’s bottom for shadows, his ears trying to pick up sounds of ghosts. Satisfied that he has left everyone behind, Sean closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, his lungs are on fire. Sean opens his eyes and his nerves feel like they have underwent a short circuit, he quails and if it wasn’t for the car he would’ve run away but now there was no way, a man is standing upon him, his head tilted to one side he is playing with the baseball bat in his hand like it was nun chucks. Next time Sean opens his eyes he finds himself in a dark dank place. His hands hurt from being tied behind for long enough, his torso hurts twice as bad since it had been a piñata for these bastards. ‘Good morning Sean’ a man tells him in a sweet voice as if he was in a flight and this man was his flight attendant but Sean wasn’t fooled by the honey like sweetness of his tone, he knew this man had so much venom in him that could kill viper if it were to bite him. Sean tries to find this man as his eyes adjust into the darkness of the room, as his eyes meet with this man, riptides of fear and panic start forming at the pit of his stomach, he couldn’t believe it that Rex himself was standing there. Sean was a very small man in the hierarchy of his group and for Rex to be present there for whatsoever reason was both an honor and a mark of something terrible happening in future. ‘Oh Sean, my brother. I don’t understand why you have to be in so much pain when all you have to do is speak. Just tell us and freedom is all yours. Things that you have always demanded of life is yours, think rationally’ Rex tells him in a therapist kind of voice. ‘I stand by my decision’ Sean speaks firmly, Rex says nothing but grins. ‘So you think you will redeem yourself by doing this? That the society will accept you once again? That you would be able to live a normal life?’ Rex says more seriously his face closing up on Sean ‘Yes, that’s what he has told us. He said that a clean life is still possible for us, that we would be treated like humans again despite of our past’ Sean replies holding his breath ‘He lied!’ Rex roars ‘There is no redemption for people like you. You belong to my side, you belong to my world not those who live outside oblivious of the truth’ Rex says through clenched teeth while Sean stays silent holding his breath thinking of a scheme that would help him communicate this to his master, he has to inform him that Rex is here, that things are about to go batshit crazy. ‘Give me keys Sean’ Rex says once again in his honey voice but his expression looks like the stings of thousands of bees. ‘I won’t’ Sean replies defiantly. Rex glides the tip of his knife along the lines of tattoo on his torso leaving a trail of blood anywhere that it passes. ‘He has made his choice’ Rex says turns around and leaves.

Author's note: I'm working on a mystery thriller right now and this is going to be my opening of chapter one. Do let me know your views about it.

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the darkness of my life
no need to stay here
I understood you
why you still there

what do you think
I am live in afraid
don't worry dark
I know you intended

you have no idea
who I am
you are only dark
this is not fame

see all the star
they are bright
you are only spread
you have no light

you devastated
my all the wishes
I feel bad
when you do messes

those day coming
when I feel independent
you do not reach there
where I am stand

this is your choice
you don't want to go
I m very stubbornly
why you always show

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ME: I'm a celibate I don't feel any attraction or tension ...
ALSO ME: ...
30 MINUTES OF AN ENIGMA
Floral bedspreads, striped pillowcase. Yes! She was weird but this was not why. She had big glasses and freckles on her cheeks, but this was also not why ...
Suspended in nostalgic temporals! where she was anxiously in love and also liberated in the naked beauty God had created. Was this?... no ... she was only stuck here, and not weird.
Her dark spots on her face told her stories of creation. It reminded her of the Great Design, and in a way it always made her feel bad, but again, this wasn't what made her a weirdo.
She felt bad because life's scribbles and scratches on faces reminded her of her own presumably shitty jots and dots on paper. Which by the way, she still shared. Because she was good and yeah, this wasn't it too. She shared all her bad, good, and anything in between because she never denied anyone's taste.
Her style was more demanding because she played with her emotions until they were kind enough to scrawl something real for her. Or she maddened them to heights where they were deranged into the deep and wild.
And she wasn't weird because she played her songs like Beethoven. See much like the deaf composer she played for the rest to hear, but never really heard it herself. This just made her an artist ...
But before I go, let me tell you why she was weird. You're going to think this is dumb ... but hear me out ... no matter how much of a cat she looked like, she never shared the same calculated movements. She was clumsy. So clumsy that she can't even walk across an empty room without tripping or knocking over lamps that aren't even there.
She was a cat in a glitch storm where all her life colors spun tornadoes to mask her stars and sentiments. And I was just one of the many stupid fellows who fell under her spell.

—- This was written in context to a couple of profile pictures a friend had. Its an opening for a short story. It's bad really bad because it was written in 30 minutes and I didnt want to edit it. Hence the title. #shortstory
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Through the ocean called time,
I found an angel meant to be mine
It was a long journey with many rides
Many ups i cannot count,
So many downs i can't recount.

Love is the gum that binds you to your deeds,
It is finding happiness even in a dangerous sea.
It is the delicate power that keeps you alive
The only storm you cannot do without.

My soul have been apart for so long,
Then you came with a touch so strong,
Powerful enough to bring back this soul that's lost
You're my angel, the only one i want.

Like a bea without a sting,
Only you brings a smile to my face.
If i don't have you in my life, what would i do?
I'll be broken, lost, finished without a redo.

Love me like i do, you
Be the song that my heart wil always listen to
Be the angel that i see,
Give me the love that you shine.

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All my tears dried up,
without getting noticed.

The darkness of night swallowed up,
storm of thoughts in my brain,
without getting help from a sane.

A deep breath calmed,
my trembling with dread,
without getting an assured voice,
"be not afraid."

"I, me & myself,"
All against the clock.
No one can slow down,
to see my breakdown.

My eyes going to burn,
my brain going to burst,
my heart going to stop beating.

Lost inside the mind's Chaos,
A soul confined to it's phobics,
All it needs ,words the most.
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The Pitiful LifeThe Pitiful Life

For far too long I yearned,
For far too long I burned,

The solitude which had me engulfed,
Was now getting me bummed,

Quick to catch, was I,
The first to even try,

The leap before the look,
Always bound to land in a hook,

Love isn't the only blinding one,
Desperation too has always won,

The newfound fiery light,
Doused quicker than it shone bright,

The creeping weariness crept,
The seething loathing seethed,

His mischievous ways do never end,
For he brings forth a newfound friend

The raw and bare emotions,
Struck up by the magical potions,

The engineered peace lays festered,
The faux calm is now pestered,

Now mischief begets itself,
The wicked are beyond help,

The fascination mutual,
The doubts as well,

What now?
What not?

Time and distance,
Or time and proximity?

Only time alone can tell.
My heart goes on.

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Author's Note: This is my very first attempt at poetry, fuelled by a surprise encounter I never could have imagined. Please bear with the cliche rhyming scheme!

A World Apart
Chapter 8

It was like a lightning strike when I first saw him.

He looked magnificent, the way he moved, he looked like breeze blowing the leaves lightly away from the ground onto the water, turning them into mini gondolas.

First time I took his hand in mine, I knew it was my fate to be here with him. He was funny, a bit stupid but somehow intelligent, and a magician too.

My heart swelled, my nerves were filled with electricity and I felt like I might have a reason to live again. As I walked with him I kept wishing to god that this walk never ended, that he never tells me to leave.

While on one hand I wanted to die, on the other, in my head dreams exploded like a balloon, seeing myself with him every single moment of my life. I tried to imagine what my life could have been if he was with me all this time, what if he stays with me all my life.

In all this thinking I almost forgot I needed to breath. Then again I never saw what was coming next.

I explored his world, a bit different but all the way same. The more time I spent with him the more I realised how much he loved me, but for some reason I was getting sick.

Perhaps it was my depression or something else I didn't know, that is unless one night he came into my dream.

I tried to kiss him on his lip but instead I went through him, a shiver ran through my spine. I looked at him in horror.

"Don't worry," he told me.

"It's my astral form you can't touch me in it. I can only keep this form up for 30 minutes so please listen to me carefully." I nod

"Naoko, you have to leave this world," he declared I felt devastated at his straightforwardness.

"I thought you loved me?" I asked him.
"Yes, that's why I'm telling you to leave."
"But why?" I ask him again
"Because I love you." He replies

"I don't get it!" I reply irated.
"Explain!" I tell him giving him a hard look

Author's note: We are getting real close to the end you guys, hang on..

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He was hoping for me to cry for love,
He is still waiting for to come back anywhere,
But he forgot, after that heart break tears also died,
And the feelings for him also got buried somewhere themselves..
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The day started
Side of my window
Calm and quiet

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Don't stop and scream at the pebble that made you fall.
If you can't get up, at least crawl.
You gotta move forward
And never be cornered
By the thoughts that created an invisible border.
Life is hard.
Life may leave some scars,
But never be afraid
Of what lies ahead.
You can get through.
You just need some faith
And the belief that everything works out for the best.
When life gets you down, you gotta bounce back up.
No matter how hard, you have to get up.
Life may be hard,
But it can also be fun.
Explore different paths
And hold up your flag.
The flag is the symbol that you've made it far.
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"Are you the one"

Some people come to rule
May be I am not the one..
But wait a minute
To decide that are
You the one....

Many a times
I doubt on myself..
My brain asks me
"To doubt over proficiencies
are you the one"

Sometimes I judge myself
I get depressed
My heart cries
"Are you the one"

Sometimes People judge me
I get harassed
My soul says me
"Are they the one"

First time I felt useless
God said to me
"YOU ARE THE ONE"


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Yes I am
Taking a chance
Running the life
Like the way we desired

Yes I am
Pushing myself hard
To come back to you
Like the way you missed

Yes you are
Forgetting me fastly
To remove me from life
Like I never existed

Yes we were
Fighting a lot
To rule over each other
Like love things no one cared

Yeah at last
I am here
To get a chance
Like we dreamt ❣️

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THE ART OF SUFFERING
How hard, I try, I fail to reilllustrate that exact beauty of yours. Is that because, this is me suffering to master the art or the love I am bound to, transcending the art ?

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The end..?
Shattered, scattered, chaos, confusion
The entire community is in a mind numbing situation
People who had the notion that they were pulling the strings in every motion
Well, are now skeptical about their every decision
What was the purpose of all the spending?
On things that were merely weapons of mass destruction
Now the bubble has been burst
The whole act was nothing, but lust
Temporary refuge from reality
The evergoing race to be first
Heeding to the false notions of superiority
And to establish their authority
But now the Armageddon is here
Vicinity everywhere surrounded by a blanket of fear
And for the big fight, weapons are found, nowhere
Incredulous how humans insatiable desire for fame, power and money
Brought us on a path so uncanny
Maybe the war is a payback for the fuss, created by us
But how to decide the sides
Who is evil, who is upright?
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I wept unto all the divines

Give up those memories, 

and start over again, 

said, the divine voice in the chapels

Give up those sufferings,

and start over again, 

said, the divine voice in the temples.

Give up the divinity,

and love, love to suffer,

deceived, the artistic evil in me,

and, I sinned.


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It's so beautiful out here,
With no lights around,
Just me and moon.
Staring in awe at the open fields
Passing by through our eyes,
Trees waving goodbye with longing,
Crops dancing to the flute played by wind.
Every other mile a night lamp passes by,
Looking like a star in the night sky,
The city lights drowned far away from sight.
And here I am moving,
Crossing miles in moments.
Pressing on and on into this world unknown.
And beautiful though rough,
Illuminated and companionated by moon himself,
I keep on moving miles into this dark .

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We sit in our castles
Talking of the waves,
Tugging at the oceans
And pits of the caves.

We try intimidation
for things we can't have.
Suffer from illusions
inside the mental cage.

We face our demons
in broad daylights,
Leaving our passions-
No foresights.

We run towards the shiny,
Our hands grab the dirt.
Running from our shadow
and legs in a rut.

We follow the crowds
Losing ourselves.
Then cry to almighty
To please come and help.

We forget the rule
you must help yourselves!
The hands that carry you,
must be first met.

Author's note: Any suggestions for title?

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My mom is the firmament
And I'm a star,
She should be happy
She is my macrocosm,

My father is an honor
And I'm cherished,
He should be happy
He is my pride,

My sister is respectability
And I m dare,
She should be happy
She is my life,

My brother is an ocean
And I m lovely
He should be happy
He is my record.
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#rosy

Everyday seems to be similar to the previous one but so much has changed when we look back.

Strange . Isn't it?

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Hero Capsule


Nights are falling,Days are breaking.
The clock of our lifetime is ticking,

Human beings are not mindful of it
Poverty doesn't affect someone through any means,
Suffering doesn't affect someone through any means"

Appear to a town like a poverty striken fellow
Treated shabbily, the devil had be seen in you
Maybe you deserve such treats

Talking about hero capsule
Not just a pills of relief, Yes, Life can come faster
Neither should you expect instant result.

There's a refund policy on Time
Take some finesse to understand this.

Remember the golden rule remain unchanaged
"He who has the gold makes the rules.”

We conform, rather than question.
Fear is the main reason that people say,
“Play it safe.” That goes for anything;

Same fear, Fear of ostracism
Same Fear, Fear of hassle

We all need to look in the mirror and be true to our inner wisdom rather than our fears. Be your7 own Hero, fears aren't options and never let your laziness redestined what you have predestined in your inner mind.

*theSimiloluwa* ✍🏿

Authors note: Fears are the pills an anticipation hero needs to swallow to be that Hero he/she had been aspirating or dreaming of.................

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