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DANCING IN EMOTION

Come on dear
So near
To wipe off tear
And leave me in chear.

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Glancing through the roses at the purlieu of my garden,
To see the bonny yellows that are coming for me.

Blood everywhere, I see; with no sign of ripe lemons.
Hemophobia is my love for blood, but I still prefer my lemon juice.

I send my irides to dine with the breezy moment,
To espy if there is any other pigment awaiting me.

The wind seems scared of my cruel bluish glance.
In quick, she takes her message back to the pith.

Walking the line back to my comfort pit,
In the midst of mist.
At the battle ground of my brownish feelings

I look up in the bolt from the blue,
To chase away my shadow.
Then I witness my shine from the east,
My precious yellow is back!.

-#Lekan #poetry

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WOUND'S VOICE

Sweetness sleeps
Sinking in sheets
Of pain
And mingled with bitterness
To give out deadly pain.

Henry emerged from the bushes, huffing and puffing, struggling to catch a breath. He stopped for a moment and glanced around. There he was at a roadside by a lazy road. He tried to look around, searching for a light that he could run to but this place was lit lazily too.

All he coud see was darkness. Thoughts ran around his exhausted and confused mind, and all he could think of was a nice shower and a cozy bed to lie on, but that would only happen if he could escape his current ordeal.

It was a cold chilly night, the kind that no one wishes to be outdoors, and the wind blew lightly. Henry could not notice any of all this, maybe because of all the running he had been forced to do, or from his leather jacket. Sweat trickled down his bruised face. In that sudden moment, the pain began to bite from all sides, he could feel it all now.

The adrenaline rush had protected him from all the agony he felt right then. There was no way they would ever find him, he had to run as far as he could. He started walking towards his left side on the road.

Itches were starting to register as the bruises on the face flared up. He wished to touch them but he couldn't, it would only make them worse. He had been walking for about a mile and a half when lights appeared behind him.

Free at last, he thought to himself. Here was a car that could take him far from this unforgiving place. Holding his thumb out, he had to stop, tired from all the walking.

The car seemed to have taken ages getting to where he stood, but it did, finally. Bright headlights blinded his sleepy eyes. He couldn't mind it. After all, he was free from his tormentors.

The car, a huge four wheel drive vehicle, stopped finally where Henry stood. He ran towards the driver's side, just one more thing and I'll out of here, he mumbled to himself. The tinted window lowered slowly, and Henry's eager face lit up instantly.

The eager face quickly turned to disbelief and shock. A long black pistol was held up to his head.
"You thought you could get away from me? You should know that I own you now." Jamie's cold deep voice went off. A sly grin formed on his scarred round face. Lips barely moving,
"Get back in the car!" he barked.


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I pray for strength
Never was young
Could not escape
These nightmares unstrung

I pray for luck
In the night
Manifest the day
Make it bright

I pray for joy
In these bottles of despair
Change the liquid
Into a love affair

I pray for you
These thoughts will not relent
I want to find you
This longing for that scent


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It's Okay if you mistake,
It's Okay if you fail,
It's Okay to get scared,
It's Okay to feel pain,
It's Okay if you don't have a plan,
Cause in the END its just going to be okay,
As an assiduous person like me is going to win at last,
At the end its just okay to live and not just survive...

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Tik tok.

Tik tok
Forward time goes
It matters not which town.
It has neither friends nor foes
Forward only, neither up nor down.

Tik tok
From young to old
All yearn for to one wish
That backward it move and hold
Only to flow with it like fish.

Tik tok
A tick here and there a second
Forever a history is written
Created with it a neverending bond
Moving but so well hidden.

Tik tok
Who is your master?
As for me you can never be enough
Though some may wish that you run faster
However life may be, you'll make me tough.


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Thoughts

Hunting my brain like a bad tenant,
I feel the spiritual awakening impregnated.
Why do you hide behind migraines?
Procrastinating all my dreams!
Piling up all the miseries,
You stand there so erect.
Come out! Get in front!
Let me smash the pain.
Overthinker you are!
Racing over my calmness.
Broadcasting wild imageries,
How well do you get paid?
Eyes drooping, refusing to close,
My soul now suffocates, I may be dead!
The glaze of your stars,
Blurs the rays of sunshine.
Right here, my pillow and sleep wait
What you get keeping me awake?

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INFINITY

My body feels so heavy, my chest hurts so much, could barely breathe. When I opened my eyes, I was in the deep-sea.
                              
Yeah! now I can remember, I was on a tour with my friends. I can't swim. But I have told my friends that I know swimming for the fear of being criticized for not knowing how to swim. Little did I know that this could lead to my death. My friends pushed me into the sea, to see how would I swim. This small conversation between me and my friends just messed up my life!

I was drowning. When I opened my eyes, the sunlight came through the sea-water. It was like I'm holding the sun rays.....Oops! drank some sea-water. It's so salty. Something with a full-speed crossed me, without being able to resist the speed my body moved backwards and I was hit by the sharp edge of a rock. Closed my eyes. Now for sure, I knew that I'm gonna die within seconds.

When I opened my eyes it was so dark, I thought I was in hell. I saw a tiny bright light coming over me. When it almost near me, I can't look at it cause' of its brightness. So I closed my eyes with my palms and then when I opened them, I saw a mirror with no starting and ending and the light spread everywhere. It was parallel to each other and made a way in the middle. I saw the mirror of my left side, it was showing a girl all alone in the dark with a sad look. I felt so sorry for her and pitied her. Then to the other side, it showed the same girl but she was having fun with her friends and she looked so happy. The life she had made me jealous. I took a step forward towards that mirror and tried to touch it but someone from there grasped my arm and pulled me inside. When I went inside, I saw a bright yellow light. It was like the fire. It made a way for me I followed it but I didn't care where the way would lead to. My only thoughts were to follow the light. Then it showed me a door which was beautifully carved with so many designs. I opened the door. Then it was blank, I couldn't remember anything.

(sound of a baby crying) nurse "you're lucky! As you wished you have a baby girl".


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"The journey of Happiness"

This journey starts with your first cry and ends with the last tears of yours when you depart this life.
Because Happiness is a journey,not a destination.
For a long time this journey has been the life which is about to begin. But there are always obstacles , some things has to go through first, an unfinished business or an overdue debt.

We do carry the secret to our own happiness inside "ourselves".But what exactly is this ‘self’? And how can this self find its place in the world, so it can experience happiness?

Happiness is a state of mind – positive and good emotions creates it.

Then life would begin. Happiness is the way. So treasure every moment that you live.

And remember that time waits for no one. So stop waiting until you finish school, until you go to college; until you get married, until you get divorced; until you have kids; until you got retirement; until spring comes; until you will born again to decide that there can not be a better time than right now to be happy…...

Happiness is a journey, not a destination.So, work like you don't need money, love like you've never been hurt,dance like no one's watching and live like this will be your last day.

I'm happiest when I'm right where I want to be and I want to be right where I am. I'm not looking forwards, or backwards, or sideways, or wishing my moments away.
And that's the journey, after all, isn't it?

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?!.

Shower.
To take or not to take?
Bath.
To make or not to make?
Clean.
To stay or not to stay?
Stink.
To or not to?
Care.
To do or not to do?
Question.
To ask or not to ask?
Live!
Die.

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the chameleon he knew how to change colors mixed well with the surrounding put him with the owls and his heart began pounding got good eyes got a great tongue too sing him a song too and he would disappoint you serene and clam he never had fits of rage put him with ravens he'll die in young age leaves and branches were his good friends put him with thorns and brushes he'll not complain , but try to blend in he was a great creature he is no more being put where he didn't belong great sorrow his heart bore he told to nature put me there , I'll blend but he found out his ways were too hard to mend at first he thought it will take some time let me put more effort after all I'm master of mine but things started to slip out of his hands , he felt drained , yet not able to leave as if trapped in sand and then every waking hour only one thing he dreamt how much would be different if he belonged where he meant ever so slowly he began to rot . #review #chameleon #poetry

A thought provoking poem.

Darkness.


When darkness comes and silence arose
The beat of my heart became so shallow


The smell of fear is all I perceive
Anger arose within me and my pain conceal


The man in the mirror is scared
Darkness has taken a toll, leaving me benign

I looked around, I see no one
My works are done, and I have lost


My shames and my glory all before me
There's nothing I can do, than sit or dive in


The arrows of revenge rage
Suddenly It's like I could fight again


Still I looked around and found no one
My works are done and I have lost.

How did I get here? I asked myself
I used to be king, my palace right here.

I have slaves, I keep maids
My yards are big, but now they're fade

Was it not I? I could look dragon in the face
I have many kingdoms, I wipe nations in a gaze.

I never dwell among the peasant, I was power
But darkness has taken it toll, as higher as I was, I am lower.

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/Breathing/Breathing in Your Words/

I am trapped,
Confined within the spaces
Of the words you write.
I know you lock them.
Not to let me escape,
locking us
Also, in your heart
And likely throwing the key
In those ponds of secrecy
Too deep it goes,
Sinking in them
sailing but forever with
the flow of those waters, you know?
Just like boats.
Capsized.
I sink in your words,
deeper as you broaden your poems
Now I know why they're
always long.
I am trapped
In the poetic devices you use.

Just like how in those caesuras,
I am contained.
Not "trapped", as you would call it
More like, I do not want
to escape
Nor let you let me escape

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EMPTINESS IN RETURN

No soul to understand me,
Where will i go with this pain,
I'm tired of convincing,
Still gives out voice to make normal,
In return gifted me air of anger,
Still with acceptance,
I pour out tears in rivers,
And stand in heavy pain
With lonely heart that beats slow
As I've promised to be with him forever.

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A Poem Of Questions

When a dreamer dies,
what happens to his dreams?
Do they trace back the footsteps,
of the goner to heaven?
Or do they stay in closed dungeons,
forever and ever?
Do the dreams grief
that they are orphans now?
Or do they move on to someone else,
to hold them close to their hearts?
When a person dies,
where do his thoughts go?
Do they disappear and
no one sees them again?
Or are they written in bad handwriting
over hidden pages?
Do they get lost
with the person that owns them?
Or do they find their way to similar minds ?
When a person kills himself,
where does his pain go?
He got rid of his pain,
but did the pain vanish from everywhere?
or did it find it's solace
in the dead's loved ones?
Maybe his father or friends
or maybe a stranger?
When someone leaves,
where do you keep the love
that you wanted to shower upon him?
Do you send it to heaven for him to smile,
or do you keep it to your heart
to find peace in some of its pieces?


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It expired
It was words
that leans on me
Was simple
though made me complex
Was deep,
the feel after words heard
Made tired in memories of it
Still mutes smile amd puts in shadow
though passed away.

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The Harshly Sweet Life

Is life all about well - being and warmth?
Or is it only the certain kind of feelings of blue?
I guess it's in between... don't you?
So many moments are out there you
have yelled at the top of your lungs out of joy.
So many days you have passed grieving throughout.
Those nights you have passed just to form the holistic picture of your failures... don't you remember?
Then only a crumble of success soothed your sorest eyes out of insomnia.
So many incidents left you smarting along with no one aside,
So many moments are there you can't even stop swooning over with all gathering together.
So many decisions you will regret for throughout the life.
Have taken so many moves you will be gushing over forever.
So many evenings you had full of anxiety, sincerity, seriousness,
Contrarily so many afternoons you have passed frivolously, flippantly.
So many days you have lived with narcissistic glorification and maybe with glorified redemption.
So many days you compelled to lean back due to burden of self - loathe or maybe due to dismayed failure.
As life always love to amble along the agathokakological way,
It will not be quenching your thirst all the time,
As well as not leaving you refrained from the pleasant colours always.

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What is art?

Journey of fantasy to perception.

Northern star

Where do you go when the pain is so much to take
That you drown in the sand, a marsh land.

Vortex of emotions, bruises and deep paper cuts,
All turning your soul in cellophane.

Numb and lost you search for the northern star
Sitting across the sky way too far.

To guide you back to life and light
And help you pick the fragments of your desires,

Sundered into the wide space of failures.
Look up, look at the sky now!

Do you see it sitting there?
Your northern star is there guiding you back.

So keep moving, I know you're in pain
I know your grief, I feel your disdain.

But where do you go when the pain is so much to take
That you drown in the ocean of your grief, mire of hopelessness.

Follow the star it's guiding you to your home
where there'll be no more pain to bear anymore.

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