You don't want to have what's right in front of you
Yet you despise yourself for what you don't have now
It's ironical that everyday life is passing you by
Yet you are trying to take the steering wheel somehow

When will you face the truth that they are already gone
Even when you promised them, they will never be wronged
They needed you when they needed to and that's it
If you are really responsible for yourself, then effin act it

Either you pushed them away or they left you behind
You were either a court Jester or a King of the Blind
It's not easy to let go yet you must do what you can
The longer you stay at the bottom, the more difficult it is to stand

There are so many people out there who need you
Someone to tell them that it doesnt matter at all
You have been through the worst, survived to tell your story
The more realer life is once you accept its a Memento Mori

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AM I SO ATROCIOUS THAT EVERYONE LEFT ME?
WHERE I PARTED WITH SOME, OTHERS PARTED WITH ME. PRETENDING TO CARESS MY HEART THEY LEFT IT BROKEN . INTRODUCING ME TO DARKNESS THEY LEFT ME WITH BASELESS ACQUISITIONS. PERHAPS I AM INCAPABLE OF THEIR LOVE THAT THEY LEFT ME UNACCOMPANIED. HERE I WAS EXPECTING THE BEGINNING OF AN EXQUISITE BOND,THERE THEY ESCAPED…..                    
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The day before I die...
Let me live
The day before I cry ...
Let me laugh
The day before I ruin myself...
Let me Decorate it
The day before I feel low...
Let me think high
The day before I feel alone...
Let me have some Friend

I don't know how to draw me
or Don't know why to throw me
I'm the person Just want to Calm My agony

I don't Know how to behave
or Don't know why to hide in a cave
I'm the person just want to calm my curiosity

I'm the person dreaming a lot
Let me guess ..
Is it dream or not
I'm the person just want to heal my pain
I'm the person want to distribute what I have gain

I'm The person just want to live a while
Let me open my case
Let me solve my mystery file
I'm The person just want to live a while

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Hate is torn from the passing of love
Love is born with the losing of hate
Both strong both destructive
Meet in the middle
And chose your path
But be sure
Each never lasts
( Stubborn) 🙃

|NOTHING IN PROMPTICULAR|
DAY 20
CONDITION: TEEN FICTION

PROMPT:
Nick was watching tv when the news anchor said, “Nick you really shouldn’t be watching tv. You need to go talk to Carol right now. Kill her.”

"NO! Get out of my head!" His roar shook the walls.
Nick's breaths became heavier. Deeper. Even, Animalistic. His
fists morphed into jittering balls. He stared at the tv with a predator in his eyes...

"I am not going to do it!" Each word was coordinated with the hurling of the centre table into the TV's face.

Nick's knees gave out. A tear slithered down. Jaws and teeth clenched alike, he kept muttering "She doesn't deserve this! She doesn't deserve this!"

His ears picked up a subtle vibration. It was his phone. Nick's legs were jelly from the internal war he was fighting. But he was strong. He was winning...

"Hey Nick! Something's going down. It's your girl again..."

Nick felt a relapse coming. First the heavier breaths. Then the snarling. Then the pestering twitch. There wasn't much he could do. His heart had been broken. Into one too many pieces.

"Nick?" Again from the other end of the call.

"Yeah, Todd, I hear you."

"You sound like puke, you're cool?"

"You ruined my nap. I'll get you for that."

Todd chuckled, doing well to cloak his intensifying fear. Not just for Nick. For himself too. He wasn't sure where the Nick he knew was. This wasn't Nick. Yet, he understood.

"Carol's out at the park." Todd started

"Picking flowers?"

"Yes, out of a Brad's hair! He's handling your girl, Nick. He's taking her."

"No..." Nick groaned as his twitching took over.
"I...I am the one who will take her."
He snarled.

"Yo Nick, don't do anything stupid."

"Nick! Nick!!!"

Todd's yelling was useless. Nick picked his keys off the floor. He cared nothing about them as he flung the table to silence the TV.

...
Nick's Cadillac pulled up at the park. He knew exactly where Carol would be. They went there all the time. He got out of the car. Fists still clenched. With a demon in his eyes.

"Nick! Wait!"
Todd cried from the coffee shop opposite the Park's entrance.

Nick didn't stop. He moved away calmly. With the aura of an overpowering beast.

"Nick what are you going to do?" Todd asked after he caught up.

Nick smirked, "You'll see."

"I'll come with you." Todd began, placing a hand on his buddy's shoulder.

"You're not going to like that." Nick hissed. "I can assure you."

...

The surfacing of Nick chased Brad away. Carol sat stiff in the grass. Nick saw through her smile. He always did.

"Need to talk to you." He started.

"Join me in the grass?" She asked, extending her hand.

He took it and pulled her up. "I brought the car. Let's go to the river."
...

The car charged down the path through the woods.

"Nick. Nick. Nick!!" She pounded his nearest shoulder. He was going too fast. Showing no signs of stopping. River straight ahead.
Nick neither turned nor said a word. His eyes were soulless.

Carol knew it was pointless. Her first attempt at unlatching the seatbelt failed. Then the next. Then the next.

"Nick?" She said. Tears snaking down her face. It had dawned on her.
"NICK!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
She attacked once more. Pounding his shoulder. Stabbing her window with her elbows. To no avail. A one-sided smile was his reaction...

"NICK! THE RIVER! THE RIVER!!"

Nick fixed his eyes on her face. The flood of tears had displaced her makeup.
"I...loved you..."

Off the Rocky ramp the car flew.
The deed was done.
...

Nick surfaced from the water. Soaked. Arm bloodied with bits of glass stuck in his flesh. Eyes distant. One-sided smile.

"NICK!!!" Todd called. His fears propelled him to follow. His cautious driving made him lose them in the woods.

"Nick! Where is Carol?"

"She's in the car."

"Where's the car."

"It's in the river." Nick answered again.

Todd froze.

"Oh, Todd, it wasn't all bad...at least I saw her off to the gates of hell. Right where she belongs."

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Whenever you break down, never forget, it is a God given opportunity to build a stronger you.

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Fear Works

I see my destination; it's beautiful.
I clearly see my vision; it's incredible.
But which staircase should I take to get there?
Two straircases; I guess I just have to dare.
At a time, you can only take one staircase...
Then that's it for the rest of the phase.
One is right, one is wrong, but which is which?
And after taking one, you cannot switch.
To switch is to quit before learning the truth.
To switch is to kill time, to stop too soon.

I see the top, the dazzling top.
I run up these stairs; I will never stop.
But I don't want to be wrong, or I'll flop.
If the staircase ends halfway and I fall off,
It'll break me—the landing won't be soft.

Lately, my confidence has been stumbling.
For quite a while now, I have been running.
I wonder if this staircase is just a cul-de-sac.
I wonder if I'm wasting life with the wrong track.
The god in my mind speaks to me often.
He makes sure I believe in my only vision.
But I want him to tell me if I'm going right.
Why don't he just sprinkle a little more light?
Going really hard for very long...
Just to discover that you were terribly wrong...
Though, will that be as painful as I think?
Probably yes, I'd shatter on some hard brick.
If I die then, I'd be remembered for trying.
If I don't die, I'd be a bird with broken wings.
I'd be forced to use my legs, the lower limbs.

Falling off has its ironic charms.
Falling off means I now know what harms.
Afterward, only the right staircase remains.
Will the fall consume me or will I step on the staircase?
Fear of falling off has never consumed me,
But fear of staying fallen is ruining me.

If any of the fears win, I become mediocre.
A normal life is too somber for me, too sober.
Well, I have a really good news to this fever.
My deepest and strongest fear is dying mediocre.
I'm not normal. I'm the devil with manners:
I lust with passion, I deceive hours.
I flame in growth, my dreams are fire.
Heart of a person, soul of a monster:
I crunch the minutes, though humble as I tire.
My sins are growing deeper and faster.
I'm too hectic for heaven anyway.
If a dead end is the truth of this staircase,
I'll fall off with a huge smile on my face.
Truly live, or die trying—no other way.

If how great I live doesn't matter,
How long I live doesn't matter.
Breathing is not living, I say.
Bite my teeth and run down the stairway.
All the way through.
All the way through.

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Story

Stories help when there is a desire to Express
Things,
Emotions,
Reality
&
Morality

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|NOTHING IN PROMPTICULAR|
DAY 21
CONDITION: NONE

PROMPT: Write a prayer

God, it's me again. I know I haven't been the best of children. But you're the best father regardless.

Momma told me you told her that I should ask for stuff. Anything I want. She said you're going to hear me. She said you're going to listen. And she said you'll give... If I'm on the good list.

Well. It's no secret. You saw what I did yesterday. Didn't go as planned. I barely came out alive. That's why I'm here.

Keisha is sick. Very sick. You shouldn't have given her a faulty heart. Her mother prays that you fix it but you don't. So I'm going to do it my way. The way father taught me.

Tonight I'm going with the guys.
Jim, Kirby, Sam and Wesley. I promise to give back. This time I will. I'll give some money to the rickety orphanage down the road. Please God. Please. Let the bank robbery come out right.

Remember. All of this is because you refuse to repair Keisha's failing heart. My little ten year old daughter is too Precious to die.

God, this is Johnny, pastor Anne Stewart's only child.
Amen.

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What-ifs

What if today is my last day?
What if death is looking at me in the face,
and I haven't realized?
What if this is my last second,
my last blink,
my last breath?
What if in this instant,
my heart just stops
and my brain ceases
producing thoughts and dreams?

I know life is ephimeral
and oblivion is somehow inevitable
but honestly,
I'm not prepared to go yet,
and I fear death doesn't understand that.

Oh, inescapable death,
would you give me one more day?
I need to find my purpose
before you embrace me with your darkness.
I need to make a difference,
to leave a mark,
to be remembered.

But what if death ignores my clamor?
What if I'm gone?
Will I be cried?
Will I be missed?
Will someone revive memories of me?

The truth is I fear death
just like I fear being alive and barely feeling like living,
just like I fear my passing goes unnoticed,
just like I fear I could never discern
the reason why I am here,
right now,
in this exact time and place.

There must be a purpose to be born into this world
and a purpose to leave it.
And if I never discover it
before the black sun of death sets,
I'm afraid this tormenting what-ifs
will haunt me in my grave forever.

I'm from charcoal


Nights dont call my dark
Black can't name me wack
Charcoal is my carbon copy
I am a man of sturdy

Son of the old
Granny aged thickly with coal
Source of wealth than crude
My solace lies in the wood

I am dark grey
No matter ticks the clock says
Smokes garnishes my flesh
Black breeze makes me fresh

Dancing flames around cook house
Wingless children sucks aroma like louse
Reddish porridge on the alter of charcoal
Happiness now and beyond control

When you see me in town
Don't say I am a clown
Black made me brown
Now, Age has grown

On the bed of memories
I smile with white tears
Granny's words still glitters
"Charcoal is black not bitter"

Do good;
Charcoal dies with impact
Still nothing can counter
When burnt, No equal barter

I'm from charcoal
Son of the old
I am dark grey
My solace lies in the wood.

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#Ayomide

Maryam Umar: The Successful Lady


The world didn't see
Her graduation day
No tooth had she named
After her name
She made no theory
And won no prize.

She lived all her life
In a niche in the world
Her name wasn't known
By many of her time
And will soon be forgotten
By many who'd known.

She didn't make it
To the list of the riches
She just was a girl,
A daughter of her parents
And a fellow colleague
Planning for the future

But if I were to envy
Between her and Newton
Or between her and John D.
Rockefeller
It will be her,
Who holds my attention.

She had sold her time
For a greater profit.

Note: We lost Maryam, a sister and a colleague from dentistry department.May Allah have mercy on her soul. Our thoughts were shaken. Though as medical students often exposed to such cases, but the sadness nearly broke us down. May her sins be forgiven. And be granted Paradise.

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Depression is a war
A battle against yourself
Every thought is bullet
Every moment is punch
Every word is stab in the heart
Depression is the thief
It steals everything you once had
Everything left behind is the things that keep
Depression is the murder
I look in the mirror
And see this thing
Depression is the zombie
Your alive but your dead
You are unaware of what's happening
You're walking dead
Depression is the nightmare
You wake up into hell
Your afraid of living
Everything seems impossible to bear
Depression is an ocean
A sea of emotions
Never ending pain
Never ending struggles
There is no light
There is no escape
........ (Depression) ...... 🤷‍♂️

Ismail Abba: My teacher


Where I stood there was no light
The rule was steep - hard to walk on
He pulled it down from his bright side
So I could reach even if I'd lie down


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T'was twilight, an orange shade in the sky,
Escaping the bounty roads, longing to fly,
Like a beetle,
Headed, I , deep into the woods,
Where meandering tracks loses its way,
And persistent doom , claims its stay.


Twittering and hooting owl in the nido,
Scoundrel plunging noisy creek,
Snake, rattling, its way into the meadow,
Forest , echoed with voice so deep.


The woods, now black with silver leaves,
For , moon doth plays its game,
Of zentangles woven with the sand of times,
Perplexes , destiny on the road, again.

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As if my leg was broken,
And seeing nothing i swear,
Please father your forgiveness,
For my sake's or your child's care,

O' Father don't let the belt,
Or shedding your version of hell,
O' Father please let me die,
As i forsaken your suicide after mine.

#review #persephone #poetry

I NEVER KNEW

The angles started singing a lullaby
Peaceful dark occupying my eyes
I never knew there could
Any more peace than this
I never knew I could be
In a perfect bliss

I call the stars and
Tie my fate to it
I drown my scars and
Burn myself in the sins I commit.

I never knew I could be
Singing to you
I never knew I could be
Your muse

But tripling over the sorrows you hide
I got to know the secrets you confide
In the darkness which doesn't leave your side
Let me burry it
With my wit
Of comparing my times.

I never knew I could be
Loved like fine wine
I never knew I could be
The simily filling your lines.

#review #Ia #write
Just write

If you write with rules
The rules rule you
If you write with intent
Intentions ruin you
If you write for something
That something is nothing
If you write for someone
That ain’t coming to your bed
If you write for yourself
It drowns your soul
So, write with the flow
The nature embraces you to death
Write what you see
Write what you feel
Not to be heard
Not to be seen
Just write to let your words flow
Along the souls that are flowing
Down the river of life
You write for those who believe
You write for those who perceive
What is hidden beyond the flesh
You write for those who need the light
Not everyone here is the follower of light
You just write without caring for rules
You just write what the soul feels
While escaping for the eternal place

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Canvas
Dream as I might I can not recall.
Nerves, try if you may,
Paint this canvases of white
This blank sheet, so taunting,
Fill it,I shall, of black and color,
Of hate and sorrow,
Of love and bliss,
Of truth, such truth I shall feel!
Never will it be a void again!
Yet, I fear for it’s taint.
I dread the paint I smear on you
Would you forgive me for defiling you?
Or shall I leave you to your content?
For you to ponder with out existence.
Would it be cruel to breath life to you?
Wake from a slumber so through?

Hi everyone it is my first ever poem in english, all of you please read it and say what u felt about it, especially about the usage of words.

............Friendship...........

In the beginning, it was a big world. The world of strangers,
the world of intellectuals,
they talk great things,
they do great things.
I felt myself like an ignorant there.
But I was not ready to give up
I was not ready to be ignorant,
I prepared and tried hard.
I changed the world of strangers into the world of acquaintances,
I became the intellectual of the world of intellectuals,
and I began to talk great things,
began to do great things.

But One day,
someone asked me.
"Why did you come down to us?"
" You were a lot greater than us!"
I was shocked !!
"Why did you say that?
I could not help but ask.
He said-
"In the beginning, this was a big world. The world of strangers,
the world of intellectuals,
they talk great things,
they do great things.
I felt myself like an ignorant here
I wanted to be like you,
I wanted to talk like you.
But, now we have no differences,
no ups and downs.
no strangeness,
we talk same things,
we do same things,
we share same things"

That was the moment of realization.

It was not a big world,
no one was an intellectual,
no one was talking great things,
no one was doing great things, everyone was EQUAL .
But no one realized it.
Everyone thought they were ignorant in their own worlds.
But, Time has bound those worlds with a thread.
A thread that changed strangers into friends
A thread that can never be cut again.
It's called friendship .
Then everyone realized that they were equal.

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