I told my brother, 'I'd never be like the rest',
and to my sister, 'I do not miss people' - a nice lie that is.
I told my father, 'I wasn't made of steel',
and to my mother, 'I'm not a child to be loved' - that could be right, perhaps.
And to you, I said a lot of words, that which I could keep no track of.
I've spoken more truth in notes than in speech, for only then my soul could run free.
I'd always say I've got no retentive memory, but I had only chosen for me, that which I deemed important to remember.
I could clearly state that from my child, I've received more hugs,
and my child bestowed me more reason to joy.
If you'd ask me to explain myself, I'd never know what to say.
If you'd ask me where the sun lies, I'd tell you I've ever only seen one in my head.
And if the moon could speak, he'd tell you all for countless times I've betrayed him for that little sun in my head.
If you'd ask about I over there, they'd tell you they've never heard her speak.
If you'd ask about I over here, they'll tell you a lock over her lips will keep the city at peace.
If you'd ask me what my purpose is, I'd only tell you to be different from the rest.
If you'd ask who I am, I'd tell you I'm somebody's child, and nothing more I could have said.
If you would see me once or twice, your usual 19-year-old you'd tell,
do not go over the little chat, nor over dresses and boys,
do not go over the surface matter, only then I'd ever remain a sanely 19-year-old,
because you'd never understand. With or without puzzle,
surface people, with surface mind, will ever only see a surface world.

~ Myra

Paralyzed by all the anger that replaced the love, unable to do much except scream and blame it all on yourself eventhough it takes two people to burn a bridge.

~and yet all suffering is yours?

We wander and roam,
On distorted roads.

Lost from the very beginning,
With no purpose of returning.

It's a simulation of all the blunders,
That traverse from one another.

To be taught by the clueless,
The little knowledge depreciates.

Until nothing but mere assumption,
Is left for distasteful consumption.

~Myra

Stop the abuser,
Not just through words,
But through deeds.

Indeed, just so,
And the liberty we pursue,
Shall be abundant.
Can you be relied upon?

© Victoria Damilola

I(r)onic parody

Imbalance in the level of sodium,
Causing my heart to beat irregularly.
The sounds of irregular heartbeats,
Resembles a brain yelled over the podium.
I never had heart issues earlier,
The reason I have one now is peculiar.
Misfires of Sinus rhythm,
Delusional echoes of unspoken hymn.
Baffling the electrolytic butterflies,
Improves the murmur of loud cries.
Telling my friend, who claims it's infatuation,
Otherwise, the physician diagnoses dehydration.

There is a longing,
That lights up the sky when the candle is lifted,
There is a sparkle,
That sets your heart beating,
When a name is mentioned,
There is a glance,
You can hardly forget,
Even when knowing,
That the only ending is the sea.

The night is so, so still. Barely any sounds, save for the occasional distant motorcycle rumbles and the constant yet weak sounding cricket chirps. It is so eerily quiet, as if someone just turned off the switch. I always love the night, especially the dead of night like this. But I also dread it. I dread it because it's when I can hear the voices in my head the loudest. All the weeping, screaming, screeching, and pleading are magnified ten, twenty folds... Tormenting.

I'll have to ruin the night a little bit by playing some music, as I always do, or else I'll go mad.

The Tale of my Dream

In my dreams, I fly with pride and personal drive, adorned with spotlight wings on my back—a sign of royalty. As the fairy of the woodland tryst, I always knew I would one day rule my people and subjects. Into the wood I flew, following the road leading home, after a quest of five years for the right to the throne. Now, I return home to claim what is rightfully mine.

My dream is a tale of desire and ambition, where I soar like an eagle, discovering myself and striving for personal fulfillment. My uniqueness lies in my aspiration for greatness, my longing for leadership propelling me on a journey of growth.
I am ready to seize control of my destiny, fueled by unwavering determination.

© Victoria Damilola

Death

Dear death,
I have every reason to hate you,
But when we meet I'll give you a wreath.

I'll kiss you lovingly,
As you slowly take me away,
I hope you'll treat me kindly.

I'll not protest at your coming,
I'll offer no resistance,
Because all this long I've been waiting.

But I have a request,
Don't be in a hurry to come,
Come when I'll be ready with a bouquet.

Stay away from my loved ones,
It will break me if you visit them,
Stay away while their light still shines.

I know you have a good heart,
You are also diligent in your work,
Take me to my Maker when I'm smart.

When I kiss you for the first and last time,
Please don't be in a hurry to end it,
Let me lose track of time.
©Ua_Tig

And wings,
However so
Pretty are not
The reason I fly

#ts #de #btf

I love staying up,
Even when my eyes are falling,
And my brain is shutting.

It feels better this time,
It feels peaceful this time.
It's when I want to listen to my favorite song,

And when I want to dance to my favorite tune.
It's when I want to watch the sky,
As the cool breeze dances around me.

I'd regret it the next day, but it's worth it.
The night loves me,
And I love the night.

~Myra

I do not fear your absence.
As much as I fear your presence as a stranger,

What is more frightening than the darkness in light? 

What is more hurtful than the shattered hopes of all that could have been? 

Who is more lost than the ones losing all that they never had?

What is more tragic than a poet's ink bleeding blood from scars that never belonged with it?

Live as a Kid

When I was a kid, I wanted to grow,
Adults have freedom, so I thought,
It's only now, that I'm making a vow,
I'll live my life, like a kid ought.

Those days, we'd run all day,
Chase rabbits, at full speed,
When tired, we lied on the hay,
Then we ate, blueberry seed.

We'd swim, in the river,
Naked the way, we entered the world,
We only left when, we started to shiver,
We'd be scolded, our parents termed us wild.

If there was, a button to rewind,
I'd run to press it, but I don't have the guts,
I love myself, even if I followed the wind,
The mistakes I made, I have no regrets.

One good thing, in life you'll always run,
The day you stop, we'll write orbituaries,
So never be gloomy, always have fun,
Never hold grudges, and keep away the worries.
©Ua_Tig