The mood that makes mute. Unuttered thoughts that is supposed no one hears. The urge to speak. Unable to find words. Scanning for words. Able to find words. Imprisoned by fear that produce Silen...

Sleep... My energizer and rejuvenator I go weak and tired but return strong with power The weight of my eye lids can now compete with that of lead Struggling to stay awake is a waste of fight cu...

Our beautiful blue ball in space. One of a kind where amazing things exist. None like it can compete with it. Inside of it are wonderful things. Outside of it are marvelous things. This beautiful bal...

I stared into blank space, I couldn’t help but reminisce— Every moment I was hurt, Every struggle I had fought. I never believed I’d still be here, But here I am—caught up in it all. Still, I ...

Black is a color. A color with deep meaning for some. Black is a color. For some it meant power. Another Sorrow. And yet another grieving. Still more will say violence. And another not for God....

#poetry "The God of Billion Galaxies" In cosmic expanse, He reigns supreme, A billion galaxies, His majestic dream. Yet, amidst the stars and celestial sea, He whispers your name, personally. In th...

ECHOES of UNSEEN It comes not loud, but soft and slow, A whisper in the mind’s shadow. No warning signs, no flashing light, Just breath that flees and chest pulled tight. It wears no face, it spe...

.. I wasn’t done, I picked the pen✍️ again and wrote till I’ll be heard… The truth will always find it’s way out I looked back and “it” started to make sense The words, The truth, The...

I looked into the skies, and I saw this— Here in the city of Ogbomoso📍 A gust of overwhelm rushed through me. It stirred memories I couldn’t quite explain— Memories of fearing the rain, Of...

ROTLIGHT… I picked up the pen✍️ and wrote again This time with an assurance that , ”everything masterminded will surely be overthrown” (May we always find reasons to be alive in every wher...

I walk like a whisper Because thunder is tired. Because girls like me Aren’t taught to rattle rooms, We’re taught to carry them quietly. I smile like tradition stitched into lace Pretty, polite,...

The male is the head. The husband of the wife. Provides and looks after his household. The male is the ruler. He guides and protects. He cares and monitors. Working fine and never gives up even...

POEM; Whispers in the dark Moving in the oceans of girdling lies Going over pending files He looked into the overwhelmed souls Sitting directly in the opposite rows. Knowing deep down in his majesti...

Heavy with child, stressed at work Severally insulted and put in the dock With situation at home she could not take a walk Sometimes she cleans, then she hawks In penury, her children were reared...

Must it be me, That the winds of sorrow chase, When joy is served at many tables, And I am left with an empty plate? Must it be me, Whose footsteps echo through lonely paths, While others find the dr...

Oyewale Toluwanimi was the brightest soul I had ever walked beside. Our steps once matched, our days intertwined— until, without warning, the thread between us began to loosen. One afternoon, I und...

THE POWER OF DEATH To love is to hurt ones self Death doesn't really hurt but when we love, it does. It is our inability to let go of the past. It is to want more but never to let go. For in order to...

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🅝︎🅞︎ 🅛︎🅞︎🅥︎🅔︎ Hearts run red— spilled across thoughts I cannot gather. Mind too sharp, slicing myself with critique. I hang in silence, gripping air, while the world...

Hey love, It’s been a while — and I know that’s an understatement. I didn’t plan to ghost. Life just happened… loudly, quickly, and all at once. In the middle of creating, building, healing,...