PAIN and PLEASURE

Its the art,
Its the timing,
All not a pleasure,
All not a pain,
Am stack in life,
Death is my greatest dream.

Wide brains,
Thoughts enlarged,
Like images,
Like pictures,
Wider pixel,
Smaller vision.

Think with your eyes clsoed,
But what is the use when I can't see the thoughts,
All that fills my world is dark,
The light is miles ahead,
Like a car,
Am that engine with no oil,
No hope, little faith,

Pain, pleasure,
Am chanting,
Expecting response,
I forgot its the brain,
Oh God!!!
No one was listening,
I was passing my PLEASURE with PAIN.

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A story of strange love

it was probably early last year, your where nothing but a name in my ears, soothing, smooth like wine to a bad stomach, you had me knees bent, heart raced, all in the name of love my dear, a love I barely understood, a love I barely spoke, if ever love was a language I think I would be dumb for the rest of the year, you were like the morning dew, perfect for the nose, exciting for my bare feet, but still I never thought having you would be a pleasing thing, you had a charm, the kind you see in twilight, like a dark tunnel, you were definitely my light, I had you on my mind like a broken record, you can never find the lyrics but the tune keeps playing in your head, only God knows how much I was praying for you, but yet here you were, at my feet, begging for me to open up, and yet all I could really open was my mouth, not to profess my love, but to remind you how imperfect i was, yet there you were, quick and ready to remind me that I definitely was perfect to y...

Am Just 21!

I was inspired to write Not because I was listening to Bob Marley and Laurie Hills But because am 21 and the society has decided I am African Originally not meant to be too educated One degree One certificate And I am the perfect wife for a 45 year old man Am lonely at 21 I am growing old at 21 I need babies soon at 21 Now this is why am getting serious bored of this world I mean am 21 I have just started understanding what I am A woman, yes With needs, yes But I still have standards Still have dreams I still want to tour Want to meet Oprah Maybe win an Oscar Or probably write a play Watch it make it to the Emmy's What is wrong with dreaming, I mean am only 21 Still very adventurous Still giggle when my own father gives me a complement I mean, am just 21 Let me enjoy.

Let's hide

Hold my hands let's take a trip, A trip far away we can maybe chill. You see, My stories have been my pain, My pain has been my lessons, Lessons that I surely haven't learnt, And pain unforgotten. I hide in this place called a smile, Pretend all is but a ride, A rollercoaster, Yes! But am not to blame. In a world where success gets you friends, Internet gets you love, Education gets you a job, And the air makes you sick, I have no option but to hide, Hide in this place called a smile. When am asked if am crying, I wipe my face and yell, Where's the party at? Am not trying to let anyone in my space, I can't trust them, They! They have a way of breaking me, Using my love to their advantage, My need for company to their control, And now I built a wall, A wall behind this place, This place called a smile. Why are they so evil? Why don't they love the way I do? Why don't they see the things I see? Love in hate, Peace in war...

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