Felisha
She makes feel high like am on shisha,
Her malificent eyes like those of a weevil desperately looking for it’s new borns,
Her fragrant skin dictates it allergical response to Geisha,
Like Arragon, she doesn’t jump with common spirits,
The sadness she preserves for the rodents,
Felisha is so unlike mummies coz her tits produce honey,
You won’t need an oven for winter coz Felisha’s hotness ceases the need,
And in calmness she lets you take the lead,
My brain tickles like it’s full of litter every time I think about Felisha😍.

Denise
She makes me feel like a prince
Her lyrical voice which can break a wire
And her presence that makes nature move like strings of a broken lyre
In my minds prevails the peace
When the tales I listen to are of Denise
The love that I thought was lust
Now dictates that its a must
In her absence I weep
Like a kitten that has lost its milk to a place that is deep
Bring me she and gratitude shall befall thee.

Why do I have,
To say this again,
An awful sentence,
To everyone I love.

I am exhausted of altering it,
Is this what they call life?
Where is the well in farewell?
I see it not, only emptiness.

I feel like stopping time,
Every time I have to say it,
Whenever I must let go,
Of yet another piece of me.

Everything changes in time,
While it’s far from us,
I have lost my heart to farewell phobia,
due to these unpredictable changes.

I have lost a war I against it,
I have lost spirit to rage on.
What is brought by its presence,
It’s a feeling of contempt for it.

Is the time I say farewell,
To everything I cherish, desire and love,
For life keeps on taking what I hold dear.
Leaving all that keeps me awake at night.
~Unspoken Cites

Life

Life can be unpredictable
It changes with passage of time
It’s ironical that thinking about happy
moments leave us teary eyed
And it brings a smile thinking
we’re over ‘crying.

Sunshine seems joyful
Only after stormy nights,
You can lose your fear of falling,
Only if you’ve been at heights.

You can know what happiness is ,
Only if you’ve been sad,
You’ll appreciate the good times ,
If you’ve also seen the bad.

The soldier, navy, marines and victims from war,
Say those who do not know Pain,
Shall never understand true peace.
They say it is achieved through bloodshed and sacrifice.

Those who have only seen the darkness in life,
Say peace is a fantasy this world shall never see.
As long as we are cursed to live in a hateful world.
The cycle of hatred shall never end.

Those who believe in a god,
Say only their lord can bring peace,
They say believe and follow in the teachings of the son of god,
Then you shall find peace in this temporary world.

Do you believe in the peace these factions speak of?
Which is truer than the others?
Is it up to one human or everyone?
How can humans trust and believe,
in each other in this hurtful world?

I believe that true peace,
Can be achieved through understanding and working together,
To eliminate the boundaries, criticism and hatred we have for each other,
For war is only a conflict of interest and misunderstanding.
~samuel Mothapo

Death is not lazy to you cause of your sceptre and crown

Death is not lazy to you cause of your sceptre and crown,
later it invites you to it’s home to treat you better with lose and lone.
Your clothes shall washed by the hands of ache,
and your mouth shall relish the sorely baked cake.

Your realm will not be forgotten but reserved to an another king,
Your death could not bother nor make any impact to an another thing.
It’s you who have been lost and you who have been forsaken,
nevertheless nothing could ever have been ever taken.

The earthly state sent you to an another senate of numbness,
that doesn’t mean it makes everything slumberless.
The concubines and the things you had conquered once
seems to be conquered latter by your sons.

And the badge of royalty and status you had achieved once
now rest in peace at your casket to let other your remembrance.

by Ali Seyyid

You are sad because of me so let me explain
You can’t be mad of someone who’s dying in pain
The bad luck adores me and the troubles are pouring like rain.

I’ve said that I’ll get you back when you’ll fall
But at that time I didn’t know that I will lose it all
Giving excuses for the people we have broken
Was like trying to fix the world with words we’ve spoken.

I am aware of all the hurt that I’d brought to you
But believe me my darling I’ve been broken too
You thought that I have forgotten everything about you
How can I pass a day without our memories that ain’t true.

Sometimes we hurt the people we love the most
Not cause we’re sick of them but our souls were lost
I was trying to find me when our ways had crossed
So I had to move on and to leave you in the dust.

And for all the things I’ve done to you, I’ll be always regret
Untill the day I’ll come to you like the first time we’ve met
Promise then you’ll never get the chance to cry
I’ll lift you up my dear I will take you with me high.

by Aya Sakour

What are we?
Because everytime I try to look at you,
My heart rate spikes up,
And my emotions run haywire.
Yet when I look at you,
I feel lonely without you,
I feel trapped and uncertain,
Is it possible?
To feel this way,
All of a sudden?

Everytime we talk,
I feel drained,
But the happiness which hides,
Can’t be ignored,
Everytime you ignore my messages,
And keep me blocked,
I feel hurt, yet determined.
Everytime I hear your voice,
My eyes well up with tears,
What is it that I feel?
Some unnamed emotion?
Which only you can cause?

I wanna know what are we,
Together for years,
Yet we can’t call each other friends,
It’s been years,
Yet stuck to being classmates,
We don’t talk, or wave a hello,
We don’t chat, sitting side by side,
It’s been years we share the class,
Surely it’s not just luck, right?

What are we?
If not even friends,
Because it’s been years,
And I am desperate for answers.

tyler

Undercover Angel

Like a river of fresh cold flowing water,
She delivers afresh bold glowing words.
To soothe herself as she knows that’s where her comfort lies,
In singing and listening and writing poems,
Inside which lies peace of mind and serenity of spirit.
She finds that she could interestingly live a thousand lives existing in one time zone.

Her eyelashes,
Like strings of a guitar,
And a symphonic melody produced when she blinks.
And as the star that she is,
She sings and syncs in an inaudibly twinkle,
But self assuredly that her music gives her joy,
And soothes her sorrow.

Her smile,
A twine of freedom and depression.
Only makes sense when you think deep of it.
Yet that smile is the widest, wildest thing you’ll see in a spree when you cursorily gaze through her face.

Her teeth,
As gracious as they could ever be,
Are a perfect description of the creator’s expertise.
Her pride,
On which she slides and glides,
So tide and time can’t bite off her smile.

Her joy,
Even if temporary is guarded by the strongest of angels,
Which ironically and beautifully are clones of herself.
And her shelf filled with loads and loads of imaginary books,
Authored by her and her alone,
But the ink is too bleak for her flawed eyes to see and read at will.

She wishes and prays that one day,
She’ll have a grasp of herself,
And be able to smile genuinely,
And be able to laugh with all her teeth out.
To see a thousand galaxies of stars even behind the blackness of her eyelids,
And be able to see love and light in every scar.

She wishes that someday,
She could read all the books in her shelf,
And retell her stories with daring confidence,
And being an undercover angel.

by Mary Edet