of nigeria, nigerians & sickening clownry
if youths, enter the following code armoury:// their voice// offense:// spoke up// tag:// terrorists solution:// harass, arresst, massacre, trigger tribal discord
Read MoreHow Sour Does Love Taste?
water colour / cardboard paper splash some colours / make still art dance surugede
Read MoreDon't Scorn Love
If you had been where I have been in the strange land accursed, And you had seen what I have seen, You would not laugh at love.
Read MoreOf Dreams And Distractions
We've seen you dance, we know of your wiles and the sweetness ab initio of your subtle sting.
Read MoreDeep, a poem
Deep, a poem talks about the dept of being the same and changed and the dept of being what makes us decay.
Read MoreDon't Come Looking For Me
When a family member commits suicide, the entire family is plunged into confusion and grief. Life is instinctually valued by all of life's creatures.
Read MoreWe With Weak Lungs
Weak lungs are vulnerable as an empty shell, breaking at the slightest touch. This poem is dedicated to my lungs and my phobia for cold.
Read MoreGOOD FRIDAY: MY JESUS, THE CRUCIFIED.
They spit upon His meekness, and struck Him in the face. They...
Read MoreOf Coronavirus And Aba
There's Coronavirus in every open refuse dump before Wuhan had her first case.
Read MoreShe's Sabrina, And That's All That Matters
They say she's a bottle of liquor. What does it matter? I'd drink her until my vision is blurry.
Read MoreThe Texture Of Faith Thickens As Rituals Spools It
the texture of faith cannot deepen with the wool of rituals.
Read MoreAnswers With Question Mark
what if the creator is a witty illusionist playing chess with timelines of our existence?
Read MoreAnchored On Christ
Sometimes, the pilgrim's journey to heaven is disrupted by challenges that wearies the soul. This is a plea by a weary soul to the Lord. May our anchor hold in times of storm.
Read MoreDON'T PAINT MY HUT WHITE & TELL ME IT'S PARADISE
Don’t tell me to fight back the tears if you can’t erase the pain
Read MoreHUMANITY IS OBLIVIOUS OF ME
and when I begin to fade, my life becoming worthless, stones shall be heaped over my carcass, beside my father, who like his father, were stones uncracked by conditions and convictions harsh.
Read MoreBECAUSE I WAS ASKED WHAT LOVE IS
Love is like Chinaware, shiny, beautiful often broken and rarely lasts. Love...
Read MoreThe Timeline Of Inexistence
"here ends an awkward journey that began from nowhere, for it is I who do not exist"
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