Her pride is now crushed by conscience; she still won't make it to a last respect. No bit of her would allow it. she had pierced her son's heart with love the selfish way, yet it lived to appreciate its seed. Had she not ignored the red fuse when it first tripped, the walls of everyone's heart she battered would have held their peace within. And although the acquitted partook in the loss, the fire is on her. The Red Fuse Tripped it.
What do you think about love at first? Absolutely unreal? 100% legit?
When Gaia is veiled in obscurity And the erratic stars ablaze When Helois wraps up his piece And the Luna fails to fortify us Like the diverging rays of light, I'll fuel your vigour When winter befalls us And the roarers our lofty fortress euthanize When Venus,cloaked in swathy black,averts her gaze And restless torment … Continue reading The Good Side Of Bad
Her pride is now crushed by conscience; she still wouldn't make it to a last respect. No bit of her would allow that. She had pierced her son's heart with love-the-selfish-way, yet it lived to appreciate its seed. Had she not ignored the red fuse when it first tripped, the walls of everyone's heart she … Continue reading RED FUSE TRIP
Dedicated to Catherine Nathaniel Image by Gbenga Smith I've been thinking,just how sad it is that no one writes letters, Not anymore, So I've resoluted to writing you this, It's not all about the tip of my pen in alpha beta, For even you know I'm not so crazed a writer. I know you'll … Continue reading THE SHALLOWS
The dreams we had illuminate in these pictures on the wall, The mansion, the kids, Our achievements implanted around the world, it was you and I, we built them together. I lost all with you, One last word you echoed re echoes in words "Save me!" The scene,it is clear as reality. our car parked … Continue reading SAVE ME
To the boys who would date my daughter I haven't met her mum Maybe I have met her But she is laying somewhere there in her mum's belly And I am proudly waiting For her She'll met daddy soon And I and her mum Would be so proud of her. I bet you can't … Continue reading To The Boys Who Would Date My Daughter
Between your face and mine Burnt the flames of passion Immersed with bayonets From yesterday's quarrel I was Ali But you wouldn't stoop not conquer The third war Between our lips Is where we are settle Our dispute The sleeping dog We finally let be. -Abimbola.