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Thin Line Between Love And Hate

When love spikes up the sparkles in a woman’s eyes

When love turns a man into a lovey-dovey

The emblem of love flourishes in a feast

When love exists between the two opposite sex, it creates an atmosphere of joy, peace and ease but when love turns sour and decides​ to say to them ‘their is no remedy I am not returning’…

Shatteres! Anger!……

Hatred doesn’t knock on the door nor does it announce it’s entry; it badges in and knocks down every obstacle standing in it’s way that is not deeply rooted…

She planted a love tree

Left it to flourish freely

He walked towards the tree

Plucked from the tree and ate everyday

He fell in love…

She stopped noturing it

Started to count her head strands of hair

The tree died…

And he stopped coming

There were no more fruits to pluck…

He searched elsewhere for fruits

Hatred created a settlement in the space of the dead love tree

Love always conquers eventually!!!

 

 

Floating Words Into Poetry

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thoughts and the thoughts have found words- Robert Frost

There are times we wonder how words fly from all directions to make a sentence in poetry. I used to wonder until I started to put myself into the middle of words, hanging them around me, having fun with them and making sense of them which some might really not understand but you know what?? Just flow with the rhythm. Lay back and float just the way you do in the pool, let it move around you, close your eyes and imagine yourself inside the words.

Another way is to puff a bubble, allow it float in the air, look closely and what do you see inside of it, beef up your imagination and write down what you see. I love poetry, it takes me into another world, a less complicated one. One where I am the character, I create my world where I am happy, put together things I love to have, can I call it day dreaming?…Whatever! As long as it makes sense and gets me where I want to be.

I love poetry where I invite people into my world to travel along with me to that destination where we meet together and get along.

Kindly share a short one in the comment box if you wish.

Love you💞💕💝😘

 

 

Echo Me Love

The wooden floor creaked silently, I clicked on the light quickly and saw the shadow which moved briskly along the corridor, varnishing into thin air.

I moved further down the stairs shivering with fear, my toes barely touching the cold wood found it’s way to the landing in the living- room; there I saw it, the eyes red shot, blood dripping from his mouth.

A loud screech echoed from an unknown destination. I opened my eyes where I lay on the hospital bed, with a vague uneasiness, not knowing how I got there.

There I saw him right beside my bedpost smiling sexily, looking erotically intense into my eyes. His unbuttoned shirt hung loose on him, his torso bulging out beneath the plain white tight singlet.

He looked so dangerously handsome with his pink lips pouting out calling for a bountiful kiss. He raised his hands and touched my cold skin. He said to me quietly,’I killed him for you, my love, I would protect you for the rest of my life.’ I closed my eyes in despair for a second, I opened it and he was gone.

Me – You Being Sincere

I love to give all I can, it makes me happy and look younger. I am always sincere to a fault with people, much more to people I care about.

unnamedBut when they trample on my feet, I pick up my bag of sincerity, hang it over my shoulder and bid them goodbye and to some of them, I shove it up there ass.

unnamedAin’t my fault, no way am I going to get myself kicked around because of some low life individual that knows not the definition of love and sincerity. My sincerity used to be to a fault but with age and experience, since I can’t do without it as a person, I got wiser so as to stop getting hurt in the process.

Now my eyes are wide open, my heart tougher, my flair for it stronger, with it comes lots of gifts such as fulfillment, happiness, benefits and favour tagging along after me. I’ve met lots of people with such nature, they aren’t perfect but to an extent you know when yes is yes and no is no.

The secret of success is sincerity- Jean Giraudoux

Underground Romance

I looked straight ahead seeing nothing

Not a care in the world but filled with pain

Deep in thought of what might lie in waiting

Not to be spoken of but reprimanded

The unleashed skeleton in my wardrobe haunting

The underground railway filled with strange faces

Train came and left with everyone

I stood still in distress with tears in my eyes

While I missed my turn

Dark in the night at the same spot

I heard his footsteps that spoke authoritatively

The hair on my neck and arms stood in end

I perceived his cologne which filled the night

Made for him, by him and him alone

Confusion swirled in my head, I shivered

He wrapped me tightly in his arms from behind

Whispered into my ears in a soft compassionate tone

I forgive you

You are my love

The only one I can ever love

Please Come back home