Soled Out

Soled out.
Out of my soul.
Vile, dark, numb.
pumping out of the thoughts.
Still dark.
a place only I go.

HE also sees, HE knows, HE goes.
To my soul.
Veil dropped, i see, Sole.

Can you feel my heart beat?
can you hear it wrong?
Can the write be wrong?
or can I wrong the write,
without a tear out?

Clearly, veil dropped.
Wretch, oozing out, I see.
Oh wretched man that I am.
How can I explain in Simpler terms?

'Souled Out' I always screamed
But, the veil is off, I see.
soled out - to self - more like.
Save me?

Save me from the wrong I made write.
Save me from the sole I made soul.
Heal me from the hurt of a sole and make it whole.

Sole; glory in me, glory in us, glory in we.
Sole; gradual internal decay.
Sole, Shiny Exterior.
Sole; Me
Sole; Done.
I pray

Veil dropped.
Sole to soul, I seek.
Soul; not me.
Soul; You. Soul; Them.
Soul; Shiny Interior, Invisible.
Soul; Exterior? Who cares?
Make me Souled out for you!

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Sigh of a Prisoner

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Searching through, digging through.
Looking out. Looking in.
Still nothing, no one.
Something tugs from within
"I need" it says

I dont hear this often, today, i feel.
Feel the voice as it screams, louder.
Louder at the walls of my once bad ass heart.

Now, it hides behind the voice
Louder than the silent killer.
Can you see them all around.
Giggling, Exchanging pleasantries.
My heart in the midst of it all, hiding.

Loneliness, the engulfing void.
 The silent alley, the deep abyss.
Dark darkness. Deep depth.
Swallows you, half in - half next.
Whole!

Can i see? Can i feel? Can i hear?
I cant. Except for the faint sounds sipping through the bars
In the prison of the silence that holds my heart captive
it shows, it tells.
BUT, i hear a light....


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Burning Quench

She deeps her feather in the ink of her own tears
Dark, colourless ink, she scribbles.
Screams in the tears, pain in the heart – for every drop,
She writes, for her quench
The burning quench.

With every stroke of the feather – quench
Deep, engulfing quench.
Quench of the thirst.
Quench of the burning.
Burning desire to purpose.
The burning quench – eating up.

She is her and I am she
Screams in each tear, pain with every letter
Letter of the scribble on white.
Dark, colourless ink.
Every letter swallowed, every word gone
With the engulfing flame of the quench.

Silent wind blows, leaving the burning quench fizzle out
I see the smoke, smoke of the tears go up.
It makes a pool in his palms.
She deeps her ink again, scribbling
She is me and I am her.
Red – this time – I scribble.

Red, blood, sweat, tears, more tears.
Tears for the burning quench
Quench, alive – eating everything up on the inside.
Quench, alive.
Quench burning.
Burning quench.

*thump thump* The red beats
Rhythmically , against the white paper
She scribbles, I scribble
About the burning quench, this time.
With the rekindled beat in mind.

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Tears

Hello Everyone,

I am supposed to be away but seemed like everyone did not get what i meant in my last post and people asking me why i've not posted on my blog in a while think i'm just being lazy *side eye Dolapo*

Anyway, I am here now - trying something new - As I will NOT consider myself a poet, I wrote something along those lines and in the next postssss is what you will be seeing so bear with me and my half-baked poetry and while you are bearing, enjoy 

:)

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Drip. Drip. They drop.
Little droplets, not mere drops.
Laced with emotions.
Tears

Expressing the heart. Tears
With every tear. Tears
 Such burdens to bare. Tears
Not even for the care.
Please, stay clear - of me!

In, out, I breathe. Fresh air
The calm, I find.
In every psalm read
My palm to wipe the tear, the tears.

I really didn't need to hear it again
The flood came - at me - again
Emotions.
Burdens.
Cares.
Drip. Drip - again - the tears

The teardrops that teardown
Now, I can't afford a cheer.
This is my burden, I will bare.
Nothing but these tears.

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What do you think? Honest answers please. Thanks!

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I am TRUTH

Chime

Pure, uninterrupted.

abrupt, soothing

Rhythmically beautiful to some,

disturbing and unacceptable by others.

Just like you sound,

I am TRUTH.

Cotton white

Naturally unblemished,

soft on the eyes, fluffy on the skin.

the white of purity.

the divergence of brightness.

Just like you look,

I am TRUTH.

Flowing River

clear, void of stench,

endless stream of cleanliness ,

like the rush of wind, i watch you directed,

glassy, refreshing, bringing life to those you come in contact with

Just like you flow,

I am TRUTH.

Earth

Brown Heritage,

dirty yet full of riches,

establishment resides in you, 

dominion lays its foundation on you,

pregnant with purpose to be birthed.

Just like the power possessed,

I am TRUTH.

Rock

Rock solid, solid rock, 

out comes the waterfall, full of surprises,

endless potential you possess.

Firm, you hold all that's found in your care,

Fall, that's not found in you.

Just like you feel,

I am TRUTH.

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This is an introductory post to the #SeriesofTruths, i want to share here some truths about me and some decisions i made in the past year, with the believe that someone out there will draw encouragement from it.  This is also going to be open to whoever wants to participate just like "Series of Scars" (Btw, Thanks to all that sent in their stories then) Lets do it again shall we?

How do i want this to work?

• Send in a story either telling us a truth about you or the truth about a difficult decision you've had to make or a difficult situation you found yourself that can encourage someone out there. 
• Share this post to give more people the opportunity to tell their stories (We are all here to learn right? I know i want to)
• Share and Share again ;)
• Send to tomi.akibo@gmail.com and if you feel the truth is delicate and confidential, let me know so i would post anonymously. 
• Let encourage one another, one thing i've learnt is that whatever we go through we are not alone. Lets prove it. your story is what one person might need to hear.

Thanks in Advance.

God bless you.

Girl at the foot of the hill. 

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The Process

Lost in the worlds



Worlds of indecision and inefficiency


The vortex is pulling me in


Sucking me in


But then its all the same process


Finding or be found


Lose it all or gain some


The same process


Either way


Living an excuse of a life


You find a way to fight


The suction effect


And at that moment you have won


The battle since you've been born


That moment it's worth the victory


Then you start again


Living that excuse of a life - @edgy_girl

So what do you think? Drop your comments. Thanks

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