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The fluttering wings, of the joy of growing older, spread year to year . At ten, Still of panicking, From enormous unsuccessful, gray and tied time. At twenty, A sudden storm, of happiness stormed, the future -yet felt giddy. The memories of death, and of failures' faith; Landed on the brimstone, Nothing to show the world. The joy of going to war romances the mind, for their inner satisfaction . At fourty, a sudden leap, the panicking, When the world, Expect it from you. For this sudden leap; no one saw nor erase the expulsion. The joy of growing older, dwindles from zenith to sea, gone are the days of dynamo, Though not all day of expectation, made of a stand . Son of the salt Christionodinaka@gmail.com

EPISODE ONE. Chinedu smiled to himself as he watched chika clench and unclench his fists, the way he smoothed him perfectly with his lips,Eveloping both mouth in return of saliva. "You better do well or we won't be lucky next time" Chinedu Lamented . They both knew the plans they're up to, it was poppy cock.Submitting each other on the same bed was totally a taboo. Chika breathes heavily adjusting, rubbing and smooching Chinedu hard like a professional. Unfortunately, they both slept off. Mary--chinedu's sister came in to the house and met the whole house littered with shattered bottles and cigarette. Mary felt optimistic if nothing was wrong as she stepped in to further the journey to her room. Then, the power was restored. The atmosphere got calm, almost as the wind  escalated into broken darkness that made everywhere ooked unseen. The rate of the wind echoed aloud that  got chinedu awake.Immediately, he sense something was wrong while looking a shadow wa...

 Once upon a time, there was a case of a lady who got raped by one of her housemates. She did the needful and took the matter up. In the court, the plaintiff was asked for proof; an evidence to show that she was truly raped and that the defendant was indeed guilty. She could have brought a torn or wrecked pant but she didn't, and unfortunately, the brilliant advocate took that chance and won the case. That was how it all began. I also was once of the opinion that rape should be blamed on the victim. Maybe because of a signpost in my institution that reads "Indecent dressing leads to rape". And to be sincere, I have lived a quarter of my life in Ibadan and hardly would you get a chance to convince me that there is a better place to be tagged a 'sin city' in the south-west region of Nigeria. Come to my street at night and lose your sanity- you'll be alright if you keep some back at home. I believed that only men whose pricks control their minds r...

POETRY INVOICE📝 INSPIRATIONAL QUOTES FOUR Submitted writers: Prince Joe. Ahmed jamiu Udokoghi jones Judiasky Pauldesimple Philip peace YemitteDpoet Aybam Eminence Theymore Adewusi judicious ________________________________________ Quote: All blacks are ashes made from empty bodies. (Prince Joe) _______________ Quote: Fine cloth doth not make the man but rather the giant within. (Jamiu Ahmed) ____________________ Quote: There are two sides of a coin, it has a head but no tail. (moral : listen to the two sides  of the story, then make your conclusion.) (Udokoghi Jones) ___________________ Quote: In life, those with strength don't last, only those with brain do. Ask Goliath his tale. (JUDAISKY) _________________ Quote: One word makes a man, the same word mars a man, that word is BUT. (Pauldesimple) _________________ Quote: "The main source of success is who you are not what you want to be; know yourself to be what you want to be....

THEORY OF BLACK    - For QueenB They said blacks are ashes made from empty bodies, I stood and burnt my tongue into figures of speech, Which divers into metaphor and hyperbole in return, It hurt me like wanting to escalate like a smoke. . I sat beside a river of the gods some years ago, From behind, I heard a noise crawling into me, They said fire burns those who mock them at day, But each ashes are left in emptiness of dawn. . Tell me how to make black in a dark without black? And how to write with  black pen without been black, Those are theory of darkness in shapes of madness, For no one  knows the creator of black of any kind. . A man happily wooed a fair lady in a club at midnight, But later discovered she was dark than darkness, And this was how she ended her life from bleaching, For no one knows why we were made of different. . Tell me how many colours make up  rainbow? But each are seasons of droplets  during rain, Showing d...

WORD How How do I How do I start Start this poem Of scattered words With disjointed lines Forming unryhmed verses How do I start?,how do I start? This word from a craggy mouth, That travel with the western wind, Forming ripples of resonating waves, Piercing  through the  ears of the wall, Like gamma rays,beam at a metal body. This word isn't a word but a wordy word, That form arrows of a sharp razor edges, Shoot from a blunt bow of a hidden hand, Shattering the heart into shards of glasses. This word is a sweet truth but taste like gall, In the mouth of this world of universal deceit, Where sorrow,pains,agony,tear are sold as joy, And joyful joy become an allusion of life lines. This word is a leaf;that bridge life and death, The strand that holds the existence of living, The chrome wheels  that keep life rolling on, Like a concentric circles that goes on and on, This word is a leaf,the leaf we eat to survive. This word is a mixture of purple an...

WITH MY LOVER When our eyes met for the very first time, I knew it was you to clear my pastime. When you stand so close to me; my heart races let me free. together will be in our world, our life so smooth without a knurl. we've had the smiles and certainly frowns, but there isn't a way that I'd let you down. When our eyes, meet together I know I want you, to be my Lover forever. ABOUT THE AUTHOR I'm Daniel Oyeyinka Ajala and my journey on earth began 19years ago when I was sent to the lucky family of mine. Growing up was never boring because I was growing with my mates. Singing and drawing happens to be what I love most, I started writing at the age of 13years. I found my new hobby more interesting and I decided to go deep into writing. I have written series of poems and articles some of which includes; PYRAMID OF CORRUPTION, I'LL NEVER LEAVE, XENOPHOBIA e.t.c