I don’t have to say your name
or hide beneath hyperbole and metaphor
or change the details to protect our guilt
neither one of us are innocent
we both created a storm
that left behind enough pain to last lifetimes
I dare not pretend this is in honor of
the beauty we were in the beginning
no
this is an ode to a tragedy that will always be
the you and me that we became
Run away with me,
To a place where the things we worry about don’t matter,
Where the sun melts into the sky,
And the birds sing so beautifully we forget the sun never sets.
Stay here with me in the paradise of our own making,
Dancing and play in the sunflower field,
And we can laugh without worrying about the wrinkles around our eyes,
Blinded by the magnificent blooms.
The sun never sets,
So we never have to worry about the night and her stars,
Or wonder if the moon misses the sky,
Wonder is the stars truly do light up the sky,
Where are you stars…
Did the moon take you…?
She can’t. The sun never sets,
Eclipses anything, everything else,
Here we are, trapped in the paradises of a never-ending sun,
Dancing and spinning and laughing until we cry,
Never noticing the stars were hidden behind our eyes this whole time.
Genre: Dark
her own secret haven
a black hole of tall spurs and a placid lake
a trail there she only knew
her own mad-house
she came to cry at
muffled and stifled
her silent streams of tears
trickled night after night
the lake owed itself to her eyes
what pain filled her
and what loss marred her
they all wondered
the tall spurs and the placid lake
a night to celebrate at the black hole
the desolate queen has appeared hooded in white
the full moon shines to show her
a trail she only knew so well
they all watch enraptured
tall spurs and the placid lake
she has come to end her sorrows
and to bury the black hole
once and for all
the lake that owes itself to her
braces to welcome her
inch by every inch of her white shroud
as she wades into her own tears
what shall remain is her puffed up hood
a bloated reflection of the full moon
the black hole slowly closed on itself
as their lady whispered her untold secrets to them
the tall spurs and the placid lake
Poetry Reading: SURREAL, by Megha Sood
Performed by Carina Cojeen
Poetry Reading: THE TALE OF MARK, by Jacqueline Mead
Performed by Carina Cojeen
Performed by Carina Cojeen
Performed by Carina Cojeen
tomorrow is another day.
your bird flew away,
let it be.
there’s no hunter who
never missed;
and no farmer who never lost.
it is the way of the world.
the redness in your eyes,
is enough to roast yams.
and it came from the furnace
of your burning soul.
let it fly.
i’ve seen radiators overheat.
your red eyes is a red alert.
pressure mounts on your soul;
and an engine is about to crack.
let it fly.
Chidi Nwosu
Inspirational,Motivational
Yes I’m angry but do you even care
Time and time the pain I didnt want to bare
All I was searching was a smile
But instead I found this list that lasted a mile
Name after name instance after instance
I know why you started to provide that distance
Fuck me right or that’s how it seemed
Not even on my worst day could this be something I dreamed
Guessing this is what I deserved right
Dealing with this nonsense our future not looking so bright
Gathering space in the internal realm of my mind
Being nonchalant to the disrespect completely blind
Tried giving my all but then again how could I
Staring into your hard blank wishing this debate would just go by
Wanna know a kicker to all of this
There was one waiting on the downfall ready to supply bliss
Different day new song a whole new beat
The new, ready to go to battle never accepting defeat
Sadly i wasn’t looking recruit another
My savior was your love but you didn’t care to cover
Call it bullshit but you still must admit that truth
Guarantee they promise to keep the issues under our roof
Too many times I heard those stinging NOs
Meanwhile it was an cop out so you could be on the go
Well baby here’s your walking papers you are FREE
With all the emotions and logics I tried sift through I apologize for not being the wife you felt I needed to be
In a safe place,
Where I want to be
Living my happy days
Surrounded by family;
A multitude of hands,
Oh the daily
Hours until the end
Passes and tomorrow early,
When it begins again.
She only needs a Man.
Is she a woman enough
Grown up;will never turn,
When I need her nigh to love
Unto my crying soul?
Children, in that too
Them counted oh a whole
Lot of us, even you.
In a safe place
Accepted;undenied
Her love’s struck pulse solace,
Me ‘gainst the storm and tide,
When it begins again.
I only need a woman,
A lovely careful mother
Behind created plans.
I’ll follow it as a father
Tolerating, getting older.
dear south wind
one day we will linger under the sun
my aching heart,
let us one day make music
curing all the inner cancers
melting this pain like a candle in a fireplace
like the south wind, blow me to the north
make me fly with no wings
make me fiddle the wind’s strings
twiddle, twiddle, fiddle
dear south wind
let us make music under the moon
where crickets dance at our presence
like Gaelynn and Alan fiddling in this moment of bliss
let us face the truth of our past, dear heart
spreading our souls like blankets to keep warm
on this tiny desk where minds are drunk on love wine
my aching heart
let this wind bear us up on lofty heights
and on it, we will forever fiddle tunes
we will forever twiddle off this fume
nothing will come between us
when this wind carries us away
to the future I yearn for…
(c) Edwina ‘NEO’ Aleme
GENRE: Hope, Love, Fear, Relationship, Heartbreak
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