Toxic People with Toxic hands

Hands and clouds

You lost your childhood somewhere at the corner of Cleveland avenue to toxic people with waddling hands. They sunk you deeper into the clouds. You reappeared here. Waiting. Waiting for poetry to be read. Waiting for the trees to bear fruits and the seams of summer to sprout at the stems of a sycamore tree. […]

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One Hell of a Survivor

For the longest time. I was that kid at the back of the class. Forming rhymes, doodling caricatures. Melting away time with the matches of my mind. That kid whose name was a whisper behind a shadow, that existed in a shell. She was everyone’s bestie when exams was around the corner, besides that she […]

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The Cinder Path

There are some who traipse down a cinder path they survived the lightening bolts exploding from the sky They climb the same mountains that caused their stumble they do not yield to unforgiving salty tears they kiss the rose that pricks their lips their love is chronic and in-toxic They are creatures that know not […]

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Antionette Dreams

All my wishes are far from real nothing in my reach, or here to stay I may have been hibernating all my life now awake as the arms of my creator paints my smile A beautiful smile it is and yet no heart reflects Porcelain beauty, Antoinette dreams my soul is enchanted I am a […]

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Nehéz

I heard resilience calling out to me through the shards of a shattered window to my seat of consciousness. It is carried around by the pollens of my un-evolved ideas and by the hoot of a crashing owl in late September, whose eyes illuminating yellow sketches in the thick of the woodland area. Here you […]

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The Ventriloquist

Cecil has been planning her dream wedding since whatever age little girls do. Now the days were leading up to weeks, weeks to months. She had a scanty 3 months left. What everyone wanted to know was what her theme would be, “you gotta have a theme, what’s a wedding without a theme?” they asked […]

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Every form of Love

If love was a palette it would have a secondary hue mixture of red tinted with yellow warm and affectionate like the sun reflecting off the red sea If love was a song It wouldn’t sound like an earworm a mixture of jazzy blues and trap culture like a glitch in time that couldn’t be […]

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Last stop: Hope

Ms dukings hung her head outside the moving van. Eyes darting from scrub to scrub. Hill to hill. As though he would pop up. She didn’t want to miss any moment. The journey from Ibadan to Lagos central was four hours, out of which they had exhausted 2. Detective Kozak had attempted making small talks […]

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Temi’s smile

I Too have something to say

Her middle name could have been hope for she saw beauty in the strangest of phenomenas too. She’d lay side by side to monsters and infect them with her twitchy smile. Her name was Temioluwa and that was her super power Temi,s eyes was like the sun erupting from behind forest grooves on a lusty […]

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Sexual Telepathy

Dear Motown Lover, We’ve been gambling in dangerous territory for a while now. Submitting to the flirtatious hands of seduction as I throw my chin up and toss my shoulders back. Seemingly intoxicated on laudanum and each other’s high coos. My back pressed against the counter top, as you slow grind between my fleshy thighs. […]

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