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Like love that come as still as night,
And strikes the heart full and bright,
Take my hand and hold it.
Hold it like you hold your life.
For when war comes and you be lone ...
You remember...
View this entryYou were wearing you're grey wolf shirt with your black leggings.
You were mad at me because I wasn't treating you right.
Before you could finish your sentence, I kissed you.
It was a kiss that shared...
View this entryEverytime I go through something bad,
I always end up on a train.
The sound of the tracks soothes me,
it's almost as if its home.
I look outside the window,
and I see the sunset early in the...
View this entryLOVERS ENDING FRIENDS
The love we had and shared,
cannot be ignored,erased nor deleted.
you were everything,everyman would want to have from his women,
I continue to think back,going to the deep memories of the past you and I had,
presently...
View this entryThese is a true expression of experience. Ladies are so ruthless sometimes, they never care of their lovers state, rather they prefer their lover wealth than him. And this makes love lost in quiet...
LIKE A SHADOW
Austin G. Ogbenigho Odiri
Like a shadow to no wife
Fret comes giving sleep restlessness
Accompany by loneliness rife
I had drunk tonight love coldness
Tonight am robbed of a whole
So she is gone my heart...
View this entryMy Scars Revealed
The razor blade bites deep
spelling out my anguish
life affirming blood bleeds
These words etched upon my skin
DEAD, HATE, BLAME, PAIN, LOST
Hatred all consuming
Pain is the air I breathe
Blame fills my heart
Death reaches for...
View this entryDo you know
where you go
when you sleep
with those hollow eyes
that deny the rights
of the thoughts
that had a dream
View this entryWhen I hate, my enemies
seem happier than I’ve ever been.
They breathe my air, take my toys,
last night they even broke into my dream
When I hate, the sun is pale,
hurting them – that’s my secret...
View this entryDroplets on Raw Canvas describes the thought process and physical process of writing and creating art. It nicely resembles the various thoughts an artist works through to create their work of art.
The bottomless pit of the freak
Like the clouds above
Obnoxious and misunderstood
A generous cover on the strenuous stream
Cooling the heat of tension.
The army marches across the sky
Unique in shapes, variable and defiant
Each appreciative of the...
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