Lost soul trapped in a body
If you're lucky, you get to die when you stop breathing but for some of us, we live a greater part of life dead, trapped in a world of nothing , living for a lost cause. ©fiemotonghastephen
Darkest night are when my demons riseThey hunt after light for my soul the prizeThey lay in dreams, memories and thoughts, They make me scream , break my boundaries with the agony they brought.©fiemotonghastephen
She took a trip down memory lane, it was like walking on the edge of a knife with each memory cutting deep into her soul. ©fiemotonghastephen
She tried loving an island, so she built a bridge.But she never crossed his mind©fiemotonghastephen
The perks of being me
Bloodshot eyes, you stare at me but you don't see me.You mould me into the image you want me to be.Maximize my flaw, minimize my potentialsYou don't understand me so you place me in a box.You treat me like a punchline of a cruel jokeJudgemental eyes, Accusing fingers that's all you give. But you don't know the life i live.©fiemotonghastephen
I'm still searching for the zeal to write a letter telling you how i feel, but this letter is meant to feed the fire in my heart.©fiemotonghastephen
Crystalize drop of emotions water the thrist in my heart when i scribbleyour name on the doors of my heart.When the rainstorm under my pillows gets heavier and emptiness that dwells within grows widerWhen my eyes can't carry the tears no more and hurt keeps me from sleeping.I'd put up a smile to cover it all.©fiemotonghastephen
Who am i? I look at my reflectionI don't see myself anymoreI see a caricature created by the societyA fake portrait painted by the opinions of others.©fiemotonghastephen
मेरा मन अथक आकाश से भटकता है, खोए हुए विचारों और खालीपन के माध्यम से एकांत प्रकाश है जो मुझे आत्म-विनाश के माध्यम से मार्गदर्शन करता है मैं अपने दिल में शून्य को शांत करने के लिए अपनी भावनाओं को कलमबद्ध करता हूं लेकिन टीका स्याही की प्रत्येक बूंद के साथ बड़ा हो जाता है। जब आप इसे पढ़ते हैं तो मुझे आशा है कि आपको याद होगा जब मेरी चुप्पी ने एक हजार शब्द कहे थे, जब मेरी मुस्कान ने मेरे सारे दर्द को ढक दिया था©fiemotonghastephen
When you think of me, cry.Cry tears like I did when I thought of you.When you need me, ache.Ache like I did when I needed you.And when you realisewhat you've lost, listen.Listen to the silenceLike I did When you left me.©she_trouble_maker
I had you when I didn't need you andneeded you when I couldn't have youanymore.
They have given me a house.
In it, I will go and practice being myself
Out of it, I will wear a mask on my mouth
So when I talk I could sound like them.
mornings, I wake up to ‘seredou,’ ‘tubara?'
‘how far’, 'good morning' all echoing through the lungs of my mother
To be Nigerian is to shift from tribal tongue to national tongue.
Never away from the marks on my face
Reminds me quickly of where I'm from
To smile confidently with gap in my front teeth
From Down Yenagoa shacks to Abuja's golden streets
My’ Etibo’ to my denim jacket
From roadside ‘suya’ to Pizzeria's pizza
Izon beli to proper english
To identify with history or location
What I am is the fiss(fish) in my mouth,
The language I speak.
Not the box you think I live in©pereh_ X Isaac Miebi Mendez
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Sometimes she felt her heart sink Words to say but no way to express herself A voice stronger than inkBut still her thoughts were BlankSometimes she felt her mind wanderWith meaningful and meaningless words Even with her mind wandering, she felt they were beyond herLonely, desperate, everything was Blank Days and weeks passed, nothing changed What she wish she could write She was derangedThis was it, the world fell and her heart stopped, suddenly Blank ©rachelc