Lover of God, the pen and nature.
Dearly, I have no new message for you.This week, I hope you found a reason to hope.Time will not permit me, but I dare to remind you that: Life will go on whether you're here or not. Why choose to drift away—when you can live every moment? Please stay with me.I haven't forgotten that you said," We get hit differently, mine is different".True, but haven't we all got a hit? I survived and so can you. I long to see you smile again, and hear you write your tales— In the sand of time. Yours, Me.©oluwa_dunsin
Shadows in the dark
Peace and serenity I enjoyed At my last visit to the seas.The sounds the streams made was melody to the ears.Who will forget the gentle breeze That greets me and caresses my faceAnd how the moon smiles at meWhen it becomes lonely and dark.©oluwa_dunsin
February,2020.Dreams change...He had his life mapped outOn the plain sheet he had picked,Painted with different shades of dreams and colorful aspirations.I want to be a speaker: A human right activist,He told me, at a time.Well, life had another plan for him.A different journey, an unknown path.Now to find himself heading another destination, He always had turn away from.It was hate at first sight, but alas, he is growing to love his new call-what he is doing for what it is.Yes! Life pushed in the wrong direction,but negativity he embraced with positivity.His new words to me,"When life pushes you down a wrong turn,change it into your road map and find your desired destination." MAKE IT YOUR GAME PLAN. Cheekie.
I fell for you,Thinking I'll get a hand to lift me. You watched me fall,Thankfully I didn't hit so hard. You helped me stand, Gracefully my eyes followed.Now I'm clean, butThinking I should fall again.©oluwa_dunsin
A billion times, he has gotten tired the burdens and pains are overwhelming.I learnt a million days, had he prayed out of a miserable life, soaked in tears and fears.A thousand moments, he fought for what he thought was right,Hundreds has he blamed for his wrongdoings, of course there's always someone to blame.Here he is, in his tenth hoping there's a little more time and embracing the truth, he has been the worst he could and for the best there's more to do.Yes! This once, he is getting that right.©oluwa_dunsin
...and then, we may find strength for the things that do matter. EGO
The lone nights;reminds of the terror that could be.The long walk; a prologue into the freedom tale.EGO
By unknown writer
The birds are glad they have the sky,Flowers, a friend they made with the sunButterflies, a company with petals is sweetThe gift of men, you, God's gift to me. Living is loving,The rules sometimes hard to live byThe moon wouldn't stop to give it's lights,As the stars wouldn't remain in hideout forever The gift of men; you, God's gift to meShowing the worth of utmost importance This goes out to you, for the palms have whispered: Trees, don't grow all at once Forests, become thick in bitsThe comfort of both assumes with timeAnd for that period, a gift still you are.
Few times, love has a language thought to be too complex Giving things up feels like it is being understoodLoving becomes one of the easiest things to do The awkward part remains: when it is always for the wrong reason Simplicity defines it's beauty...Giving explains it's nature...Knowledge graces it's art...Ego
Few times, love had a language found to be too complex Giving things up,feels like it is being understood Loving was one of the easiest things to doBut the awkward part was: it was always for the wrong reason Simplicity defines it's beautyGiving explains it's natureKnowledge graces it's art...Ego