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  • uchay_egwuatu 8w

    I am a thief
    A stealer of souls

    I am one who walks the night
    With an army of ghouls
    Feeding of the evil
    That is the heart of men

    I am a brigand
    A collector of wraiths

    I am one whose voice you hear
    At the edge of the cliff
    Before you surrender
    To the darkness within

    I am a bandit
    A marauder of minds

    I am one who sails on the sea of life
    Pillaging and Plundering
    Killing all that is good in you
    Till your heart is as dark as mine

    I am a priest
    A minister of the dusk

    I am one who hunts for disciples
    Converts, who like me
    Will be stuck in endless novena
    To the gloomy gods of the night

    Egwuatu.

  • uchay_egwuatu 11w

    I already knew I was weightless, like a speck of dust on the back of the wind. It was no wonder then, t h a t I was invisible too.
    How else would you explain seeing through me? That's not a bad thing either. It's like the sun shining through
    glass.
    You see, etched on the cobblestones of my heart w e r e the markings of a love tested by time but like all things touched by the moist hands of the clock it broke a n d decayed.
    You will too.
    Maybe then we can travel the world like we wanted. On the wings of the wind, unhindered by weight
    nor form, till we enter the void and become what we've always been. Nothing.

    Egwuatu.

  • uchay_egwuatu 36w

    And in the silence of my despair, I heard the resilient voice of my beating heart.

    We move,

    We move,

    We move.

    E.

    (Adapted from Sylvia Plathe's I am)

  • uchay_egwuatu 36w

    Show me the have-nots, the ones who have tried, the ones who breathed fire and now breath ice. The ones who go all in or go home. Point me to those who bleed love and kindness. I want the misfits, the awkward ones whose souls are tinged with madness. Show me the loners with their world weary eyes that tell stories of wasted efforts. I mean the dreamers whose heads are constantly in the clouds. Show me the ones who bathe in the colorful stream of passion, dripping creativity wherever they go. Show me the vulnerable ones, the messy ones who leave pieces of humanity on every available surface. Point me to the broken so I can shine a light on the beautiful masterpiece, that is the mosaic of their broken hearts. Show me those who self sabotage because they believe themselves undeserving.

    They are the ones, who are even more deserving of love.

    -Egwuatu.

  • uchay_egwuatu 45w

    I wear my heart on my sleeves
    Giving a piece of it to every human I touch

    They carry a piece of my heart
    Wherever they may go

    They say home is where the heart is

    Well, my home is in every part of the earth
    With every single person I have ever met.




    E.

  • uchay_egwuatu 47w

    I need a hug

    I do not want one of those cute hugs that are more for spectators than for me
    I do not want those hugs with sexual undertones, where you push your mounds up to my chest or grind your crotch on my body

    No, i do not want those

    I want those hugs that remind me I am not alone and assures me it will get better
    I want you to hug me with arms wide open, open enough to receive me and my insecurities, doubts and worries
    I want an embrace so warm it melts away the ice that freezes my heart and makes me feel safe

    I want a hug that feels like home

    Can you hug me?
    E.

  • uchay_egwuatu 50w

    If I were to love you, dear one
    It wouldn't be with the rushed affections of one running out of time
    It would be with the gentle, sweet fondness of one who has eternity
    I would with every beat of my thumping heart, drum into the ears of all around reasons to envy us

    If I were to love you, my precious
    It would not be like the unsure fall of rain on a December noon
    It would be with the unwavering consistency of the rains in June, sure and certain that it is my time
    I would make sure to wet the garden of your heart with showers of my unrelenting passion

    If I were to love you, princess
    It would not be with the complacency of one who has gotten his way
    It would be intentional and with the deliberateness of one with an unending purpose.
    I would give life to the words, always and forever

    All because I love you,
    But I don't, at least not yet.

    ©E.

  • uchay_egwuatu 50w

    How do you say it without looking weird?

    How do I tell you of this side of me?

    How do I tell you of the many times I have shot myself in the foot?

    How do I explain that at every point when I am about to get that thing I so desperately desire, I convince my self that I don't deserve it?

    How do I explain the urge to implode and self sabotage?

    How do I tell you that I feel so unworthy?

    Believe me, I want it all to stop, but how do I save my house from burning when my hands are made of wood?

    ©A widow's grandson.

  • uchay_egwuatu 50w

    On your darkest days
    When the gloom threatens to eat you whole
    May your face be illuminated
    With the radiance of true joy
    And may your smile be as beautiful
    As the sky seen from my window.

    Egwuatu.

  • uchay_egwuatu 50w

    Seek what sets your soul on fire, they say

    Even when it burns you to crisps?
    When like the moth and the flame
    It will be your greatest undoing
    When like fire and ice
    It must end in tragedy
    Do you pursue that flame
    Even when you know that fire will kill you?

    E.