May this be the last time you deal with someone who isn't sure about you.

You're better than that.

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My mind and my body are slowly growing apart.
Physically I’m in my apartment alone writing this,
But mentally I’m stuck in a never ending loop of thoughts that is constantly reminding me of the many things I should have done or said.

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Pieces starting to fall into place,
I no longer worry about saving face
I thought i had escaped loneliness back then,
But now i realized that it was nowhere near the end.

A blank canvas enters the scene,
A slate furthermore wiped clean.
I cannot say i’m moving forward with no trepidation,
But i’m positive that i no longer hold any reservations.

Cheers to life 🥂

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You think there's tomorrow,
Because you lived today?
What if you're just reliving today,
Every 12 midnight,
You think there's tomorrow...

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I am a poet,
or I like to call myself one.
My heartaches and heartbreaks give life to empty pages;
I rarely write from glorious days.
I’m inspired by the world, by people around me
but mostly by my pain.
I consider myself an introvert
for you will rarely hear me speak,
but on the other hand, I have much to say
just not with my lips
but with a pen.
Maybe it's because I stutter and
I hide behind ink and paper
ready to write my feelings away.

I am the poetry that I write.

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I am liberated and focused today
on what it means to govern myself.
I am not watching the news
or wearing my short.
I will not question Nigeria
Or ask where it was last night.

I went to bed with a cold feet
With no cuddling after.

Today, God I want nothing
not even the love I have been praying for.

On the bus, I won’t offer
anyone my seat.
No one ever moves for me
Some days, not even the wind.

Today, I will be like the flag
that never waves.
At my job, I will be Straight
and I will act like it.

They will call me other names
And this time I won’t answer.
I will sit at my desk with my legs open and my mind crossed.

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The Devil is a woman

She gets you hooked from the start
She takes you by your eyes
Then she holds you by your heart
She gets what she wants
Just by pulling on your strings
Playing the devil song
She turns you into a fool
When she calls stupidity sweet

Beware of the devil in a dress
For her beauty is a curse
Her words are deceitful
And her love is a cruel mistress

And she drops you eventually
After she squeezes you dry
When you cry her a river
And run out of tears to cry

She rules by manipulation
I traded my soul once
For a drop of warm milk from her orbs
Until I drank from Jesus

Glory to the fountain of living waters

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To be honest, my goal is really just to have a positive impact on everyone I meet, whether it is a smile, a laugh, or a changed heart.

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Born to strife, strife to live.
Existing for seemingly no reason,
I've been swimming in circles
in this pool for far too long.
I notice these marks on my back from the demons I had fought
and I see those words of slander
imprinted all over on my wall.
There are too many arrows
flooding the sky
and I'm only one man
yet they expect me to rise
in the worst of circumstances.
I couldn't have ever imagined
how hard it has become to breathe.
My hands tremble,
my chest struggles
to keep this war tucked inside.
I can't meet all these expectations,
I should've stayed asleep this morning.

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It was one of those hot summer nights,
those nights where you can feel the heat in every cell of your body, every bone dripping.

I closed my eyes and opened a door somewhere,
and a rhythmic familiar bird cried
(in tones of unspeakable disgust)

The darkest fervor
will mangle the world
in it's mouth.

STRIX
Bryte_Wrytes

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