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Posted: January 18, 2018 by FALADE in creative writting, Poems

The little girl walked through the crowded street
Swam against the unprecedented
like a fish against the current
She felt a stab for weakness
finding a way to get back home Trapped,
In her chaotic oblivion.

She raised all hope as she recalls her silent life
The world is nothing but a lying mirror
But thats not her knowledge and so she smiled
A trickle of whispers grew around her
Gasps and giggles followed her steps.

They glared and stared at her sheer audacity
For her dress,the colour of innocence
Now stained with red
The world was disgusted with a single colour
A Colour of shreds.

The colour of blood which defined life
Was the colour of courage and sacrifice
Now it marks nothing but shame
A struggle that’s ought to be within
Out of understanding.

Now she crossed the threshold of womanhood
An endless abyss of responsibilities,
Where all questions fills the tube
The little girl was no more
Because her innocence was murdered by misogyny.



Posted: July 29, 2016 by FALADE in Poems

i miss the love you gave,

the cares you lavished,

your passionate touch

your hairy chest and biceps

your voice so calm.

it was over with my words,

all your words are mere talk,

all your letters are mere notes

as thoughts becomes noise.

drenched in tears,

the reality of lost comes in

and happiness a disjoint

all hope seems lost,

our future, a preview of uncertainty.

a heart that loves is hurt

tossing all trust in the trash

a betrayal of love

a betrayal of life

a simple goodbye.

i understand (the concluding part)

Posted: January 6, 2015 by FALADE in Poems

From the outer room,
Walking like an angels name
I smiled still on bed.
Got an appointment;
My friends baby shower,
I sigh; I understand.

Up again,
I junction my steps at my door
Hoping to have a haven.
Again, my cat welcomes me.
I hugged my pillow,
The cold air melts my warm body
I slept; I understand.

She Got home drunk,
Hangover till morning,
This is the beginning of my nightmare
She is my nightmare dressed in daydream.
Opening it up, I pleaded to be lost,
Sent my nightmare away,
With tears and phlegm
Her plead like when diana’s heart got broken
I said it’s over; you understand.

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