Inspired, Verse Form

She

Photo by 'Dania She. Resplendent. Delicate. Powerful. She. Terrifying in her majesty. She. The clouds, the wind, the earth- they align for her. She dances a still dance before them. She. Those who know, know that she is not unhelped. They see beneath her surface to His all-powerful hands keeping her rooted. She. When she… Continue reading She

Inspired, Verse Form

Perfect

Photo by Afoma Umesi Perfect. That's what they are; in that time, in that moment. Forever. Whatever state they are, in whichever season- winter, summer, spring, autumn, dry, rainy. They change with the seasons, and whatever they become with each season is beautiful and perfect, for that season. Because it is not about them in… Continue reading Perfect

Verse Form

Write

(to the beat of an Aṣíkò) “Write.” Why, because you think it would be about you? “Write.” What do you imagine? That I would express deep words of affection that I’m unable to say to your face? “Write.” Is this what you think? “Write.” What you expect? “Write.” What you want? “Write.” What about, exactly?… Continue reading Write

Daywalker, Mushful, Verse Form

You

I Like: Male Watches. Statement Necklaces. Quirky Jewelry. Romance Writing. RomComs. The Colour Brown. Seeing Arsenal Win. Writing (sometimes). Ellen. Cooking. The Colour Orange. Ice Cream. Quaint Apartments. Interior Design. Faded Ripped Jeans. Slouchy Tees. Scuffed Sneakers. Messy Hair. Afros. Your Hair. Music. Your Taste In Music. Cuddling. Goes Without Saying. Candid Photographs. Big Sunglasses.… Continue reading You

Oneirism, Verse Form

Lights That Guide You Home.

Anger. Hurt. Pain. Those have been the phases since Friday. We will talk about it. I will forgive you. Because the pain of being apart from you is more than I can take. But will I forget that you have not fought for me? Maybe I'm a dreamer who believes in fairytales and watched one… Continue reading Lights That Guide You Home.

Oneirism, Verse Form

Inexplicable

You said I made you smile. That your cheesy smile that made you look nineteen. God, I miss that smile. You said I did inexplicable things to your insides. I.N.E.X.P.L.I.C.A.B.L.E. I remember how I loved the way that sounded at the time. Now I wish you had explained; I should have forced you to explain.… Continue reading Inexplicable