By: Okoli Stephanie Orjiugo (O.S.O)
Level: 1
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Blank…that’s all I see
I’m staring but my sight has been zipped into a space only consciousness knows
My stare is as straight as the ruler that measures the shape of my worries bouncing off the geometric walls of thoughts
I become one with my thoughts, a prism, gliding through the planes of life trying to find a balance Continue reading
By: Okoli Stephanie Orjiugo (O.S.O)
Level: 1
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I paint the canvas red
Color so bright and daring to blind your imagination
Crimson, deep and rich in liquid agony
By: Okoli Stephanie Orjiugo (O.S.O)
Level:1
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I lie in my bed and it feels as if I have been strapped by the handcuff of fear
I try to move but fear’s strong grip holds me down and lashes me face with slaps of sad realities
By: Okoli Stephanie Orjiugo (O.S.O)
Level:1
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The well is dry, the water bucket returns….empty
Perhaps the water level is far too deep that the rope dragging this explorative bucket is too short
Ok, another knot is added to this rope, it may make a difference
Still, nothing. Emptiness.
By: Okoli Stephanie Orjiugo (O.S.O)
Level:1
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I’m sorry but I feel so unworthy right now
Why do you want me back?
My mind is a tangled web of imperfection
Why comb my thoughts?
Detangling those perfectly curled knots stubbornness
By: Okoli Stephanie Orjiugo (O.S.O)
Level:1
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Sometimes she feels like a bridge spread across a hollow emptiness
A gateway that has been uniquely constructed to be travelled upon
Countless tires and footprints trails her sturdy road
Yet she fails to be eroded by emerging potholes
For her foundation was reinforced with the steel of love.
By: Okoli Stephanie Orjiugo (O.S.O)
Level:1
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Do not toss me far too deep lest I will drown
I can only bear so much even if I appear to be a clown
You see me wear a smile but a thousand layers below there is an indolent frown
I put up a show for you and perhaps for myself; a fleeting way to forget today’s down
Look into my eyes, do not be deceived by their sparkles, they could hold secrets of a town
Yet they are pinholes that bring to light the wretched pain my heart bears with every pound
By: Okoli Stephanie Orjiugo (O.S.O)
Level: 1
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Frailty and fragility are knitted into her being
Seated on a cane chair beneath an Udara tree
The wind blows a trumpet of victory
As nnunu perched high above tunes a melodious soliloquy
By: Okoli Stephanie Orjiugo (O.S.O)
Level:1
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The heartbeats: lub-dub
A sound that testifies to the presence of a soul still in a body
A sound that remains oblivious to the ears; unaware of its steady pounding
Lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub
Suddenly the intensity of this heartbeat is heard by your own very ears
Pulses increase, hands become sweaty, and butterflies find a lily garden in your tummy
You have been diagnosed with the symptoms of love.