Pulchritude

Holding back can cause a strike back Deeply placed can’t be like deeply cut Hovering spleen can never feel like a good one Inconsistency gives birth to uncertainty This in actual fact can ruin a great life. Actuality works with a supposed reality Flowers blossoms where the ground is wet or watered. Mountains, as high as it is can place a man on the peak, It can also slip you to the bottom depending on how un-strong your guard is Life offers different choice just like prints It comes in different shades and design Living right or wrong is a matter of choice because Neither is easy accessed though one is easier than the other Cravings leads you and I into every decisions we make Be mindful of what you crave for in times of desperation.

Tell her she's pretty, hold her hand, kiss her when she's angry, play with her hair, let her fall asleep in your arms, kiss her in the rain, tell her you love her, but wait....here's the catch....you actually have to mean it!.              There's always a little truth behind every "just kidding". A little knowledge behind every "I don't know" A little emotion behind every "I don't care" And a little pain behind every "it's okay, I never get jealous when I see my ex with someone else, because my parents always taught me to give my used toys to the less fortunate., A person who truly loves you will never let you go, no matter how hard the situation is.   I just want a honest relationship. No lies, no mind games, no cheating. “Trust me; I'd walk through the rain at 3 am to see you. The only thing stopping me is my parents,” In the end we only regret chances we didn’t take; the...

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LOVE Love they say is sweet, Sometimes, it can be bitter if the feeling is not the same. I loved him when I saw him Though I doubted my ability to love again,  I gave it a shot and it paid off But guess what happened…..  It didn’t last. When I think about it, it hurts and hurt deep; I feel it’s a privilege to share/ be a part of another person’s life, It may not be true but when you look back, you tend to ask “What was I doing”? Never regret the expression of your feelings to others Either they appreciate it or not, It tells that you’re a wonderful being for having the special ability to love, And love will definitely come again, so don’t stop loving.

Reason There’s a reason to life…, A reason to live and love, A reason you’re delayed from getting to work on time, A reason your food got burnt on the cooker, A reason you lost that huge amount of money, materials and information, A reason you’re still in that job though it’s not what you really want A reason you’ve not told your loved ones what you wished they knew about you, There’s a reason for allowing people take advantage of you or not, There’s a reason for having such attitude about you, There’s a reason for trusting or not trusting others, There’s a reason for living the way you do, There’s a reason for being where you are, There’s a reason for doing what you’re doing now Many do not want to be trained. They do not want to go through hardship, denials, hostilities and servitude, Yet they want to get to the top. You go through all the experiences in life to be equipped for the future, You can’t afford to...

………………exhaling from deep within……….. I wonder why rumbles stumble on our ways when we least expect, It comes like an embarrassing growling of the stomach It drowns us so deep that we tend to train our breaths to sustain and see us through suffocation. Hatred looms in the dark and light, They bring you love like they’ve never done yet, they detest you like an enemy, Why are we sometimes so ironical in attitude? Why do we hate, yet be friendly? Why don’t we just act out the way we really feel? Why is life so full of pretense? These leaves me to wonder and ponder on the words in the Holy book that says ‘the heart of man is desperately wicked, who can know it’? How I wish every creature were like dove; White as snow and blameless, It rents my heart to think about the deceitful nature of man Can we quite understand him? Please, tell me how if you do……….

Raymond was just one of those who seem to be too religious for my liking, we barely talk or greet except for the usual ‘hello’ as neighbours. He stood by my side when I wasn’t conscious enough to acknowledge my surrounding.  Gradually, I became conscious of my environment but noticed he was always saying things I wasn’t ready to listen to. One day, I asked him where I was, and why he was sitting by my bedside. He took his time to explain how he heard a loud sound from my flat (which was gotten for me by one of my ally who later dumped me because he couldn’t stand the rate at which I was messing up my life with drugs) as he was on his way out on that day; he intended to ask if things were alright when he saw me lying unconsciously on the floor. The rest of the story was known to me. I appreciated his kindness but I needed to take a sip of my usual which he vehemently refuse to help me get. At that moment a doctor came in to check on me, Raymond answered for me like he was ...