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Once again my choices betray me, as another bites the dust. Drip drop, raindrops fall from my eyes,and 'fore you know it, it's a little salty puddle. In past times like this,I could literally cry me a

Her eyes; with beauty such as that of when clouds make love to rainbows When she speaks or with her cleft lip, she draws me in to the well of emotional frivolities She stood, still as the soda's topmost

Your body ignores words But your mind is hurt Your face is not scarred But there is a mark on your heart They build self doubt And furnish your insecurity Now your depression sets in Like a rioting fraternity.

It's seemingly beautiful When they say "follow your heart", But pain lays For the actuality do hurt. For in the million pieces Of my shattered heart, Wherein lies love In this heart torn apart.

Feels like i ran through a meadow of flowers And swam the deepest Sea, Touched the stars From the top of the oldest tree, For Those are the dreams her eyes sell When she looked at me Now i look at her

Though you broke my heart And my poisoned my soul Intoxicated my mind And shattered my hope I still hold on Not letting go Rather be hurt by the known Than by the unknown

She always fakes a smile though i could tell her eyes lied, She helped mold others Whilst she was breaking inside It was never easy For her soul's piece was broken But the doors to this secret She never

She is made of magic That only i can see, Fire and ice; her soul holds That hurts all but me. Her beauty is like poetry Yet she is a wandering soul The key piece to my heart Without which i was never whole

Hello steemians, I'm Josephine Andy but friends call me Phyna. Indigene of Akwa-ibom state, though i live in Lagos all in Nigeria.. A Poet, songwriter, singer, lyricist, Nigerian. Recently I started doing

I and most of my friends really love the Horror genre. So we've decided to put up this contest to keep Steemit interesting and grow our community as well. In this contest all you need to do is to write

Hello steemians, my name is Jonathan Nse-obong Ndah, Naythan Blaq is my stage name. Indigene of Akwa-ibom state, Nigeria.. A Poet, writer, rapper, lyricist, Nigerian. Recently I started doing steemit to

I'll start by saying this. I was never planning on telling anyone this, but I feel like I might lose my shit if I don't share this. I've managed to keep it a secret for a long time, kept it buried deep

It was around 8:30pm on a Friday night, he was walking down a four wheel drive track when he hear a very light scream in the distance. He assumed it was just some kids playing so he kept walking, until

We used to live in a small two bedroom apartment and my four year old son would sometimes get scared and sleep in my room. One morning I was waking up but still in bed and groggy. I saw a man from the

I want to share a food from Nigeria. It is one dish that most people love to eat as breakfast. I bring to you ofada rice served with assorted meat sauce, diced fried plantain, moimoi and served in a tradition

imagesource JOHN 4:7-14 There cometh a woman of Samaria to draw water: Jesus saith unto her, Give me to drink. 8 (For his disciples were gone away unto the city to buy meat.) 9 Then saith the woman of

Hello Friends! This is actually a continuation of the story i started earlier (in my previous post). I hope you read through and Like it. Looking forward to your thoughts on this piece. photocredit:

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