While we were sited with most guys with their beardless strange-looking faces, he walked in with all psychiatric poise, a lecturer with a difference, with his grey coat suit, and broad tie. His classes

The cone-like droplet hit the ground. Another impatient one followed suit. Gradually they became a group borne of the same womb. They rushed down incessantly as they slipped down the now slippery cheeks.

I feel hurt for the fact that I hurt you. I'm sorry, cos I truly wish I could find another way to tell you that I hurt too.

He thought the skills of football Will drop like rainfall By having Ronaldo on his wall But this game is not for dull dolls Brought up in shopping malls Or those overfed in dinning halls.

Goodnight to the sons who never believed in the comeback of the sun. May their distorted thoughts woven in fabric of negativity and pessimism rest in pieces in Lowlands of forgotten darkness.

And I'm grievous About how egregious and fictitious The victorious and wondrous live About how audacious the mischievous and obnoxious have become About how tedious it is to be devious Even when the end

I'm curious about how serious the unserious are seriously unserious about their dreams And they are even Oblivious About how anxious The world is waiting on the manifestation of that dream

She took a white paint And painted herself till she became faint a perfect image of illusion meeting with the reality of uncommon sense. #Vbedewrites...

She is the definition of what cannot be defined what seems never to be in existence She makes lions look like helpless chicks She's the mountain before every creative innovation A scarecrow that scares

They told you you were ill so you swallowed the pill You look so pathetic Eaten by the hungry termites of self-disbelief Stand before the mirror And look into my eyes Eyes filled with horror Why inject

You broke my heart is pieces I cried not for the pieces But for the several cuts I got while trying to bring all pieces back to one.

Hi Steemits, I'm Vbede, popularly known by my pen name, Vbedewrites. I'm an upbeat award winning poet, spoken word act, fiction writer, editor and medical doctor from the garden City of Port Harcourt,

You broke my heart is pieces I cried not for the pieces But for the several cuts I got while trying to bring all pieces back to one.

Goodnight to the sons who never believed in the comeback of the sun. May their distorted thoughts woven in fabric of negativity and pessimism rest in pieces in Lowlands of forgotten darkness.