Libra

Libra that my zodiac sign
We are called the dreamers
We are the ones who belives in fairy tales
The ones who believes in first love

but the world is different
We search looking for the right one
Looking for the one for us
But usually end up disappointed

Books shows us how the world should be
Feeding us illusions
But in reality it's different
but we are still hopeful

We see good
When others see bad
We see beauty
When others see chaos

A good story never told

                       

A good story never told
A story to behold
Listen as the tale is told
About how he became cold

He looked for goodness in the world
He always believed in the world
Trying to bring light in the world
But always feeling disappointed in the world

This led to a deep depression
As he saw all the oppression
And all the destruction
Making his picture of the world and illusion

He let the world turn him
He let the world change him
His demons finally caged him
With no one to free him

His monster broke out
His feelings died out
Wickedness grew out
The human in him died out

Unlucky horses

                 

Oh horses how unlucky are you
You are starved then feed to a fool
You are used as a tool
To make wealth for a fool

How I wish you weren't born
From life you were torn
And we became a thorn
Making heart's sore

Your blood cry out
It can be heard in the south
Begging nature to wipe us out
Before all the animals die out

Stop the killing
Stop destroying
 Start mending
Nature is crying

This makes me remember black beauty
And this makes me feel guilty
What humans do is bad
And it makes me very sad

Tribute to a real friend

             

I thought I could do it alone
I thought I was meant to be alone
I felt I was stronger alone
Decided to pass through life alone

That when you came
I felt like a game
Seeing myself tame
I knew I will never be the same

You showed me my fears
You released my tears
I conquered my fears
Making me see you as a seer

To the world I was exposed
And my past was disposed
About anything I never cared
Until you became my friend

True forgiveness

My heart ache
I am tried of holding on to this
This emotion is weighing me down
Gotta let go

But it is hard really hard
But I hurt so bad
What she did hurt so bad
She cut me so bad

She asked for forgiveness
To move on I have to grant her forgiveness
But can I grant her true forgiveness
I have to release myself from this darkness

But can I really forgive her
When I am not at peace with her
Will I still be friends with her
Will I still talk to her

But I am tired
I have to forgive her
I have to let go
Free myself from this emotion

Finally I forgive her
I feel at peace
True forgiveness brings peace.

Innocent memories

Taking a trip down memory lane
Thinking about the memories I made
I cherised a lot of them
But don't remeber all of them

The childhood memory I would love to relive
The best memory is me and my friends
Together like before
Gathered around the table

One of the best times of my life
I wish I could relive
Watching a movie
Talking about stuffs
Sharing a jokes

Those where the good ol days.
But it's all gone now
But still fresh in my mind

Dead me

 

I feel my body getting weaker
My body was getting colder
As I lay on the grass
Which was as cold as brass

Suddenly my eyes open
I realised I was out in the open
I no longer felt anything
But I could see people moving something

I took a peek and saw me
The dead me
I started to walk away
Not knowing where but going through one way

I am powerful

   

I am powerful because I believe in myself
I am powerful because I don't hide my emotions
I am powerful because I have been hurt
I am powerful because I didn't become bitter
I am powerful because I don't let people's opinion shape me
I am powerful because I believe there is good in the world
When I think about this
I realize that power comes from me
I don't need things to be powerful
I only need me


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Heroic death

                           

We joked about this day
Now am standing here with nothing to say
I feel a part of me is lost
It's crumbled and turn to dust

I remember all the memories we made
But it's just makes me feel more pain
Now my world will be lonely
Cause you I have loved only


I didn't want to cry
But tears came no matter how hard I try
The air around me was stale
Especially when they spoke of your heroic tale

Death is wicked
I feel mistreated
He took you away from me
I feel that it has been his scheme

People spoke of your accomplishments
And they gave good compliments
Still you remain dead
And a part of me dead

I gave you a kiss
Knowing you are gonna be missed
Hoping you will rest in peace

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Freedom

This thought kept me late at night
We are told we have freedom
It is part of our right the government says
But are we really free?
Is freedom just an illusion ?
Isn't freedom just myth?

What is the definition of freedom
I ask myself this question at times
Is having rules and regulation freedom?
Freedom of speech yet people can't speak
We were told our leaders fought for freedom
But are we really free?

Then this brought me to a conclusion
There isn't anything like freedom
An illusion that was forced feed to us by society
Giving us the belief that we are free
There isn't anything like freedom.

Dream sleep

                       
                       


He stares up to the sky
But his mind wanders away
Feeling of disappointment floods his heart
Lost dreams clouds his memory
He needs something to run away from this feeling
He despise the day
But treasures the night
The night the only time he feels alive
The only time he lives his dreams
The night came like an answer to his prayer
Peace and quiet reign
Laying down to sleep
The world fell off his shoulders
Finally free even for a little while
A smile crept on his lip
As he sleeps
He is finally at peace

Nature's revenge

Mother nature cries out
Seeing her childern slaughtered
Her works for millions of years destroyed
She sends warning signals
Signals that will never be recieved
She becomes sad and Angry
She makes her plans for revenge
Still giving us time to repent
While destroying us gradually
Removing the ozone sheet slowly
She decides to burn us with the Sun
Raising the sea level
She decides to drown us
Maybe we are doomed to be extinct
Like the dinosaurs before us
Maybe not
She is still waiting for us to repent
Crying out for us to stop
Maybe we will
Maybe not

Hyperhidrosis

Sweat rolled down his palm
Like tears from his eyes
Why is it happening?
Is the sadness in his heart too much for his tears to express
That his heart decided to use his palm and feet
The irony is that nobody one notice
They are fooled by the smile on his lips
And the laughter from his mouth
Not having the patience to see right through his smile
Instead they make fun of him
Calling his names
Making him feel something is wrong with him
Thereby increasing his sadness that he wanted remove
Making his heart engulfed by sadness

Being different isn't fun it's more than that

                         

               

 Be different, do different things. I have heard that a lot, and am sure most of you have,  but all I realized is being different isn't fun and most times not accepted people see you as a rebel, a stubborn person. I have always tried to be like other people because it is easier to mingle that way.
  Reminiscing about my past, all I see is a boy just trying to be normal, just trying to mingle and not be an outcast. When I think about those years in secondary school I see a desperate person trying to make friends but all I get was people making fun of me and jeering at me or using me for educational purposes. Tagging along with my brother's friends just to be around someone they knew so the turned me into a message boy. Iknew it and it really hurt me so I decided to bury my pain and saddness in novels. i just hope anybody who feels like this have something to bury it in and hopefully one day you will meet great friends like I did.

Most people use discipline to blow up steam

 
                                                           

In Nigeria a lot of children are being abused,physical by parents and schools. Am not saying children should not be deciplined, when they do something wrong, it's just that the punishment outweighs the wrongdoing.

 If you look at the body of a Nigeria child, at least 3 out of 5 will have a scare from cane either from parents or teacher. The worst of the scenario is the teacher they beat the children like they are not human being, for some silly stuff the student do like if a student doesn't do his assignment they can beat the student like he stole they even attack the student physical with blows and kicks. I have seen and experience it.the school I passed out from there was a teacher who uses electrical cable to discipline students I don't know what teachers are thinking but I guess they can do anything since in Nigeria, children are used as items adult uses to release their frustration and blow up since but theyhave forgotten that what they are doing has adverse effectson children, it reduces their self esteem and if a child can't take it anymore they commit suicide and the parents start blaming people. They are a lot of children who are homeless not all of them are orphans some of them run away because of the way their parents treat them. I hope parents and teachers discipline their Children rightly and don't use them to blow off steam.

Why are humans so competitive?

Hi guys i got something on my mind, have just been wondering,why human being are so upset with competition. It doesnt make sense to me, i have been told by my teachers that all living thing compete for space, food and shelter but i think it is more than that every thing we do always have competition in it even showing love.
    The one that i hate the most is competition in education it just anoying competing with people for knowledge which is surpose to be for every body.Even science knows that people have different IQ so i dont think grading exam is good.

Being too good sucks

                             



       Happy new year to all my readers am sorry for not writing any thing cos I have been busy
 with my studies. so have just been going through some experiences  I realize that being totally good sucks and the person is always used and screwed but the only good thing about being good is being good to someone true cos they will always have ur back.
 But we don't know who is true but at least what I thing is that add a little bad to the good will make it better cos the people that most people call good have a little bad in them. cos the people that are totally good suffers