July 7th. Birthday poem by O

I turned 20 today. What she best remembers Is the cadent rhymes Of her Father's voice And his hard hand Stroking her cheeks fondly, And minutes stealing out from the night, Tiptoeing away in sync with her mother's soft steps As she placed the celebratory cake On the big living room table And her father…

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Cotton Candy Skies

As I edged the red truck out the driveway, I noticed that Sally, our Dalmatian, was chasing after me. So I put the car in neutral, and opened the door for her. I also noticed the dark clouds that quietly shuffled across the sky towards where I planned to go. Sally watched me warily, like…

I took a little trip to Lagos, you see, I've been here for about a month and while I'm not conversant with the place, I'm also not a newbie to it. I have been staying with family,  relishing the dishes my sister (She's a chef) doles out, Drowning myself in the multi-coloured cocktails my other…

True Religion

He looks up at me slowly, taking me in, trapping me in those big brown eyes, then he raises the glass of water i supplied and swallowed. It might be me, but time seemed to slow, I watched as his tongue brushed his lower lip. Don't you want me the way I want you?  I…

Death by Beauty

You are beautiful, my love. So beautiful I can't touch you, for I fear death. To you and mine too. Like Mountain Laurel, your innocent white-almost-pink petals beckon, but I fear the best way to enjoy you is to leave you be, so sickingly sweet is the honey crafted from you. It makes my blood…

The Human

For a moment,  I really thought about it. This thing called humanity: what makes us the same and what makes us so different. So I decided to put it down. Don't know how it's going to look like. This is unfiltered. Let's strip away nationality, skin tone, hair and eye color,religion and racial disparity, gender…

3rd of December

In the icy corners of your room, bathroom door slightly ajar. The razor glints beckons you. Your name whispered by the thin steel into the emptiness that is your soul. Memories of you undressing as I lit myself ablaze; Death came quick as I lay naked on your pyre. The clutches of sorrow and darkness…

In response to The Daily Post's writing prompt: "High Noon." This afternoon, a joke turned into a lecture with my mother. I was standing behind her rolling my eyes. (I know, I know, I'm not supposed to) But c'mon, I was joking. If she turned at the right time, I would have been caught mid-roll.…

In response to The Daily Post's writing prompt: "In Loving Memory." In Loving memory of Grey, Hillary C. A friend, a mother, a sister, an aunt, a grandchild. Let's not forget A Crazy Ass Friend. She died at the unlikely age of 98, by being sarcastic at the wrong time. Strangely she requested this to…