I'm Inspired...

      Today is Friyay the 30 th of September 2016, this means ·          the end the working week ·          the end of another month in 2016, ·          the end of the 9 th month, ·          tomorrow is October 1 st , Nigeria’s Independence ·          it is also someone’s birthday lol I want you to take few minutes and reflect; (I already did that this morning so I won’t be a hypocrite) try and think about your first day in this year and other days that have passed (I doubt you’ll be able to remember everything that happened except if you had a journal, and most journals contain only memorable events). Think of goals you set out to achieve; the ones you did, the ones you didn’t, friends you’ve made and the ones you’ve lost. Trust me a lot has happened, if you think I’m wrong, just take a look at yourself in the mirror, you’ve either added or lost some weight, you’ve either gotten darker or fairer, you’ve even changed your hairstyle (for some more than onc

I am not very good at poems; in fact, they are my least favorite form of literature. Although there are very good poets, PoeTolu is one of them, I love his poems. I was listening to Jon Bellion’s iRobot song and I decided to try and write a poem. Here: PS: I tried to rhyme, and the lines increase per verse. It is official I am in a rut I refuse to be social My heart’s hard like rock Love I love I used to love I can’t love I hate love Cuts, cuts, cuts I cut myself My heart is cut Tears caught up in my throat I am deeply cut open This cut is deep and wide It is pitch dark I see darkness Brooding darkness Darkness everywhere I live with darkness Day and night darkness looms Never-ending darkness D to the E to the A to the T to the H Its stench is appealing Death crawls up my skin Death wraps his hand around my mind ‘Come, come my child’ it whispers Slowly my essence begins to fade Floating into the welc