Time and time again I ask myself this, hoping a response finds its way to me.Pain, sadness, anger,All these I feel constantly,All at the same time. All consuming. They attack continuously,Each wave stronger than the other.And each time I do nothing but wallow in each emotion.Do I know it is pathetic? Yes.Do I consider this untrue? Yes.Yet, I struggle against believing this.The voices are to blame...
I make your world go round,You should bow down to me,Bow because I can lift you up or pull you down,Because even in Freetown, nothing is free. Some call me God’s gift,Others say I am from below,Some say I do good,Others know me to be the root of all evil.I make you beg for my presence,I make your children think Love is shown by presents,I make you fret from Nine to Five,Bow down to me; I make you...
Its okay to cry your eyes out But believe everything will turn out well Rekindle old flames, accepting them as flaws Let your eyes so glimmer That the mirror sees you as a competition You are so brave and full of potentials You can be whoever you want to beTake a look at yourself You’re whole , alive and beautifully made Put the worries aside That puzzle will be solved The bruise, it will...
Things look darker now The sights that used to brighten my days Are now the causes for clouds above my head The sounds I loved to listen to Are now nothing but static in my ears The supple skin I loved rubbing my hands on Now feels like I’m simply rubbing an ice cold stone You’re here yet not I smile at your actions Yet you’re no longer the focus of my attention I try to act...
This is the second edition of our bi-yearly e-magazine aimed to showcase the literary works of the talented writers that we’ve had the privilege of publishing. It is a collection of poems and short stories titled “The Ease in Defeat”. We’ve handpicked these stories with love and hope it resonates with you. You can read and share by clicking on the link below.
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Let’s see our coming together as a unionBut do we see ourselves as companionWhen we trail in the art of love as the only solutionThat ignites the fire in our expressions Are you in loveI’m I in loveOr we both seek for emotional satisfactionWhen we create alternate realities in our mindTo accomplish our set stake Are you in loveI’m I in loveOr we run in line with the...
My love is no longer unconditional You must pass the test to get a taste of how it feels to be loved by me. The midnight texts, calls or even the appearance in poetry, these are things I just can’t give freely. I have been broken too many times to even give you a piece of me. So the little I have left, I’m trying so hard to protect. Please respect my space and give me peace Because I...
“I love you” spilled from the tips of your fingers And lit up my screen so easily Like mere words you speak frequently The weight of the words sat with me Kept me up at night thinking What could you possibly love about me? How well do you even know me? Why would you utter those 8 letters so freely They mean so much to me But i don’t know if you understand my mentality For you to...
In the smallness of my grief, I hold all that we used to be. Broken vows and playlists I do not listen to anymore. In the smallness of my grief, I hold who I used to be with you And what I am now without. A shadow lurking in your corner, Hoping the light of your smile Will bring to the surface my humanness. I hold in the smallness of my grief All that I remember of you...
My fears finally came true Maybe I should blame myself for not believing in you Or to blame my heart for falling too soon I am short of words Having no idea how to express my thoughts You were my own kind of inspiration Yet still the source of my confusion You heightened my happy mood Making me forget where I stood Then you left me confused Not knowing why I was fighting my muse My one in a...
