minimise

When people start thinking about the past,

Becoming emotionally attached to eras gone by,

It’s time for you to think much harder—

about you own attitude towards them.

Sometimes this idea works,

Sometimes it becomes a total failure.

I being the one not to take criticism lightly,

Find myself with a lot to think about.

I’ve come to realise that though I think too highly about myself,

I’m partly to blame for most things that happen to me.

It would be better if I had the power to stop bad things—

before they happen to me.

Like I said before,

I’m just a mortal soul with flaws just like any other,

Whose dreams is to get a device to minimise them.

Right now, I’ve managed to drive people who love me dearly—

very far away from me.

Exposed myself to a lot of people as a very emotional being.

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death

i love this.

poeticceasar

I never thought they’d get me out of a retirement,

They did,

but I feel a retired man.

Words You or I bother me.

Methinks it’s as a result of our union;

Death.

Now I’ve no ace up my sleeve.

I even doubt if I’m wearing any sleeve.

I can’t keep repeating this,

It sounds like the one we used to do—

way back when we were young.

When it was cool to copy you.

Pass me a copy to copy you,

Because for now I embrace me.

Yes, who else could do this?

Even the mad forget to do this.

They say I’m up for praise,

I do this for accolades,

You know what, I rather do this for chocolate.

It tastes sweet and improves your metabolism.

And this isn’t for the sake of catcheism.

My retirees know there isn’t monotheism,

That’s why I get them all wrapped up…

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death

I never thought they’d get me out of a retirement,

They did,

but I feel a retired man.

Words You or I bother me.

Methinks it’s as a result of our union;

Death.

Now I’ve no ace up my sleeve.

I even doubt if I’m wearing any sleeve.

I can’t keep repeating this,

It sounds like the one we used to do—

way back when we were young.

When it was cool to copy you.

Pass me a copy to copy you,

Because for now I embrace me.

Yes, who else could do this?

Even the mad forget to do this.

They say I’m up for praise,

I do this for accolades,

You know what, I rather do this for chocolate.

It tastes sweet and improves your metabolism.

And this isn’t for the sake of catcheism.

My retirees know there isn’t monotheism,

That’s why I get them all wrapped up in a human voice.

a silly written composition

I’ve never asked for a father figure,

I’ve never.

Though I don’t have,

I think most of you would like to know a reason or,

Reasons.

And I know that has to do with with you knowing much more than I do.

You don’t care what results of you being obsessed with I,

May do to you as persons,

Or how may that affect your lifestyles and,

Most likely give you unwarranted lifestyle or,

Communicable diseases.

I’ve been tipped by a very wise,

Very special human

Not to force my ideas,

Not to inject my alixir of life,

With my mouth into your very own.

I’m not a doctor but,

A syringe into your rears will do just fine.

That’s I again with my silly written composition,

I don’t have to listen to much of any of their advise,

Because like I told you before;

I’ve a very,very special advisor.

reason

Its not like I’ve forgotten what I should do,

They see me sitting leisurely and–

think amongst themselves;

He’s out of work,

He’s left his job.

Ask us if you’d like to know!

We know him like backs of our palms.

Little do they know;

He has a lot of township stress to deal with,

Messy life to sort out.

Only if they took time and asked him;

What’s wrong with you?

Because if they think like most odd people do,

That’s when there’ll be peace around the world.

Now, all that they do is;

sucking their thumbs,

At least, its theirs and,

Nobody else’s.

Yeah, that’s how all of them and,

their friends will try to reason.

I don’t know either,

I’m losing my very own focus to anger.

Maybe one day,

When they and I get to meet,

We’ll be old enough to reason,

than cooking all lies.