Your knight in shiny armor
Drowning you in care and affection
Always there when you needed him,
Charming, handsome and loyal.
Never for once ogling your mammary glands.
You fell head over heels.
But that was all a facade,
Like the river you see from far, a mirage!
I just wanted to see who you are:
Smiling with glee as I cut out your heart. Literally.
How can you be dead?
Now that I am ready
To live like never before
To cherish you till eternity
It was pained ecstasy
I raise my hand
At every slight disagreement
I know I maltreated you
Loving me was your mistake
You are being enslave
In this thing called marriage
Marriage became a shackles
No romance
No sensation
No beautiful love story
I know you wanted to leave to live
I want peace
I want to perfect my mistakes
Alas, its too late
You are already dying
But I promise to live my last breath for you
On my corridor of love
While I was singing
All sorts of love poem
She joined me with her melody
My loneliness disappeared
Worries evade me
Boredom went into extinction
She became my cheerleader
Last night under the duvet
With your hands doing the magic
At that instant
She turned me to an infant
With her cuddle and fondle
No better shield like her body
Soft, warm and silk
She wrapped me up in it
Cold was not even near
She’s got that sexy prowess
Doing it magically
One which is unexplainable
Never gets tired of giving me positions
Everytime I explore something new
I have been waiting too much
Hoping to receive her touch
I notice the sound of her clutch
She is here to give her much in my hutch
Of all the topics I’ve had to write on this blog, I relate more with this one. I was diagnosed with Multiple Personality Disorder some years back. Taking drugs and therapy to suppress the “dark side”, to manage the so called mental illness.
That was a major mistake. I shouldn’t have listened to my family and the doctors.
Thinking back now, there’s no way I can know what I’d achieved with the suppressed personalities. I know I am a poet, a writer, a farmer and that’s about all. I might have used drugs to inhibit the scholar in me, or the athlete in me.
My deepest regret is that I might have suppressed my personality that has the capacity to injure, to maim, to flay, and to commit murder. Phoenix is here, but I might have killed the Ted Bundy in me.
©Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
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The story is a collection of short stories, both fiction and non-fiction. Enjoy.
Even when I try to forget,
The scars glare at me.
The exact day and time, I can’t recall
But the memories remain fresh in my mind.
The motorcycle swerved and the rider turned;
But we couldn’t avoid hitting the man.
Like ninjas in movies, I flew; high into the sky.
But unlike the ninjas, I landed on my knees.
I am alive to narrate the story.
But I’ll forever be in pains.
Ten seconds was all it took.
A thousand emotions,
Barging a solitary mind.
The need for love,
Intimacy,
The fear of hatred,
Of failure.
The hope for the future,
Pains of days past.
But none so strong,
As my desire to be alive.
What is dead may never die again.
And certainly all men must die.
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He treated her like nothing, made everyday a living hell for her;
He turned her into his punching bag and made sure to leave her feeling worthless and despicable
She did try to free herself from his destructive claws, but her efforts were all in vain.
Unfortunately, just as he was destructive, he was manipulative, and knew the right buttons to press; Just like that, all would be forgiven.
One day she woke up and felt she had had enough, with a little drug in his drink, she fled and never looked back.
Fifteen months later, she had found a new life, with great difficulty; Things were going pretty well for her, until that faithful day….
Her wedding day!….Just as he said ‘I do’, a bullet ran through his skull!
After minutes of screaming and scrambling, the hall was deserted and only then did she see her leech;
With a…
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A thousand emotions behind your smile,
The pain, the hurt, the loneliness:
Yet to the world,
You project calm, control and joy.
Things happen beyond our control
And the best is yet to come,
Today, tomorrow and forever;
I’ll always be there for you.
I’m just a whisper away.
Amazing is who you are,
Blessings and blessings of the Lord on you,
Keep smiling and don’t despair,
This too shall pass.
He treated her like nothing, made everyday a living hell for her;
He turned her into his punching bag and made sure to leave her feeling worthless and despicable
She did try to free herself from his destructive claws, but her efforts were all in vain.
Unfortunately, just as he was destructive, he was manipulative, and knew the right buttons to press; Just like that, all would be forgiven.
One day she woke up and felt she had had enough, with a little drug in his drink, she fled and never looked back.
Fifteen months later, she had found a new life, with great difficulty; Things were going pretty well for her, until that faithful day….
Her wedding day!….Just as he said ‘I do’, a bullet ran through his skull!
After minutes of screaming and scrambling, the hall was deserted and only then did she see her leech;
With a grin on his face, he walked up to her and said ‘Did you ever think you could leave me?’
Sophocles Writes