Before we begin, I got a somewhat new pair of earphones, so I’m as happy as a child that has just discovered chocolate.
This is some more random poetry I wrote during a boring lecture.
How do you tell someone that the road they’re walking,
the path they’re treading
is one you’ve treaded
and it left a bitter taste in your mouth?
How do you make them see,
without offending them
that the way they’re going is wrong and
that the only thing they’ll get out of this
is pain, worry and stress?
How do you get them to embrace today, accept the love given
And live in the moment?
How do you teach them that love covers a multitude of imperfections?
How can you make them see that true love doesn’t hurt,
it nurtures, nourishes, enriches and strengthens?
I speak, but my words are like rain on an umbrella.
How else do you want me to tell you?
I tried speaking from my heart to yours, but darling
your heart is blocked,
because you’re too focused on feeling right, being right and getting the upper hand.
But life isn’t about any of that, love.
It’s about stopping to smell the roses,
drinking in every sight, memorizing every smell
being one with every sound
being innocent while being wary
being yourself without fear.
Erecting walls keeps you locked in
like an isolated system.
It breaks my heart to see you like this
and frustrates me that I can’t make you see life
the way I see it,
but every one of us is different
and I understand you’ve seen your fair share
but it’d be nice if you broke down your walls sometime
and let the light in, little bird.
Ugh. I hate tests.
Peace, Love and Good food.
My headphones are broken and I’m too cheap to get new ones to block out the sounds of my thoughts and of this loud boy sitting beside me.
The same one that assumed I was a lesbian because I only used to hang out with girls, my friends. Just to be clear, I have nothing against lesbians. I’m just not one.
Someday, I’ll be calm enough to listen to his own side of the story without wanting to jam my fist into his throat, even though I have to jump to do so.
Now he’s talking about Terry Crews and I just want to yell at him to shut up.
I don’t know his story, so I won’t judge, but I wont forget his first impression of me. Scratch that, he doesn’t even know me either.
I think too much.
And sometimes, I should just let things go with the flow but I obsessively plan everything, without fail. And complain when things don’t go my way.
Letting go is hard, but once you know that there’s someone already in charge of those things beyond your control, you should just let Him do his job and focus on doing yours.
Am I rambling? Not quite.
This has been the first episode of Coffee Mugs, where I talk about my feelings in the moment as if I’m sitting across from you at a coffee shop.
P.S Seeing Asian people makes me happy.
P.P.S- Post title credits go to Michael, the original owner of the Coffee Mugs tagline. He microblogs on twitter with the handle @oluwa_michael.
Peace, Love and healthy teeth.
Waiting to be heard
Lying cause the truth hurts
Alone cause she can’t trust anyone
Bitter, cause life hurts
And she’s not happy
Losing her mind slowly
Games hurt, she’s the pawn
Begging you to listen
Her silent plea
She’ll never tell
Tears stream down her face
Once angelic, now worn
Silence, her one and only ally
Voices in her head
That’s enough loudness
Broken, she’s been used
She’ll never understand love
Cause something would always be taken
She’s never known
Promises of the future
She’ll hope anyway
That’s all she has.
I have an unhealthy obsession with you,
Not in the way that sometimes promises butterflies and happily ever afters
but in the
‘I want to drop kick you down 10 flights of stairs way.’
‘How does love turn to hate?’, you ask,
The same way milk curdles and meat goes bad,
I’m watching and waiting for karma to catch up with you.
I’d very much like for you to be cut
for your throat to be slit and your head in your hands
like the headless horseman.
I’ll always be around to watch you stumble,
Be behind you to prepare you for the next fall
I’ll try to resist the urge to kick you when you’re down.
I hate you so much it hurts.
You shouldn’t even exist to me.
I hope you actually do cease to exist.
Hehe, I’m writing again.
School brings out the best in me.
Peace, Love and healthy connective tissue.