Monthly Archives: March 2017

The ugly duckling

Sad and beautiful she was

I could not put my feelings into words

But to herself she was inferior

The face she saw in the mirror

Was ugly to her,just so ugly

She was in a world of her own

A sad world

But little did she know

How beautiful she was

How many wished for her beauty

How many sort after her

How many were envious of her

To herself she was an ugly duckling 

When indeed she was a swan

With beauty so spectacular,superb

Little did she know of the ones who admired her

Those who were waiting for her…

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I am?

I am the dead fish of the flock

the carcass of dreams and aspirations 

Tom foolery of youth,pride and creed

If language could express the pains

Impossible carnage,lack of illustration

Illusion of poignant feelings,lost in meaning

Animation of my soul

The toil for nothing,tears for something

The cast on my heart,my mind in stitches

The world is a joke

I bow my mind in laughter

There is no meaning,no truth;no lies?

But void

To learn to seek,to seek to earn

All lies to bring hope to an empty future

A boring wasteland,a bastard grave for an empty coffin

The desert of no return

Infamous no mans land

The graveyard of blossoming ambitions 

The lack of energy for my lazy deeds

Pure,simple but not sort after

Do everything with a touch of class

Being a class act is universally admired.The worst people in history had gotten off easy and were even praised because they committed their deeds with class.From Cleopatra,Thomas Jefferson to Marie Antoinette and Winston Churchill,many people recorded in history for their power(even though bad deeds were done),a great attitude of class was presented.

Almost any fault,sin or crime is considered more leniently if there is a touch of class involved

Frank Agbendle

How to be classy

 Do not appear over passionate/emotional about something, at least on the surface.Keep your perceived emotions calm and cool.Always believe what you present,be confident about your prowess.Even if you are serving cow shit (excuse the language),be brave and confident and do not doubt your worth.This makes it worth more as the illusion is potrayed.Confidence is classy.

Acting classy is seductive and enticing.Flying into a rage or expressing dramatic emotions/overreaction is an instant turn off.The more you appear with class the more respect you will receive.Think about the impression you want to give out before you take a step.Select the right audience that is worth your value.

Class gives you charisma just as it increases your perceived value.Make sure that you do everything with a touch of class involved.A well meaning action executed without intelligence and dignity results into a shameful result,while a bad intention executed with class and charisma appears dignified.

 Let class be your maxim

A way forward

Where do we go from here

What will lead us

From a place where there is great coldness,

Scolding and fright?

Who should we give our hands 

For grasping unto

When the fear grows deep

Who will be with us

Who will tell us that,

It will be all okay

Who will lead us
The questions remains unanswered 

But at least it has been asked 

Before long there would be some sort of reply

A step has already been taken

To get closer to the truth

Which lies deep in our very core

A way forward

puppy love

Crushing and blushing 

It’s all embarrassing

Starting so shyly at one another 

Feeling the need to each surrender

To the power of young love’s wonder

Distant ponderings on each of our current states

Imagining what both our heart’s dictate

Eavesdropping on conversations,to learn the delicate 

Oh,puppy love

It’s a sweet,sweet love

As it blossomed with intensity

Into something much more stronger

When I was blind

I miss when i was blind

The time everything just slided by

could not notice the pain and suffering 

Moments of shame

Occurring all around me

I was just happy,lost in my own world

Of cake and fantasy

Back then everything was ok

Even the subtle jabs of insult

Then it was all good 

There was no need for fear

Because I could not see

The monstrosity before me

Glaring me in the eye 

Beauty 

An untouchable depth

Flawfully flawlessly like the earth itself

Strength,with a bountiful touch of dignity 

Rare

The ambition that is seen in someone’s eyes

Care and dedication 

That pleasant smile

The love that glows in a lover’s eyes

Kindness with the exaltation of patience

A well polished soul

The glimmer of hope

Grace seen on a face

An unbreakable force

Remarkable

Heads in a crowd

Heads in a crowd

Being a wallflower 

Is one of the best things that exists

Writing poetry in a buzzing room

Full of heads,talking in mass

With nothing much to fear

But I do fear

Though I have no idea why

Because there is nothing to owe

For being happy alone