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Poems give me life

Makes me breathe

Puts me to sleep

Poems brings me chills

Turns on a light

Gives me feels

Poems turn me on

Shut me down

Making this little girl cry

Poems wake me up

Tells me to be strong

Works me up

Poems tells me truths

Gives me voice

Makes me smile

Poems reeks of lies

Hits me hard

Makes me smile 

Poems, my very life source

Your time will come-but you mustn’t give up first

This is inspired by a current situation I find myself in. I am sure others can relate. I see people all around me, they all seem to have it all together. When I compare such images to myself, I feel down and dejected. Why isn’t my life going as smoothly like theirs? I ask myself. But I realize this fact constantly, everyone does not have it together and the grass always appears greener on the other side. Besides, we are not all going on the same journey.
It’s easy for me (or anyone) to judge my inner turmoil in comparison to other people’s outward portrayal of living. Everyone tries to appear normal in this world, from an early age we figure that the proper thing to do was to keep all of our internal loads and baggage,internal. Because of this, everyone plays the role in which they are given. The role they think they fit…

We see the need to like what every other person claims to like or try to cover anything about us that seems out of the ordinary. Even the most confident of us humans truly don’t want to be judged. When we do not fall into place according to the straight line people demand our lives to go, we may feel dejected.

Now, the message that came to me for this post is your time will come, only if you don’t give up. Things may be bad now and not as good as other people’s situation may be, but your time will come.

The black bra

It lay there

Sitting on the bed

left untouched for several days

The weather was cold

And so was it

The owner was somewhere,

 Out in the universe

The black bra had stories to tell

Many tales of complex relationships

Broken days and sullen nights

Sleepless heavy breathes

It was the useless observer-

The third party

To the passing nuisance of what was called life

A creature of random circumstances

Just like she, it’s owner

How to make the law of attraction work for you

No this is not a click bait.

It is a common complain that the LOA does not seem to work for a lot of people.

Here’s why: Because you are not using it right.There are missing elements that has been forgotten or not know by the general populace.This elements must be understood/used for the law to take effect.

It’s not that the LOA is hard,it is different.When something is different,you need to throw out old believes to tackle it.

Here’s what you need to know:

Avoid desperate energy when it comes to the LOA.It will not work if you feel stuck or hopeless.Abandon any feelings of victim hood.If you are trying to manifest wealth,don’t let nagging thoughts of how poor you are remain in your mind.

Pick and choose your thoughts.Yeah,we can do that.We feel emotions due to the thoughts we keep in our mind.

Think negative thoughts=attract negative emotions=create negative vibration=negative frequency=negative feedback=negative actions=negative reaction=negative manifestations.The same goes for positive thoughts.

This is the law of attraction formular.

You can write it down.Let it be your guide.

The moment we become used to choosing positive thoughts over the negative ones,we begin to harness the power of the LOA.It is not easy to change the system you are accustomed to,but it is very doable.”Fake it till you make it”,like they say.

You must be able to picture the outcome.

That above is a fact of the LOA.If you can not somehow see yourself in that desired outcome,whatever it is,the law will not work for you.You must be able to visualize yourself defeating that problem, or getting that job, or quitting that addiction no matter how impossible it may seem in real life. By the way “real-life” is just an illusion.

As the law of correspondence says,”As above so below“.We come to realize that our reality is actually a manifestation of the physical plane.Even in Christianity,we are told constantly of functionings in the spirit before it manifests in the physical realm.So,by visualization(accepting it in the spirit),we begin to see the impact in the physical.Visualization also comes in forms of prayer and meditation,as long as there is the belief and it can be pictured in the mindseye.

Picture the best version of yourself in the mindseye.

You must feel that you are worth the outcome you desire.The law only works when you feel that you deserve good. Surprisingly,many of us don’t actually believe that we are worthy of certain things.This happens to me but I select positive thoughts according to one of the major rules,in order to banish that feeling.This also links to victimization of ourselves. You cannot attract and manifest positive outcome when you play blame games with yourself.

Who cares if you feel your current situation is your fault?It is time to move on and use the present.

The last point I am going to give to make the law work for you is:

You must use it for the greater good

Manifesting is impossible if you wish to use the law to hurt or attack someone.It will not work.The law of attraction is not voodoo.It can only be used for the positive growth and manifestation of the self(that is if you are using the true law!)

I guess that is pretty self explanatory .

Peace, blessing and growth.

Synesthesia- prologue/beginning

“Alena,Alena”yelled a voice from the bushes

There was some movement then a wounded girl stumbled out.Her left leg was bleeding and the bandage on it had turned deep red.The girl who called out looked at her with pity before grabbing her hand.

“We have to escape fast!They must not catch up with us”

“Akwa,I’m sorry but I don’t think i can go on any longer.You must escape.Leave me behind.After all,they will not hurt me”Alena said 

“But who knows what they will do to you!You’ve seen them,they are crazy.They shot at you and hurt your leg – again!”

“Go.just go!I will be fine,promise”

While both of them looked indecisively at each other,a shot rang out.A gasp escaped from Akwa’s lips.Alena could not believe her eyes as she saw blood on her sister’s shirt.Footsteps were getting closer.Akwa held her chest which bled furiously. A look of confusion was on her face as she grasped unto her sister’s hand.Her death was swift as her eyes lost light.The soldiers had arrived just as Alena began mourning her dead sister.Without a second’s hesitation,she was yanked away from the body.Admist screams and tears,she was taken away.

“It has just begun”whispered one of the men.

The consumer

She eats up her sleep

Sucks away the darkness of the night

In the glow lays in a heap

untold stories of profound glory

Some might be a bit gory

But the joy of the conqueror lies strong

A tale in her eyes

Her eyes-

Browned with age but sparkling none the less

Her countenance solid

Yet she had no face

She had consumed her fears

And produced many things from it

The wrinkles give an image

Of beautiful life at play

Both past and to come

The power of a warrior

Embarking always on a sailors journey

With the destiny of an adventurer

Her voice became a song

A rhythm with so much melody

From her story comes the source of joy

Nothing was ever a vain cause

The world can go fuck itself

*pardon the language 


The cause of every catastrophe and war

Humans,fighting for their own cause

Unhearing and blind to others plight


They can go fuck themselves

A need to do things a certain way

Or get teared down to shreds everyday

The world would chew and spit you up everyday


Crybabies with no control

Over thought,matter or destiny

Looking to be handed a silver platter

Tortured artist

Angry over the minimal

Cannot transcend above the physical

Trapped in a societal loop

Of crafted careful design


We all survive

Or we have to

Making it through the shithole

Through we don’t need to




Something of nothing for nothing



The world does not fit a concept

In the rapid thoughts

Art dies like a Phoenix

But does it really rise again?

While the world goes up in flames

While everyone watches


An organism that consumes itself

Nothing nothing nothing

Something something something


Does it really matter?

The world can go fuck itself

INFP struggles-MBTI

If you don’t know what “INFP” personality type means,i suggest you check out the Myer Briggs personality typing out.There are 16 personality types according to the MBTI,and also some not so major sub types,eg:A and T categories,etc.As an INFP here are some things I struggle with on a daily bases.

The INFP is know as the dreamer/mediator/healer personality.

I sometimes find myself in a state of constant daydream.Can you believe it, if I say I have created a complete world in my head.This world is filled with people both imaginative and real,performing the functions that I assign to them.Many will not be able to fully comprehend this.My world is a perfect rich make believe land, but it has troubles too.It can be hard to snap out of it,but I can always clearly distinguish my reality from my fantasy.This can lead me to being lazy when I’m actually ambitious.The INFP contradiction.

Because of my type,i’m prone to depression and being down on myself.I see the terrible things going on in the world and I know it can never be perfect.This makes me feel sad.I absolutely hate injustice and everyday I hope I can do more.I stand with the underdogs than the ones on top because I believe they need my help the most.I am unconventional and it puts me into trouble many times…I don’t share popular views and it angers people.I stand firm in my believe which I have a conviction about,not letting anyone shake me.
I am an introvert. Some people misinterpret this to mean that I am stuck up.My resting bitch face doesn’t help either.They think I am just strange or act above them when I desperately tried to fit in.Well,at this point,i’m done with all that.I sometimes say I’m a proud loner or a happy wallflower,unlike some wannabe wallflowers-those who say that to seem emo.But I’m not alone,my rich mind and world is my company any where I go.Literature and art is my medium.The need to end humanities pain is my motivator.I let my INFP creativity guide me.

I need constant stimulation,i get bored easily so my mind is always spinning with ideas.I abhor useless small talk yet I detest those who have nothing deep to say.I once cut ties with someone whose mind had no imagination,let me do all the talking and had nothing to say about the state of the world.I detest shallow people.Those who have no ideas of their own.Nothing to say that comes out of their own contemplation but what the media has told them.Those that cannot observe around them.The ones that live to just exist.The energy vampires that frustrate you,without you knowing why.

I hate injustice and double standards.Just as I stand for what’s right,i can turn a blind eye if you complain of injustice,while you are the type to be cruel.I’m not a people’s pleaser,a butt kisser,a social butterfly-so I have problems.I’m very thankful I was born INFP but also burdened.Sometimes I just get angry,if I was God I would have ended the world a long time ago.

Some people have literally told me that I think in a weird way, which was bad to them.I remember two people telling me to change the way I think.Why will I ever do that,lol.I know that I am superb to the extent of causing people confusion.As a child,i was shamed for being ‘too quiet” in public by my family.I was mocked for the way my voice went three times lower when I wanted to buy things.But now that my voice is all the way powerful,it does not stop family folks from looking for a button to push.

My room is messy,i get anxious easily,i have social anxiety,i am probably more radical than anyone you’ve ever seen,I appear cold but have a deep well of feelings,i am creative, disappointed and bored with the school system, I read for knowledge’s sake,brave,unconvention,free and most of all Me.

I am a proud INFP,no matter the struggles

Watch out for part two

Unimagined love

I stopped believing in romance

Then you showed up

And swept me away

Into a whirl wind of passion

Where there was no escape

I had once given up

On the thought of true love

But your eyes melted my heart

I couldn’t stop smiling at your essence

It was a wonderful mix

Both sweetly pure and naughtily erotic

There was a delight in me

To have a taste of you

Both body and soul

It was not all pure euphoria

Sometimes I wanted too much

Other times you were far far away

To understand a complete complex cerebral yet deeply emotional romance

Was to solve a fascinating puzzle

An intimate kinship of awe

I had stopped believing in romance 

Then you showed up

Bringing an unimagined love along with you

Something i thought did not exist

Or had died, a long time ago

You brought out a side in me

Much gleeful and childlike

That i had forgotten was inside of me