If I were to love you, dear oneIt wouldn't be with the rushed affections of one running out of timeIt would be with the gentle, sweet fondness of one who has eternityI would with every beat of my thumping heart, drum into the ears of all around reasons to envy usIf I were to love you, my preciousIt would not be like the unsure fall of rain on a December noonIt would be with the unwavering consistency of the rains in June, sure and certain that it is my timeI would make sure to wet the garden of your heart with showers of my unrelenting passionIf I were to love you, princess It would not be with the complacency of one who has gotten his wayIt would be intentional and with the deliberateness of one with an unending purpose. I would give life to the words, always and foreverAll because I love you,But I don't, at least not yet. ©E.
How do you say it without looking weird?How do I tell you of this side of me?How do I tell you of the many times I have shot myself in the foot?How do I explain that at every point when I am about to get that thing I so desperately desire, I convince my self that I don't deserve it?How do I explain the urge to implode and self sabotage?How do I tell you that I feel so unworthy?Believe me, I want it all to stop, but how do I save my house from burning when my hands are made of wood?©A widow's grandson.
On your darkest daysWhen the gloom threatens to eat you whole May your face be illuminated With the radiance of true joyAnd may your smile be as beautiful As the sky seen from my window.Egwuatu.
Seek what sets your soul on fire, they sayEven when it burns you to crisps?When like the moth and the flameIt will be your greatest undoingWhen like fire and iceIt must end in tragedyDo you pursue that flameEven when you know that fire will kill you?E.
Have you ever taken a breath and heard your soul lament, why am i still here?May we heal from the things we can never speak about. E.
I am not that personI am not that person who is constantly judgedI am not that soul who is forever misunderstoodNoI am not that person who hides behind walls, adding a hundred more bricks per dayI am not a jumble of imperfections tied together by a string of good intentionsI am not that heart that implodes at the slightest hitchI do not parade myself with a veil made of smiles nor a mask to hide my many bruisesI am not that man who suppresses his pain to carry the weight of othersNo, I am not any of these people described.Look and you will see that I am all of them.©A widow's grandson.
The thing about the castles and high walls We constantly build around ourselvesIs that it locks out the worldAnd seemingly protects us from hurt But it also locks us inAnd hides the beauty of the world from us. ©E.
Dear girl,I hate how you make me feelI hate that your words and actions affect me soEven your inactions tooI hate how you make me doubt myselfI hate that I go to my bed every night with a weight on my chestI hate how the knife of your double standards slices me to bitsI hate that no matter how hard I try, I will never be it for youI hate that I am in this situation with youI hate that I cannot hate you ©E
That just like candlesOnly the wax remainsAfter it burns outSo also our works, when we are goneMay we remember, may we never forgetThat life is fleetingHere this second and gone the nextAnd nothing, not even tomorrowIs guaranteed to usMay we remember, may we never forgetThat the strugglesThe petty grudges we holdAnd the larger than life fights we haveDo not actually matter And will never be worth itMay we remember, may we never forgetThat we are all we haveYou and I, togetherLiving in the hearts and mindsOf all that we come in contact withAnd so leave smiles and joy And little pieces of ourselvesIn the people we meetMay we remember, may we never forget©Egwuatu.
Drawn by the deepI stand at the precipiceTaking in the drop belowBreath leaves my lungsAs it pulls meSlowly over the edgeAgainst my better judgementIn the arms of gravityHome beckons...© Egwuatu