Don’t recite this poem. If you do, then expect the falls of rain. Maybe your heart will stop that fuming thick black smoke. Maybe your eyes are meant to stay next to her glabella. Things might change. Maybe your heart is tired and not sick….

Her day took an unexpected turn Even though she had secretly desired change And she needed change, something new, different, dangerous even She never sought it out, change that is. But there it was, staring her in the face Tempting her, challenging her Waiting for…

remembering…I am twelve years old my body changed nobody is telling me how to care for myself my mother doesn’t talk to me about personal matters hygiene seems to be a tabu subject I am so confused why don’t I look like everyone else I’m…

My name is Muhammad Auwal, I’m from Nigeria. I’m the teacher who’s still a learner. A poet from the top, counselor from the bottom. I’m 29 years of age, a bachelor with a bachelor degree in Computer Science. I love seeing adventures, new people, places…

I stand in the kitchen and cry each day before heading into work Beat down by systems and administrators and politics the things no one tells you about when they ask “What do you want to be when you grow up?” When my future self…

Seeing only darkness ahead, a never-ending night calling for surrender and giving up the fight. I crawl up to the blank walls that seem to surround me and for the first time, I see a stair just out of reach, rungs of beauty and pain….

Looking through a window to what was once unknown, Look at me now, From where I was ten years ago. Who could’ve imagine how much I’ve grown, My current blessings are through past seeds that have been sown, So I plant my seeds now for…

I wish to take a picture of the nature Bringing down the stars into the ocean Lightning the cosmos, existing as a star. I wish if I perish I will come back To tell the story that the mind can feel. But wishes are thorns,…

2013 Married three years now, Gone by in the blink Of an eye, while you reach Down to me, take my Hand in yours, forever and always. Our married life ahead – Flat by the sea, friends and family, And a newborn niece To spoil….

Transtemporal Travel under pressure the hard ebony lump of coal transforms into a reflective diamond constant rubbing irritant of gritty sand rolls into the oyster’s pearl submerged beneath clearwater in the ceramic cask bright but bitter dandelion heads crumble into sweet elixer Am I another…