You were there. I saw you in my dreams. Cold is where the heat was. You are out of reach by the fingertips. A tip of the tongue is where I say your name. You disappeared.

Planted the seeds of your love, in the dungeon of my heart, where nothing grows but pain, and blooded rose of regrets; singing a melody of dismay with the fragrance of anguish. It bloom, i bleed mentally and physically. My nose could cry a river…

Found myself amid buried cadavers Yet I can still hear the tunes of molten flows of oxymorons and euphemisms Addressing me as a dead poet. Am I a dead poet? I asked myself; with a deeper voice thinking it could be my obsession with metaphors…

The night drags on and still I sit here Alone in my room with just my pen with me These are the nights to be remembered fondly Where a task was given and was then completed I have stood against the night and I have…

“Memories of old, Nostalgic reminiscence, Beautiful flashbacks”

Twinkles in the sky Songs simple and sweet Darkness with little light Brightness only with absence Glows with reflection Twinkles in the sky

Hope Hope for the best in all situations If anyone has told me I would finish the 24 hour marathon I lost hope when I took a nap I came back on and could not find the publish button I did not give up but…

“A long corridor, Filled with doors aplenty, Each door hides a different room to enter, And a new world to explore, You shan’t return from a room, But further explore till the end of the great hallway is reached, But till then the search for…

Spoken true Spoken soft and loud Spoken with a meaning We tell stories of sadness, happiness, anger, drama Telling them to the best of our ability For Telling is half the battle

Text prompt -Poem 23 My Memoirs Empowerment and Defiance The memoir of Sabinah Adewole, who at the young age of four became an orphan when her dad died suddenly in a ghastly car accident in 1971 in London . Her mother a single parent had…