AZIAKPONO OVWEDE
Stories (7/0)
What it's like
In my dreams, I'm chased I'm hunted by the light so I'm running from the light with all the strength that's left of me as fast as I can and yet very slowly as in every dream I'm running towards the darkness to hide and be safe be safe from everything of this world
By AZIAKPONO OVWEDE11 months ago in Poets
Masked identify
It took a while a long while to realize I needed to find it so I searched in the depth of everything I could have been, I searched in the void of everything I can be, I searched to find myself where I failed to look, there I was in the muds of today, there I hopped over covered fully in today's filth and dirt I lost my identity
By AZIAKPONO OVWEDE11 months ago in Poets
A little over everything
How do I begin to tell you? That, as in a dream, life's scenes flashes before me In no particular order. That like a toad, leaping and landing in wherever No well designate road That if life was surely a collection of experiences, Then I perhaps may have collected too many of them. because now, like a parliament of owls, they lump up together and gaze at me with disdain doused in profanity
By AZIAKPONO OVWEDE11 months ago in Poets
When
Rise or fall Run or walk Good or bad I've cared not I've merely lived in the turmoils of simplicity with rapt attention to my weaknesses in the gutters of my mistakes watering and cultivating the dark edges of my mind coming before the world, covered in the filth of my naked truths without shame it's how I've lived
By AZIAKPONO OVWEDE11 months ago in Poets