MEMORIES
Nothing beats the explicit fun of childhood,
Growing up thinking about nothing else but play and food,
Making friends within your age range from every part of the neighborhood,
Only to get too serious and go your ways due to the achievements of adulthood.
Early love life was supposed to be the best,
Pure of hearts like a mother bird taking care of her young and nest,
Making endless promises while making sure you both survive time's surreal test,
Only to call it quits due to some unforeseen circumstances among the rest.
Being yourself has no other definition than being original,
Standing out among the rest in terms of being outspoken or confidential,
Living a life of your own while also aiming to be very essential,
Then losing your ways because of the pressure from people on you being so full of yourself and irrational.
All goes down as memories when you decide to sit and think,
Smile silently with your handy cup of drink,
Getting your eyes full of tears with every single blink,
Left to you to make up your mind if you want the ship to sail on or sink.
Temitope Omotoso
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BLASPHEMY OR INJUSTICE
PoesíaBLASPHEMY OR INJUSTICE is a poetry collection about rare opinions on the reality, truth, and fiction surrounding the mysterious existence of life. As the author of this masterpiece, my theoretical knowledge explains my comprehension on the highs and...
