Addictive Struggles

Addictive Struggles

So much has changed,
Some of my pieces broken,
My innocence estranged,
And my actions unspoken,

There are midnight struggles,
Covered by my morning glows,
Am scared of the troubles,
Cause life served enough blows,

Where I put a full stop. I find a comma,
Cause the struggle keeps finding me,
I hope they still proud, even in my drama,
I miss the days that I was me.
Because am lost can’t find me

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© Noel the poet 2019

Innermost griefs

Innermost griefs

Tear of emotions whelping down,
Should I keep wishing,
Cause am tired of searching,
For that love that got me drown

That embrace on you face,
When your eyes got lost on mine,
I don’t miss the time I miss the moments,
I can’t say am fine cause your absence brought ailments,

Am weaker everytime I get bigger,
I was stronger when you held me,
The near falls that you saved me,
The touch that birthed vigor,

I can’t move,
You are nowhere to push me,
How I can I behave,
When you absence cannot guide me,

Am now jealous of your absence,
I guess it’s lovely where you are present,
I know you’ll keep winning on my absence,
But I am here, hoping to meet you where you’re present.

The Inner-Tie

The Inner-Tie

I want to talk about something,
I keep thinking from deep inside my heart and it keeps hurting,
The hurt that Keeps strangling My breathing,
when am thinking about it I feel drained with pain and I fell strained,
Listen, Just the other Day,
The Day before the Day and I mean the Past of Yesterday I met her,
Her Beauty like a star twinkling on my scars that incurred from my last Heartbreak,
Looking at her eyes I felt she was the one, even though Deep inside me I doubted that I was the one for her, But I still followed her,
Then it started with the walks and talks on the streets as we mock our talks,
Then Hallo Babbie could you come over, Over my Mind, I knew this wasn’t right but I kept going consoling myself that, it’s going to be anything But,
But the Pillow fights and talks ended up being everything that led us to the Battlefield,
where Pain was Pleasure and we were under pressure,
Fighting ourselves into sin, we went deeper into the sinful Depth,
dying from the inside, but Wrapped up in pleasure,
ruining the future Treasure, and Killing my inner treasures
and before we knew it,
we were torn beyond measure with our souls tied together,
the end was in silence, like Adam and Eve we felt exposed, guilt Proposed
and before I Knew it My heart said yes to shame, hate, shocked and
worried that the shame that I Planted inside of her could grow out into Blames,
then I forced her to take the pill that could push the Bill away, forgetting that Guilt will never get out of my way, then Love became Hate,
Hate is what we ate, every time we met, Hate is what we felt, I kept promising myself that I will be fine with time,
But every time I thought I was fine the thought of that Day Kept coming my way, Her impression became my Depression, I felt weak, my inner self was sick tied to the other, cause the guilt inside of me eat me from within and killing my inner powers,
then it hit me that it was time to confess, but how was I to confess it,
was i to confess the day, or the act, should i say sorry lord it was too sweet to stop, Or should i say sorry Lord for that Day, But anything can happen cause I could still feel myself inside the pot, I asked myself what is the meaning of confession when your desires urge you not to stop?? to be continued……….

PAIN

PAIN

If only water could dilute you then I would prefer being aquatic,
If only a dose of your killer would get you off my heart,
Then I would overdose it,
Am running out of tears cause the feeling of you in me is so intense.
Making it hard to fall for happiness,
You took away my nights of sleep forced me to embrace you,
Pain who are you and what do want from me,
Ain’t you tired of the troubles you cost me,
Ain’t you tired of draining the wells of my tears,
Ain’t you tired of giving me doubts n fears,
Ain’t you satisfied even after happiness dumbed me.
Ain’t you tired of giving me restless nights.
Pain please leave me alone,
Pain can you hear me?
I don’t need you in my life
Pain ain’t you tired of shrinking my gains,
And killing all my inner powers,
Pain what do want from me?
You’ve corrupted my mind with past memories to honor your presence,
Am gaining losses and losing my senses,
Pain, I am writing this to you, please let go of me,
I found Peace as my true love.

WHAT’S LOVE?

WHAT’S LOVE?

What is Love without Sacrifice?
What is love without going out of your way for others,
What is Love without paying the prize for others selfishness?
Paying the Prize for Our iniquities.

Love is not Love without your sacrifice on that cross,
Love is not Love without your blood that was shed to cleanse Our Souls.
Love is not Love without your death that gave us life
Love is not Love without the pain and suffering that earned us forgiveness.
Love is not Love if he didn’t give us his only begotten son to die for our sins.

God is Love
He is kind
He is selfless
He never fails
He is humble
He is truthful
He is faithful

Love is not Love it was not for him
Love is Love when we believe he lives inside of us.
Love is Love when we accept, Believe, and Confess that He died for us and we should live for him.

Love is love when I sacrifice My desires to Glorify Him,
Love is Love when I choose to walk through the Righteous paths,
Love is Love when I share it with others,
By preaching the good love of the Father,

God is love and Love is Love when he lives inside.

noel the poet 2019

Dear FUTURE

Dear FUTURE

DEAR FUTURE
I Hope this finds you well, am sure we never met but am writing this hoping and praying one day i will meet you, i have longed for that day, i have a question though, Do i have to be rich to get to you? cause i hear many people saying that they are saving for the future, is that what you told them, that they have to save to meet you, cause it has never been easy for me but i keep trying, i hope you will answer me when we meet, someone told me that today was you 10 years ago and as we keep getting closer to you, you always move,why wouldn’t you just stop so that people could find you, do you know that billions of people work hard save up, build up their lives invest so that they can get to you alive and rich and many of them end up dying and all the efforts goes in vain, its only few who make it, i heard you and Tomorrow got married, how did you guys met was she your PA cause every time we try to get to you we must first find her, she not easy to find, she is a rare gem i should say, you seem lucky, i heard that your generation are the young kids i see on our streets, and i keep asking myself how old are you? you must be old enough to have a generation of kids, people here say that your world was named after you, how are people looking like there,i guess i have a lot to ask,i hope you will get to read this and write back, Even if you don’t i will still write to you.

Yours
ME
Your Past, My Present.

Her Coloured Identity

Her Coloured Identity

On her face were the colors of a rainbow
But deep inside her, was a dark hole with a lonely shadow,
Her colors weren’t expectations of rain,
But to cover her inner pain,
She is a full woman to the world
But broken inside,
She had all the fame to earn her pride
But she was hollow and lonely inside,
They liked what they saw on her pictures
Followed every moment she could cupture,
The same world that she hoped to find a future,
Didn’t know her inside was made of a suture,
Cause on her face were the colors of a rainbow
But deep inside her, was a dark hole with a lonely shadow.
She was told to follow her Heart,
Every time she did, her life became an art,
An Art from the Artist heart,
But no one knew the Heart that inspired the Art,
Her inside were fears,
The colours on her face were signs of tears,

@Noel the Poet 2018

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