Weekend Poems.

It's been a while...so I decided to dig these poems out... I mostly go with however it comes to my head. I would love to know which one you can relate to the most.

How The Narrative Changed.

Isn't it funny how the narrative has changed?

From the mindset that

you have to study to get rich to

you have to get rich to study?

Isn't it funny how the narrative has changed?

From the format that

you have to be gainfully employed to make a living to

you have to have the skill to make a living.

White-collar jobs no longer pay better than the blue collars

and education isn't the best legacy anymore,

sometimes, Que sera, sera isn't even so anymore,

As you now determine what your destiny is by yourself.

Isn't it funny how the narrative has changed?

Where were we when these things were changing?

Or were we told lies when we were growing up?

Because this reality doesn't look like what we were told.

Truly, the world isn't stationed at a point,

It's evolving and we need to adjust to its standard,

The narratives which we were told,

Has changed from what it used to be.

Life changes but the important thing is never to stop moving

Education pays for those who want to go on that line

And for those with skills and craft, just be diligent and it pays too

Life happens, and situations change but the hard work just never stops.

Rollercoaster Emotions.

It's scary, yet blissful,

it's funny, yet peaceful,

it's teary, yet happy,

it's threatening, yet lively.

The moment you are laughing and hurting at the same time,

The moment you are anxious and hopeful at the same time,

The moment you are trustful and doubtful,

you just don't know what you'll be feeling next.

Lovey-dovey and strife at the same moment,

truly, the heart really can't make decisions

unless it is properly controlled,

that's why you have to be in charge.

You take charge of your emotions

so it doesn't take charge of you,

you control your emotions

so you won't regret your decisions.

Emotions are rollercoasters

no matter how perfect you seem,

you have the tendency of being betrayed by emotions,

stay and take charge of it.

What Love Is To Me?

It is not the attraction at first sight,

neither is it the formation of words on his or her lips.

It isn't the structure of his or her body,

neither is it because of the calmness on his or her face.

It isn't the "You are beautiful",

neither is it the "I love you".

It isn't the "I want to be by your side"

neither is it the "We can be better for each other"

As much as love isn't all about just the feelings,

Love to me is,

the feeling I got when I made the decision to love you,

the feeling I get every time I am with you.

Love to me is,

the savoury words you fill my ears with,

the attention you lavish on me,

and the longing to be with you always.

Love to me is,

the level of understanding we have got for ourselves,

the cruise, play and vibes,

as well as the moment of our seriousness.

Love to me is,

the future we are planning, the world we are creating,

the memories we are making

and the promises we are keeping.

Creativity.

I know not why, but

some days, creativity pulls pranks on me

and some days, it just cooperates with everything in me

as though it's a member of the team.

Dear creativity, normally,

you are supposed to be a team with every other thing in me

and I, being the team lead, decides when to be on break.

Dear creativity, I have beckoned you to a board meeting today,

to accuse you of not seeking my consent before taking breaks.

What made you think you can make decisions on your own?

What made you think you are better than other team members?

Will you plead guilty or stand innocent?

Will you make amendments or remain adamant?

Tell me what your decision is,

even though you can not be executed by this team.

Shall we readjust the schedule to fit into yours?

Shall we give more incentives to motivate you?

Shall we give you consistent breaks to improve your productivity?

Dear creativity, let us know!

My Heart...For You.

I'm neither an artist nor a fetcher

but my heart draws to you.

I'm neither a drummer nor a teacher,

but my heart beats for you.

I know nothing about gravity,

but this thing pulling us close should be gravity.

I know little about matter

but I understand that you occupy the space in my heart.

Without you, I am like the earth in the beginning,

without form and void,

mostly, I feel like I am blinded by darkness

but your presence fills me with light.

My heart is for you,

the best and worst of my emotions,

the happiest and saddest of my days,

are filled with the thought of you.

Your presence made me wonder

how I survived before meeting you.

I really don't wish to go back to before,

I want my world occupied with the fruits of you and me.

Thank you for your time.

My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks. I am love's chemical content in human form and that's why I advise people to take a dose of "Olawalium" daily. 🙈

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