TAME

How far can u let it go? Do you even want to let it go? Can’t rely on it to beating. It’s just another night and it wants me to let it free for once.  It wants to Fly up in the sky, dig deep down the gutter and playfully shoot everyone around. 

For once it wants to live, without any speculations, judgments; it wants to love fiercely with no one in between no religion no regulations. Its wants to be set free yet how far can it go?

It wants to dream big devoid of it being broken when reality hits harder than a truck. It wants to travel land and sea, to find chemistry more than a science. Climb the highest peak and it wants me right beside it yet how far can I go?

It is drained of telling me what it wants for I always give ’em broken promises. It challenges my opinion, pry in my business detect a lie. It says am hideous, hideous at showing my emotions. I like to keep my issues down yet how far can I go?

It’s always darkest before the dawn; it refuses to give up on me and a strenuous task to get rid of it. Yet how long can I deny?  I really like it to take over me for it promises to show me a new side of the world. How can I agree when we are both the same person with paradox inhaled? Yet how far can we go?

WE KNOW!!!

Wings were suppose to make you soar high, not bring you tumbling down. It should make you feel free, make you invincible but instead it’s like a weigh that drags you down. Even weighs can be tossed out at one point but these wings are attached to you like a dreadful past that you ought to forget but can’t and comes back to haunt you in your good days. It’s like a ghost on your shoulder that no matter how hard you try, you just can’t shake it off.

You are one in a hundred with beautiful colours swirling all over you, like god sent his most precious painter to carve striking patterns like you were an empty canvas. This is at least what you would like to believe. The way the giants look at you in awe while you would make sure everyone is happy like a little super hero you are.  But deep in the core you know it would never be enough. The one in your tiny world who taught you everything, whom you treated like your world, to whom you showered with every hard work and strong drive and you still know you would never be enough to them.

That’s when you would feel like a trash, to cut out the wings and bury them and set yourself free. Very ironic how could the one thing that you were very sure of make you feel so lost. Like you were gratified with the most fine-looking sunset and somehow your vision betrays you and you can’t seem to figure out anything. Like you were dragged into a ghost town, no one to trust and everything would be falling out and you would be left with your tiny hands to put everything back into places.

You wonder if they really wanted you to succeed in the first place. Why squander away time in teaching you if they had had enough of you. Now here you are in the moment when everything is calm and collected falling off a height with a cut out wing, spinning round and round as if the world around you would disappear if it goes any faster. But you had never felt so right, so happy at the moment and everything falls into pieces. No pride and No prejudice. And you never felt at peace than in the moment.

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hi to all the readers.. i ve been very busy lately thats why i have been failing to update.
after i get back to my college i promise to write more.
i have lots of articles in my draft and hoping to publish soon.
thank you

put on a happy face.

They have worked so hard to make me what I am today. I still remember the blazing sun burning their skin as they put me piece by piece, making me stand strong. Days passed and my existence became a slow progress. Every minute felt like it was being dragged into hours. Workers became sluggish; they didn’t have the glitter in their eyes as it did when they first decided to work on me. As time progressed, frustration was the only word I could come up with, following their actions. They began yelling, words flew like a dagger striking deep. It was then I realized that it was all because of me and never in my few months of existence had I wanted to be disassembled to take to pieces.

But they still worked on me, few months passed and I could finally see their eyes shine with pride as they looked at me like their precious possession. As the sun hit my polished skin, shining bright as ever, I hear them say that people don’t have to worry. I wondered what that meant. I didn’t have to ponder much on what it meant as people started walking on me. They were astounded by me. Their smooth fragile finger touched my ice cold skin and I could hear them say that I was strong and nothing could ever break me, some even called me beautiful. I stood stronger with pride if it was even possible.

And the day came when I was amazed to see something roll on me. It glided on me  smoothly as if butter had been applied on me. And as more cars started to move effortlessly on me, I thought to myself that I would never get tired of that feeling.

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Times were happy, I was happy to serve those beautiful people. I could see them getting back to their loved ones because of me. And I had never felt so useful.

The wind blew strong, rain poured hard, sun blazed but I stood strong. People started littering on me, dogs started pooping but I stood strong. It was funny to see people drunk and puking on me with their wobbly feet wanting to make it to the other end of me and I still stood strong.

Slowly my skin began to peel off, no longer shining, I could feel my back hurt as more vehicles passed through me but I was still happy because it was working out well with my people.  I was growing old but was still proud of myself.

Slowly I could feel my pride walking away from me as those vehicles refused to back out and made me watch them curse each other. It was endearing to watch them fiercely counteract wanting to reach their destination first and the irony to it was they were wasting time. What about the time being wasted of those who are patiently waiting for them to sort out their differences. I wonder if they had any emergencies to attend to.

All I ever wanted was to serve them, bring out those toothy grins. Now all I do is wait for the time where my back would give in and my old self will be replaced with someone wider, stronger, and shinier and people will take pride in calling it theirs. At the back of my mind I would always remember I would be taken away for good one day. Until then I will put on a happy face and stand a little stronger because that’s all a bridge can do.