CHRONICLES OF ME

CHRONICLES OF ME

My back against the wall and my anterior against the world.
In critical situations, the chronicles of me.
At times the story seems changed but sometimes today assumes a tautology of yesterday.
The glory that I claim and the troubles that I face together with their ingredients makes a story so tasty.
Sweet plus bitter, pain to end with gain, some things won't just happen again.
Even if they hold the power, may the old days not hold me

DAUDA ONAWOLA
IG: d.phinix
@onawolaDAUDA

MY POETRY

MY POETRY MY EMOTIONS MY PAIN..

Poetry is everything a poet feels,we express ourselves in our poems.
But mostly my poetry comes from my pain and heartache, and dark memories of a troubled past that I try to forget.
My days don't see much sunshine as that represents happiness, my days are filled with dark clouds and thunder storms soon I feel the lightening will strike me.
Dark skies film over my eyes, and in the distance I see the outline of you disappearing out of my life FOREVER.....
A tsunami wave of emotions are waiting to come through my pen to crash onto my paper, soon it will land and wash all my emotions away.
But until then I'll just sit in the eye of the storm.....

by angel rose...

JEJE ANGEL ROSE MUHAMMED

SECRET

SECRET

It all happened in the time before now
What I said was what you heard
What I wrote was what you read
What I did was what you saw
What I held in mind is what you still don't know
And it is the same here

DAUDA ONAWOLA
IG: d.phinix
@onawolaDAUDA

DIVINE WAX

DIVINE WAX

I am the transparent wax that is melting
The astral light is the one heating
But I am not burning out
Because I am not fuelling the flame
So I am not going to be dark
Because it won't flow in me

The world is really hitting the hustlers
Young people with the mind of transparent sheet of glass
All they do, to survive and upgrade their class
But some other lights wish to shine on them
That transparency will no longer be for them
That you may look through and see nothing
Aside the darkness that is so hidden well

Why would they break?
And what other choice do they have?
Terrorism and all of crime
Xenophobia and all of hatred
Things with us that we know not and do not want

The astral light kept burning
I shall stand it and keep melting
In hunger and sleeplessness
The worst to happen to the transparent mind
Is to go white
And not be dark as the valedictory night
Of the boy that died on the street

DAUDA ONAWOLA
IG: @d.phinix