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| Eloghosa Osunde the Best-est Best Friend in the world. |
14 Dec 2011
13 Dec 2011
Judge Me
Judge the whispered breaths between words of determination,
neglecting the pleas of a friend on one line while death is on hold on the other,
Because love wasn't enough to make him hang up and pause the world from
free falling until it all went black.
Judge the powdered layers upon that beautiful face,
used to mask out what's real like a professional masquerade, blame it on the insecurities felt from years of neglect and words of rejection reminding her that wasn't good enough to feel pretty.
Judge the fact that her tee-shirt sleeves resemble the Nile,
a sweeping length of cloth covering up scars she spent hours trying to align and place in orderly fashion,
so that blood flows away in organised tributaries of pain.
Judge the laughter bouncing about in your ears like turbulent planes, resulting in
confusion at the misplaced identities of lame jokes but you won't know
the number of oxygen masks required to keep a pillow alive every night.
Judge the various excuses that are dropped like bombs in Iraq each
time you ask to come over to a house where drunkard father
and a bastard child remain hidden in armoured tanks called secrets.
Judge the protrusions of her ribs through stomach muscles that
have been forced in on a regular basis like a kidnapped child
being raped by the anorexic fingers of a teenage girl.
Judge his obsession to nail biting. Like a crack-head he can't do without
his daily drug because unlike you, there is a countdown
playing in the background and cancer is the examiner waiting by the clicking clock for him to submit his life.
And then you can judge me, for always having a reason for every abnormality,
informally accepted as an anomaly, because I always choose to see the good in people,
but judge yourself first, for taking up a role nobody gave you the script for.
neglecting the pleas of a friend on one line while death is on hold on the other,
Because love wasn't enough to make him hang up and pause the world from
free falling until it all went black.
Judge the powdered layers upon that beautiful face,
used to mask out what's real like a professional masquerade, blame it on the insecurities felt from years of neglect and words of rejection reminding her that wasn't good enough to feel pretty.
Judge the fact that her tee-shirt sleeves resemble the Nile,
a sweeping length of cloth covering up scars she spent hours trying to align and place in orderly fashion,
so that blood flows away in organised tributaries of pain.
Judge the laughter bouncing about in your ears like turbulent planes, resulting in
confusion at the misplaced identities of lame jokes but you won't know
the number of oxygen masks required to keep a pillow alive every night.
Judge the various excuses that are dropped like bombs in Iraq each
time you ask to come over to a house where drunkard father
and a bastard child remain hidden in armoured tanks called secrets.
Judge the protrusions of her ribs through stomach muscles that
have been forced in on a regular basis like a kidnapped child
being raped by the anorexic fingers of a teenage girl.
Judge his obsession to nail biting. Like a crack-head he can't do without
his daily drug because unlike you, there is a countdown
playing in the background and cancer is the examiner waiting by the clicking clock for him to submit his life.
And then you can judge me, for always having a reason for every abnormality,
informally accepted as an anomaly, because I always choose to see the good in people,
but judge yourself first, for taking up a role nobody gave you the script for.
Inspiration
I envy the way
inspiration just comes and slaps
men across the face,
rudely;
without any regard for who they may be.
I find it oddly profound
how she storms in through the doors
of your mind,
without remembering to knock or
to even inform you of her visit
And she doesn’t leave.
No, she lays on you like roses on mahogany caskets and
Her every move is tactfully calculated to produce results,
In form of
Wholesome ballads about the expired hearts of ex-lovers,
Which may or may not have led
To the premature death of
Love,
or
massive expanses of blue skies and
Blinding yellow sun sets between
juxtapositions of purple and grey and rhymes in unspoken
Poetry,
or
A criminally evasive painting hanging beside
its artist's elaborate description in bullet points
piercing your mind with confusion because really,
all you can see is a dot but they say its
Art,
and
the sweet movements of muscles
betraying the direction of the wind
as sweat beads erupt like volcanoes
but the beauty remains surreal
so just
Dance.
As inspiration sits before you
luring you with her presence and
Waiting for you to do with her as you wish
but watch as she draws you in.
Because sometimes,
when you get close enough
to smell her breath in your lungs
or to taste her lips on your tongue.
Close enough
to hear her voice in your mind
or to feel her scent on your skin.
Yes, I mean close enough,
so that you can even hear the sudden rush
of tidal waves
sending signals to your brain;
A billion ideas.
Inspiration leaves you;
you'll never get to catch the rose petals
as they fly away with the wind.
inspiration just comes and slaps
men across the face,
rudely;
without any regard for who they may be.
I find it oddly profound
how she storms in through the doors
of your mind,
without remembering to knock or
to even inform you of her visit
And she doesn’t leave.
No, she lays on you like roses on mahogany caskets and
Her every move is tactfully calculated to produce results,
In form of
Wholesome ballads about the expired hearts of ex-lovers,
Which may or may not have led
To the premature death of
Love,
or
massive expanses of blue skies and
Blinding yellow sun sets between
juxtapositions of purple and grey and rhymes in unspoken
Poetry,
or
A criminally evasive painting hanging beside
its artist's elaborate description in bullet points
piercing your mind with confusion because really,
all you can see is a dot but they say its
Art,
and
the sweet movements of muscles
betraying the direction of the wind
as sweat beads erupt like volcanoes
but the beauty remains surreal
so just
Dance.
As inspiration sits before you
luring you with her presence and
Waiting for you to do with her as you wish
but watch as she draws you in.
Because sometimes,
when you get close enough
to smell her breath in your lungs
or to taste her lips on your tongue.
Close enough
to hear her voice in your mind
or to feel her scent on your skin.
Yes, I mean close enough,
so that you can even hear the sudden rush
of tidal waves
sending signals to your brain;
A billion ideas.
Inspiration leaves you;
you'll never get to catch the rose petals
as they fly away with the wind.
22 Nov 2011
11 Nov 2011
Rumor Has It/Someone Like You
Glee has blown my head off! Literally.
I just watched the Santana/Mercedes cover of the Adele songs: Rumor Has It and Someone Like You and I cried. It was too captivating, Santana wowed me. Mercedes always Wow's me but their voices together? Heavenly. Im on #teamtroubletones now, forget the New Directions!!
I just watched the Santana/Mercedes cover of the Adele songs: Rumor Has It and Someone Like You and I cried. It was too captivating, Santana wowed me. Mercedes always Wow's me but their voices together? Heavenly. Im on #teamtroubletones now, forget the New Directions!!
7 Nov 2011
Free!!
Im done with my SATs!!!!
Finally.
I was so exhausted after I finished on Saturday that I just came back home and crashed. I pretty much slept this weekend even though I had a ton of school work to do. Oh well.
I also watched the Glee episode: Pot O' Gold andddddd I'm in love with that Rory Flanagan (Damian Joseph McGinty Jr, winner of the Glee Project) character's voice. His voice is amazing! I especially enjoyed his "Take Care of Yourself" cover; I almost cried. I can't wait for Samuel Larson to come on Glee now that Ive seen what Damian can do. I still can't believe he's only 19!! He's talented. Okay, enough glee, I can go on for hours.
Im freeee. I have mocks in January though -_-
I have to start studying soon.
Much love xo
Finally.
I was so exhausted after I finished on Saturday that I just came back home and crashed. I pretty much slept this weekend even though I had a ton of school work to do. Oh well.
I also watched the Glee episode: Pot O' Gold andddddd I'm in love with that Rory Flanagan (Damian Joseph McGinty Jr, winner of the Glee Project) character's voice. His voice is amazing! I especially enjoyed his "Take Care of Yourself" cover; I almost cried. I can't wait for Samuel Larson to come on Glee now that Ive seen what Damian can do. I still can't believe he's only 19!! He's talented. Okay, enough glee, I can go on for hours.
Im freeee. I have mocks in January though -_-
I have to start studying soon.
Much love xo
2 Nov 2011
My top 10 songs right now.
- Anything - P-square
- Voodoo - Naeto C
- Say it with me - Chris Brown
- Don't tell me you love me - Big Sean
- Oh my love - Chris Brown
- Princess of China - Coldplay ft Rihanna ( A Chichi & Mercedes Song )
- Asamkpokoto - P-square
- Next 2 you - Chris Brown ft Justin Bieber
- So much more - Big Sean
- Olofofo - Iceprince ft Wizkid
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