Gleektales

TEN LINES OF LIES The words in this poem are true, The world is better with you; I'm glad that we met, I have no regret. You meant a lot to me, With you I felt free; You never raised your voice, Nor failed to give me a choice. It's not my fault you had to die, I always loved your smile. © Princewill 👁️

White Stereotype This could be us. Bonding in saliva and in fever I love you so much Denver But you labeled me a taker Since my people have been taking from you forcefully I didn't even support them fully Behind the scenes I was fighting for you wholly I'm timid, naive and afraid to fight for you openly Cause I'm sacred I will be labeled a traitor This could be us! Sharing one heart, while listening to the music you love But here we are, far away from you The sins of my people tearing us apart Give or take Everyone is here for themselves Can't we be here for ourselves and not against our heartbeat Shouldn't we been fighting for our love, tearing the skin that took us apart This could be us! But no this is not us How can this be us When my love is seen as plot to explore your body Every of my kindness is perceived as a silent threat I'm even afraid to touch your melanin skin Because I will be labeled a rapist When in reality I'm just a pianist Exp...

Black Disease This could be us! But you named me black; A parasite of human race. My color is a disease, isn't it? The milk you don't want to taste twice. The devil you never want to get related with. You distaste me with your mind. Pump lies at me with your heart. Rubbed me in the dirt with your eyes. Twisted my fate with your mouth. Yet that isn't enough Till you stained your hands with my blood. But the good news is, Your white history isn't complete without blacks; Ask Barrack Obama, who ruled you for years. Or ask the black Angel of your country, Dr Martin Luther King Jr, what he dreamt of; definitely not racism. Your book of white history is still stained in black, Ask George Stinney Jr, Yes! The fourteen years old boy who took a rough ride to heaven for what offense? Oh now I know; he has that black disease which is indeed killing you. You might have forgotten but history is still intact. 1944 won't forget June 16. You beat ...

The White Python A white bolt dances across the sky, Nature’s raw untamed power, Lightning! Casting the landscape in silhouettes. A Boom! A Crack!  Its partner follows suit. Performers in an eternal dance. A weapon of the Gods. Yet mere men seek to tame it. Rainmakers they call themselves, Men of charms and drabs. The white python has no master. Wrecking carnage at its bidding Does a snake ever bite its tail? The’ boom announces its dance, Its messenger, its fore runner. They say fear is not a thing for men. And so Okonkwo danced with the python, And met his end.

The Manager Every rising  sun Meets me on the farm Not mine Nor my father's But someone else's Every setting sun Leaves me in a big compound Where I toil not my field Nor my parents But that which  Is for a stranger Thou I'm a man of age I couldn't help but manage I couldn't man age Instead age man me Bossing me to obey it's command I am a famous man For poverty dwells with me Pain is my anchor And bitterness my best friend I am dressed in a robe of penury The crown of poverty adorns me On my hands are bangles of hopelessness Complimenting my beautiful outfit of doom I have no one to look up to But the supreme up above No where to turn to Even a house, I didn't own I eat the delicacies of sorrow Drank the wine of anguish, In a mansion of wretchedness I am king I manage all I have I mean all of nothing I am a manager Who manage his life, A stupendous manger ® Sam Petros

The greatest and deadliest of all times A love so strong, would push you to sin You can't resist as long as it insists Could be pure and also dangerous Could be safe and also your darkness It consumes like fire For the love of a mother Is the most dangerous ever © Maracci

What are we in this life What are we in this life What are we in this life What are we in this life What are we in this life What are we in this life Each time I attend a burial, it only leaves me with one big  question, "what are we in this life?"  And I ask again, what are we in this life? At times, I meet people boasting on the road. "Do you know who I am?" This might just be a lawyer. if I may ask do you leave this world with those certificate? So my brother you are just sand and dust and to it you must go back, so everything you must have acquired on this earth remains invalid. A hymn in Anglican church reminds me of something, "we can only be remembered by what we have done" we can only be remembered by the legacy we leave behind and not what we are because we are just dust. All the prides of life has no where to take us, those mansion with will be acquired by others, not just others but who we don't know when we are gone. Oh man why so arro...

Where are the real ones! Two,  three,let's start again. Always the same process again and again. Always feels like a rerun. Connect, realize they are fake, disconnect Only to connect again, realize they are fake again, disconnect again. I wonder when this cycle of attaching and detaching will end. Will it ever? I guess the answer is never. Isn't there just one person Who I will feel is not a betrayer, Who I will feel is realYet loving the realism. I mean, will I ever find In anyone, honesty, When it comes to the words, "I care for you." Won't the next friend Or the Next lover Be a lie again. Will I and the right one Ever cross paths? The odds scream, "nay!" Will I ever meet people of my own kind. The odds still scream the same thing. Good guy, go on dream about this thing, As if you're going to get any of it When you, with absoluteness, know you won't. I just fight the fight, Knowing someone's won it. Still, I won't lose hope, I'll wa...

Breeze breath. Walking down the road, I feel done and dead. I feel disconnected My mind, my legs My hands, my stomach And my heart All in different places. Suddenly, a cool breeze hits me. Wow, it does mollify me It does sooth me to some extent. Only if we breathed that, Take a deep breath and you will understand. Air so cool and comforting. I know, no one ever took notice of that. I'm better now. Though just a bit down, I know, if it keeps on this way, Eventually I'll be completely fine. Just one more or a couple more Deep breaths and I'll be fine. ©obrianmazunda

ODE TO LIFE Life, it still confuses me Why are we alive? Life was given to me Should that make me lucky We should be thankful to the gift of life But sometimes I feel life should be thankful to us Life lives off our fears and sadness Our Joys and happiness Our sorrows and Thanksgiving We feel that we feed from life But maybe life feeds from us Maybe we make life live Maybe we give life to life Just maybe, we are the reason life exists © Maracci

Martin Martino: The Lion's Throne ×× prologue ×× Some people are very lucky to have a normal life while some are not. I was a happy little girl living with my family,and just one night change my life forever. I was trained to be an assassin, I was trained hard for that. leagues of Assassin is a place where someone life means nothing A place where power and authority speaks more than words. But I was given a second chance to live. Everyday I struggle to survive. The leagues of assassin live by many principles and rules. Rule number one, never fall in love I was trained to be an hardhearted assassin. Rule number two, never show your weakness to others, because it may be used against you. And rule number three. Kill without mercy. Welcome to leagues of Assassin. {Chapter 1} ANITA'S POV Anita!! Ani!! Oh not again, I said as I stopped playing with my friends to answer my mother's call. Am Anita, by two I would be eighteen years old. Am the only child of my parent. I and my pa...