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Fell in love with a ghost,
Am I sane?
This isnt real,
I've impregnated nature,
So sweet with a smile,
I love a being that's not real,
I'm human,
I wish she was,
Though she used to be,
She came to me in my dream,
In her white apparel,
Am I romancing the lost?,
She says I'm cute,
With her pouty lips,
What a sweet burn of incense,
My every being wants her nothingness,
She seems so real,
I'm in love with a ghost,
Her presence makes me calm,
With a gentle rush of wind,
Where can I find a body,
I wanna know her,
And feel the kiss of her lips,
I'm in love with a ghost,
Oh! the morning dew,
Brings memory of the dead past,
She is dead and gone,
Yet I still love her,
Made up my mind to let go,
Only to hear her soft wails by my door,
Now the night is near,
My heart is shut,
And I miss her,
My mortal soul burn for a ghostly being,
Who shall set me free from my ghostly love?,
Only the heart that loves her,
Can make the sacrifice of letting go.



This is dedicated to the broken hearted,finding it so hard to let go of a love so fond, and to those living with an obsession/addiction.

Source: happily written by faradexs09

Lizzyposh Mhizizzy oya come drop comments 2 readers iyaf do ..on a lighter note need comments nd humble criticism, just writing for fun though,it might as well be my diary...

I'm searching for a world,
It seems so distinct,
A world of my yearning,
A world of grace,
cant wait to be in a world,
where all my sorrows are gone,
where happiness drives my day,
where I can hold hands with kinky,
and feel at home,
a world where my thoughts are expressed,
In one uniform gaze of hope,
a world where my feelings melt,
like a warm sugar,
wanna walk in panes of green,
wanna walk on streets of hope,
need a world where my failure makes me smile,
because success isnt so far,
I wanna be embraced in twigs of love,
I wanna share the ectasy of fun,
and hold cute lil babies that smiles alot,
need a world filled with laughter,
a world where my wrongs wouldnt count,
wanna be in a world,
where I'm special,
and all is bright in love,
Till I find that world,
would keep searching,
Until my search comes to naught.


Source: written by pfaladay(excerpts from the daily poems 23/11/14)

Episode 3( living wild)
It's 8pm in my room going through the work of the day, I flaked in class today slept through most of my morning classes, after rows of night out with the guys, I planned this night will be different(yawns), what a tiring day it was, being the senior prefect and had to control lot of things, as I was thinking about my busy day, I remember I collected cash for the fish tank ,I cant find it in my purse,chai!...sunjay must have played a fast one on me again( slowly drifts towards the bathroom),I then took a calm shower forgetting the ordeals of the day, then came a soft knock on my window(scared..hurriedly reached for my cloths as I held a long stick preparing for what may ensue) then I heard the soft voice of ishola omo baba mutamuta, the notorious sex deviant of my school who happens to be my close pal all because he gives me a tough time in chemistry, is either I'm ahead of him in the score sheet or he leads me with a lame gap,I liked him for this,though his behaviours were sometimes off balance..(I walked towards the window pane softly whispers), Ishola omo baba mutamuta what brings the owl here at this hour, he silently replied:''e-don there is a show tonight ooo, come out it will be special'', I hesitated remembering how have wasted the pasts days and the final ssce exam is here,cant afford to fail, on the other hand my mind screams for adventure, I slowly crept out of the house and hop into ishola's car and off he zooms.

Gonna update more 2mao, preparing for an MB exam, and ve just got one loyal reader,hope people come in here,it's more than a tale,it's an experience drink....good'day

Cul

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Continuation(episode 2)-ENDORPHINS
....until the last term of SS2, right on the assembly the proprietor dictates the reprisentatives for the local JET competition, I knew I'll be there but , I had no idea of who was going with me, my name was mentioned anthony(e-don), I smiled waiting for my partner's name to be announced, it turned out to be angela oye, wow!....(she has been my night fantasy since class 1)...I licked my lips forgetting it's a competition not a chick-hunt.
Two days after, participant are lodged into hostels and then came the calm morning of the exam, the two of us in a big coaster bus conveying the participants to the exam, I sat beside her(angela...she is a fair girl just on thelarche, beauty that could make the eyes melt and she was intelligent). As I sat beside this girl, I noticed the monster in me raising it's ugly head, what could be the cause, this hot girl had her firm breast firmly lodged to my back, my veins were engulged, feelings of rawness encapsuled me, I've not felt this way before, then I heard the ''candidate please hop down from the bus!'', scream of my teachers, I was rock hard, my 'pen' had jettisoned through the button gape, ashamed to walk, I simply made the, I want to pee gesture, thanks my teacher understood, how his boy was growing to a man, I slowly cornered my self away from this girl giving me a penile pleasure and so it all subsides.
In the examination hall with questions to tackle, all that flicker in my mind was her hard buds, geez agriculture I skipped, had to get to furthermaths before my brain start ticking, hell no angela gave me a tough time, exams finished and candidate waited for the scores, luckily I passed, she flopped, the last aspect lifts me up which I had a 10/10 that was the point I was, when I recovered from angela.
I went for the national round with four other guys, and luckily my state came second, things went cool for sometime till the last days of high school.....*to be continued*

I e-don(edun omobolaje anthony) was born in the remote village of ayegbajeje on the 7th day of the mid-year,and in the years of the plenty(90's) grew up fast and had passion for sport, renting tricycles from baba lekan to push along my street without denting untill safely returned, became my hobby at four. Boys and girls all alike came out to play and have fun, why we boys stroll along the street of ayegbaje in our thick sole, navigating the crude streets with fun in our eyes ,my childhood was quite eventful, and grew up pretty fast till my last years of high school when life start to become more real, girls are no longer just girl, I now have vivid detailing of girls on thelarche(breast buds) , they seem to be rather sexual and with creepy fantasies occupying my mind no one really noticed the change in me, most mothers offcourse never bothered to what happened to their male kids as for me I was one of the brilliant chaps in school if not the best, being an A+ student, handsome and fresh with an accent any girl would not resist, girls flock around me like bees and never still have any evil agenda until....*to be continued*

note: this is fictitious with some onions of truth.

I'm a man who have seen the pain in love, hurts by the boils of nature, nourished to be strong and built not to complain, I'm made to last as long as my formed body and inner strength could take me, but I felt struck by the pains that burn through my flesh, conquered by the emotions I've sworn not to feel, oh no!, I'm not made to be weak, weakness reside in the vessel made of softer skins, it resides in the eyes prying with emotions, can't cry because I was taught never to, as real men won't, but this pain overwhelms me, I felt the loss of time, I could feel the rage of emotions burst from my being, waters of hope drain along my vessel, this torment of mine I must hold.
After few years of never ending sojourn, I've learnt crying doesn't make me weak, I cry for what I miss the most, the lost souls I wish could be held, the losses I wish it was a win, the heart that escapes my soul, the cuts that time cannot heal. A show of emotions helps me process my fear,the weakness in me,help me to be strong.
I'm a man even though I walk and fall on this sand of time, I shall rise again to win back my glory, to defeat my weakness, I shall show my strength in the face of fears, and with love will I carry out my actions, till the end of time even as my breadth escapes me, a man will not chicken out because thats who I am,even when hopes are bleak and the mouth couldnt muster, but to pray, the man in me shall survive.

Source : excerpt from my diary, ''after crying all night for losing what matter most''