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onyinye2:
I loved the poem. Especially the last sonnet that focused on love. It was beautiful.

Why thank you.

Joseph6:
well its good its long and i read about the first and second line then three others in between and i'll say thumbs up but only if its original because u know it wont cost a dime 2 copy and paste someone else's work.i'm a literature guy i love art. . . . . .  i am art and this particular piece shldnt be on nl alone u shld do somethin about that. KUDOS

Thank you? By the way, if you doubt this poem's originality, you can check out my other poems on Nairaland.

onyinye2:
But just don't think you can out do you me when it comes to love [i]"The Confessions of a Love Slave" [/i]was just the tip of the ice berg of what i have in store.

You really want to have a verbal duel with me.

LadyT:
Why you gotta write so well

Aww. . . sweetie. Thanks.

Take your time.

I take it in
Like fresh air and a good cigar
Like sit back reflect cause every now and then its good to see life from a different perspective
I take it in like wet sand between my toes
Like watching the sunset and rise and marvel on the ingenuity of God to create such a divine definition of love
The world
I take it in
The pain
Like whips of a cane to the soul
Like war in the eyes of a child
Like blood on the hands of a widow
Like Lago’s words to Othello
Beware of the green eyed monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on
Losing their life because the other can’t get none
Sometimes this world doesn’t feel right but who am I to change its direction
I take it in
Like a fatal injection
Deadly serum of deception
Every nation at a point has been lied to
Truth has been sacrificed for the so-called common good
I take it in though
Inhale the spokes of burning buildings and marshmallow on a stick
While I’m roasting marshmallows, bodies roast across the world
Knowledge is power…but sometimes I close my ears and choose ignorance
Can’t have that marshmallow burn
I take it in
Like your warmth on my skin
Like love is everything
I take love in
Like holding hands all day, talk all night,
Start small fights just to end the night freaky right
Like love songs, and sonnets
Like me, you and a bottle of wine,
Chocolate, strawberries and no concept of time
Like those days you were mine
I take it in

Err. . . Got anything you want to talk about?

Thank you very much miss Onyinye.

7 Eleven in New York? Yeah.

I am sorry I haven't posted anything recently and to make it up here is a long scene for murder. Hope you like it.

Murder

The silence in the car was so thick even the sharpest of knives could not cut through it. She was sitting beside me with lips pursed, head on one hand and the other placed perfectly within her closed thighs, looking out the window. We just had a bad argument and it was time for the aftershock, the silent treatment. I hated this game because I always lost to her. It seemed like Ne-Yo was talking about her when he wrote “When You’re Mad”, because she looked so ravishing when she got angry at me.

Minutes later, I began to feel uncomfortable but my selfish pride got the best of me and would not let me apologize. I mean why should I apologize? Everyone argues right? We will just get home, have some makeup sex and everything will blow over. I turned on the radio and Alicia Keys’ “Like You’ll Never See Me Again” came on. I sang along, hoping she would smile or say something but she did not. Instead, she gave me the “what-the-hell-is-wrong-with-you” look and turned off the radio. Yet, I refused to back down. “It is a nice April evening, ain’t it?” Silence. I glanced at her and then at my rearview mirror and noticed that blue Toyota Camry has been following me for a while but then again many people use this route so it could be coincidental.

20 quiet minutes later as we exited the freeway, she finally broke the silence, “Remember to stop at 7 Eleven.” Though she whispered it, it felt like a refreshing cold breeze on a hot summer day. “Why?” Then she gave me the “don’t-act-like-you-don’t-know” look. Silence. Truth was, I knew why but I just wanted her to say something. I pulled into 7 Eleven and she grabbed her purse and went in while I waited by the car. Deep in thought about my relationship, work and life in general, I did not notice the blue Camry pulling in and the driver walking towards me, I snapped back to reality when I heard a gun click. I looked up and saw a hooded man pointing a gun to my head.

“Hi there, remember me?”
Silence.
He chuckled and took off his hoodie and I stared at him in shock; standing in front of me was my girl’s ex. He whispered, “Why are you acting like surprised? Thought you could steal my girl and go scot free, didn’t you?”
No response.
“Fucking answer me!” he whispered louder.
“What, what do you want? What do you want me to say or do?” I said, all the while looking for a way to salvation.
“It’s too fucking late nigga. You done lost all of your chances. I warned you because you was feeling like you was the shit, weren’t you nigga? Well, you see this gun? This toast ain’t gon’ decide not to shoot you because it thinks you is cute and gentlemanly and all that shit that hoe said you was. This shit is gon’ blow your fucking brains out.”
“Don’t you think she deserves the right to…”
He butted in, “to do as I fucking say. If I tell her to get her ass back in the house and remain there till I return, I expect her to do it to the last letter. ”
“Look I know you’re mad and I’m sorry it didn’t…”
“Just shut the Bleep up. That’s why I hate your kind. Y’all talk and care too fucking much.”
I kept quiet and he pulled out a bag from his back pocket and sniffed in some white stuff. Then he said, “Whatchu know about crack, pretty boy? Nothing.”
He put the bag back in his pocket, looked at his watch, and he said “Know what time it is?” I gulped then shook head.
“It is 2:05 am. Does it bear any resemblance?”
I thought and shook my head trying so hard to appear calm and collected while my heart was beating fast.
“What happened that morning of the 5th of February last year?”
I breathed in sharply and open my eyes wider. It was the morning I asked her to be my girlfriend. Now, I really had to escape because he had the mind of a serial killer, was a drug addict and was pointing a gun to my head. My mind flashed back to the argument in the car, if only I had listened to her and bought a damn gun…
“I’m happy to remember that because that would be the last thing you remember.”
I saw his finger on the trigger, heard two shots, felt a sharp pain, closed my eyes and fell to the cold hard floor. Silence. Then I felt a tap on my shoulder and a familiar voice said “Get up, let’s get out of here.” I looked up and saw my girlfriend holding a gun and her serial killer of an ex on the floor in a pool of blood. She pulled me up and put in me in the passenger seat and drove towards my place. “I need to get to a hospital” I said. “She looked at my wound and said “No, the bullet merely grazed you. You’ll live.”
“How did you get a gun and learn to shoot?”
“I always had one and baby, I’m from the south, all we ever do is shoot things.” She looked at me, smiled and continued, “I heard all he said, the sonofabitch is crazy and I’m sorry he attacked you.”
“It’s ok. Any other psychotic boyfriends I should know about?”
She laughed, “No.”
“Thank goodness. By the way you win. I will get a gun as soon as I heal.”
She smiled all the way back to my place.

Thanks Gamine, I'll take a look at it.

@Sisikill, LOL!! C'mon post something for me.

djikb:
how's this:
it creeps up into my thoughts every time
how it happened again and again as i let my conscience die
to think it all started as a joke, a simple thrust and a poke
but now it hardly strikes me as a crime

i need not bother you with details gory
life after death is another story
just as death is a waste of birth
life is a waste of death

This makes me want to broaden the topic to include poetry. Nice work man.

@HCH3COO, Damn you're being hella pathetic right now that I refuse to grace you with my attention. So, don't worry if I don't reply your posts, I'm simply ignoring your envy.

@Doyin, that was a fresh innovative way to come at the topic.

@timmfikk, Wow.

timmfikk:
So can we know the type of murder you are talking about, lady t, lets hear from your library abeg~

Anything. Be creative.

LadyT:
I'm begging please don't let our topic be locked we are just playing!

Unless Seun comes here, I doubt anyone else can lock it. But I'll be pissed though if it's locked.

For those joining, here are the topics

1) Falling in Love for the first time

2) You just found out that your boy/girlfriend or spouse cheated on you

3) The club

4) Erotica (sensual not necessarily the nitty gritty cause then that's porn)

5) Life changing moment

6) Fear

7) Anger

8 ) Murder

onyinye2:
Oka WE ARE DONE!!! we are done acting like high school students, may we please move on to the next topic.

Aiit Miss. Forget about all the talk about us. We know the truth about us so it shouldn't matter what others think or imagine. They are just playing with your head. I've put the new scenario up so go ahead and write your thoughts.

HCH3COO:
Steve, I didn't know you could get so emotional. Lousy girl. Get back on topic.

Ruby come control your crackhead husband. I think he has forgotten to take his pills today and jealousy is making it hard for him to breathe when he hears my name.

davidylan:
I thot the next scenario shld be - The Harem  

ROFL!!

djikb:
hi everyone
i want to join in
hone a coupla cool literary skills if i must say so myself

Go ahead and join. Free for all.

So we have been having some requests to talk about murder so. . .

Scenario 8: Murder

It ain't about shit getting to me. It's about you constantly attacking me, heck even KarmaMod sees it

KarmaMod:
CH3coo why are you so bitter?

Wow so many posts to respond to

Damn! Ibkaye mad props to you. You really took me back to my first club experience with the fake ID thing and the sexual tension. I cannot wait to see it completed.

HCH3COO:
You will barely feel those tiny tickles he calls thrusts.

Dude you've been coming at me foul for a while now and I have been ignoring you but this I will not ignore. You have crossed the line. What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you being a hater right now?