Tag Archives: Love

  • learning to let go of things that don’t want to be held onto

    image via dreamstime.com the firmer you hold onto a knife, the deeper it cuts into your palm Once in a while, you’d realise that you have been fighting a lost battle by loving people who don’t want your kind of love, wanting the wrong jobs, sacrificing for the wrong things. Because for some things (& people), …

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  • where my demons go

    Where Her Demons Go, We Will Follow (Symphonic Black Metal) — DivinumX ‘tis the time of night when your love strutsWith a mixed perfume of musk and havanaLike a strange deity, dark as the nightsLike a work of dead gods of the Savannah. ’tis that time of night I know how to tameMe, by writing; and you, …

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  • you’re at it again

    My skin crawlsmy face fallsmy heart shrinks;You’re at it again. Your voice unheardyour tales unreadthe laughs unshared;You’re at it again. Shame floods my beingdarkness veils my worlddoubts storm my heart;You’re at it again. I beg and hagglecoax and seduce;How could yoube at it again?! The eyes have bled,the heart has cried,the soul has echoed…Enough. I …

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  • unreal boys love like men

    I’m not a real boy;I am flighty, honest,lacking in manly wiles. ButI love like a man.Fiercely, sacrificially,open, fragile.jealously,possessively. Make me your all and only.Hanging on by chewed-up fingernails,hoping against hope,a deer caught in headlights. Butthere is only so muchmy mortal heart can take. I love like a man.

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  • The legacy of the goat in the mind of the Ghanaian

    …of dead goats, goat serums as cure for HIV and goats as bribes I was doing research for a piece about how goats are very much embedded into the Ghanaian culture and the fiber of Ghanamanism. The Dead Goat Theory / Black Narrator My research led me to very deep parts of Ghanaian blogosphere where I came …

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  • Last Night [POETRY]

    via KINGOFWALLPAPERS.COM There’s never been a night I wanted to whisper in your ear moreThan I did last night.I wanted to shape the cold breeze,And the pattering rain,And open your mind to mine. I want to lay my thoughts out like a morbid canvas;Spread the brain,Press out the creases,And show you the vivid colours swirling …

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  • Listen, I Love You. So Simple

    Hello Senam E, Listen to me young lady… I love you!!!! Do you get it? No, I don’t think you really understand. I think you have this idea that I’m fickle, that I’m capricious and unpredictable. That the way I would love you would expire, or that it was founded upon the basis of being …

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