Sunday, August 28, 2016

relationSHIP



When insecures becomes louder,
The I love you becomes less,
The pride is often broken,
The feelings are just hurt,
When confrontations are avoided,
And the fights don’t matter,
When silence is greater,
The desire to break it is bigger,
Moving on from the stress is deeper,
The presence or absence doesn’t make a matter,
Where pushing all limits to test it failure,
Is what all that matter,

Fighting is necessary
Speaking concerns is a must,
Hurting pride is a causality,
Stop believing in the Disney 50/50 is a must,
He once lived life on his terms for himself,
She once lived life of her terms for herself,
Figuring out the united journey has bumps and trails,
He shall be in rage one day,
She shall be in anger the other,
He shall feel emptiness one day,
She shall feel loneliness the other,

It is the balance of playing accelerator and brakes,
It’s the switching of roles between the devil and the angel,
It is that balance that makes us stay,
Not the 50/50 we tell each other,

If you think its bound to fail,
All you shall do is test the ships limits
If you work it to navigate the rough seas,
Is the day you turn from sailor to captain.

Author: Liswith Obinamuni aka Ocean ™

Thursday, August 11, 2016

The Little Things


It's what that relives me,
It's what that calms my soul,
It's which the soothes my anger,
It's which that brightens my morn,

It's sunshine though you don't know it,
It's bliss to stare more,
It's blushing that is stirred,
It's zen to my soul,

Your Smile.

Author: Liswith Obinamuni aka Ocean ™

Saturday, August 6, 2016

I miss me


I miss me, 
The spontaneity I owned,
The crazy I was known for, 
The wild in which I grew up,
Fire which was ever blazing, 
Weekends which were just sleep,
The moments I collected was memories, 
Journeys were all memories, 

I hated the voids I created,
The emptiness I felt,
The distractions I built, 
The addictions which they are today, 
How robotic I feel, 
Where I observe others create memories, 
I learnt to smile and forgot to laugh, 

Cheers to, 
Work that became my addiction,
Focus that became my drug, 
Thinking became my savior, 
To weekends I lost, 
Where writing is now my sanity, 
Automation is now who I am, 

I miss me.

Author: Liswith Obinamuni aka Ocean ™

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