Words are weapons;
weapons of mass destruction, and of classic construction. They speak volumes;
through the thin walls of pages of books, whispering upon the barks of a
Brazil-nut tree in the Brazil rain forest, and the baobab tree in the arid
African deserts. This section of Rebel Flair is me lending my words for your
reading enjoyment. This is my collation of poems and short stories, ringing like bells with
definite truth, clothed with robes of wisdom, adorned with embellishments of
verisimilitude, of credibility. These are my clear-as-crystal thoughts; these
are my words.
-
Ms. Koya [@taymie_GVO]
Memoirs Of A Nigerian Teenage Girl.
Love
Lost.
She walked to and fro
with an undeniable grace, sashaying like a fairy on a cloud.
Beckoning to the
interested crowd
Little smiles shining
like stars in her eyes
She glowed like studded
sapphires.
She was an embodiment of
perfection,
Chosen amongst many, a
worthy selection.
She looked into the
audience, something catching her eye.
It was the look, that
look, on his face, out of recognition and spite.
Taken through the vista
of time, beyond gallops of space, and to that earth shattering moment of trite.
And then on her insides,
came the mixture of feelings.
Insecurity, pain, agony,
bitterness, all of it churning, fluttering like butterfly wings.
And so they fluttered,
as her eyes closed like window shutters.
And then she fell, to
the ground, like Lucifer fell to the Earth.
A gasp emanated and
hushed over the audience,
A panicky feeling
replaced the hitherto admiration and lust in the ambience.
And he, her lost love
silently walked away.
She was revived, brought
back to the land of the living.
And she wept, quiet
racking sobs leaving tears and sweat glistening on her face.
As she quieted down and
began to stare into oblivion called space.
Deeply harrowed cries
tearing at her heart as she started searching.
She searched,
frantically, for the one who had stolen her heart.
Stolen it and
mercilessly tore it into little pieces and parts.
She couldn't find it,
and as she slowly got to her feer.
She resolved to restart
on a perfectly blank sheet.
After all, love lost is
a better chance at eternal peace.
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