The promise by Awonaike Seyi.

They tried not to tell me, how cruel of them. He kissed me goodbye and said he would see me next week and next week, this week came and his desk was empty, his numbers not going through, I didn't see anything wrong in that, network was a big problem on sites. Still they refused to tell me, wicked was what they were and I hated them for it .
He had an accident, he is in Igbobi she told me, he has been there for three days  no, the rest was a blur

Oh God No!!! They said my love would never  walk again, I would walk for him
I would heal for him. But when I saw him, I knew I didn't have such strength

We met at work, we were enemies at first,  believe me we fought a lot to the extent that one of us had to be transferred to another office and everything changed after the new year's dinner the firm had 

I entered the new year with love in my heart and a man by my side. He was always there,I was always there, they all knew and we didn't care.

Six months of bliss and now this? I couldn't hold the tears down, I knew I had to be strong for him but he was my strength, I was not. I refused anyone from cleaning him up. My love, half here half there. I would rather he remained here than go there

I prayed, oh how I prayed and the next morning I went again his eyes lit up and I was glad that at least I could give him that and I mopped his body smiling and cleaned him up. Somehow, we talked with eyes only  and I saw his eyes and shouted No! What he was asking I couldn't give him. He was asking for my permission to go 

No you cannot do that! you cannot go and leave me here. So I told him the truth, that I could not heal for him, for we were broken together. I could not take away his pain, we felt it together and every morning as I cleaned him up and felt his broken bones, my bones shattered with his. If he goes, I go but we won't go together and we won't be together because I would hate him for giving up on us, because we both know that am not the strong one, he is my strength. If he stays, I stay by him and with him.

No you can't go you cannot leave me here alone, please don't go
I know how it sounded like, but it was no one's love to live and it was no one's love to judge. His eyes kissed me and I cried cause I knew I would have to let him go
I knew that, that was his limit, I knew he hated himself for what he was doing to us both, but I also knew that I had to forgive him so that he would forgive himself. I knew that. Either way, we were both wicked and cruel but we loved it so... No you cannot go... I pleaded one last time though it choked on my sobs, you cannot leave me, Seth please

I cried, I cried so hard, I cried for myself I knew I was being selfish and I cried for him for he was being selfish too, he cried too. For us . He promised he would wait but it wasn't good enough he had to come back he had to promise me that he would come back. I made him promise to come back and he blinked and he smiled and he sighed, the pain I felt was too much but I had to let him go I had to set him free. And with his last breath he said two names . Yours and Mine, that's how I know you are him.

You are Seth
Aren't you Dean?

Mirrored Me by Awonaike Seyi.

Why am I here?
For I do not obey a single rule
My back is turned to them,
Then, why am I here?
The things I want, things I crave for are hard to come by
The nightmares keep coming and,
As usual, I dine with my ancestors
Never feeling threatened
Even when I don't intend to
It's a sign, I know it's a bad sign







Why am I here?
Am mad, finally it has happened.
I fidget, cos I can't take it no more.
My neck is stiff, I made it so it won't turn,
It's robotic, the panic I feel hidden deep within












Am mad, I can't think straight,
I need a box to rest my brain,
A lock to keep my head,
And a body bag to store my flesh,
My soul needs to roam a little
It's cage is getting too small, too fast
An inch tighter and poof! I would be engulfed

Words I don't understand almost falling out of my mouth
Yet I wasn't praying,
I couldn't pray,
I can't pray
I can't even beg the devil
For he is beneath me.

Alas! I am mad and still can't think straight
Still looking looking for the box to rest my brain
The lock for my head,
And body bag to store my flesh.
My soul needs to roam a little
Dreams are no longer enough

My eyes are heavy with unspoken emotions,
As I sit, the statue in the white room
My  shadow is beneath me
I do not loook down
Another might pop up
I hear myself scream in a high pitched voice
Yet no sound


I struggle to be calm,
The charade has to go on... This is the Mirrored ME.

Burning Skull by Awonaike Seyi

You were warned,
Now feel my scorn!

You wanted to win by all means
Forgeting I spare no excuses
Time to feel my heat
And dance to my whistle
Time to burn at my stare.
And in all these
Believe me , I will hold you close
Your head will never be far from my bosom
You would feel my tears ,
Tears you invited
And they will burn like acid
Upon your head
And melt your soul , until it vanishes
Then you would see, the cost of your deceit 

The beast behind  the beauty,
My angry skull ....

             Written by : Awonaike Seyi. 

Maybe by Obiora Enedu

It's been months since we last spoke,
Even longer since I seen you..
I hear a couple of rumours from your people ,saying you are doing good and I understood the new you....

I blank out everything ,just so I can not remember your face but then i scroll down my picture folder and see that simple face with a lovely smile and that mad ass dimple, and everything begins to flood back in and I start reliving the best of our days...

I call this peom MAYBE because that's all you get by the end....  Maybe if I tell my friends that am over you and that I can not go through this pain again cos at the end of the day there's really no gain, maybe it would hurt less ,regardless of the fact that it's was all my fault.

Maybe If i stop going for my mile stone walks thinking about all the ways I could  let you know that I truly still care but then I remember that you really don't care if i really truly care ,at least that was the last thing you  said to me ....maybe if I stop going through your facebook page even tho I know you're never on it, maybe I could get some kinda closure "MAYBE" ....

Maybe I should just ring you with a withheld number so i could hear your voice ,maybe I should just be honest and call you with my number ,maybe I should stop staring at your number and just call you ...., so I do call with a withheld number just to hear your voice .... And here I am thinking I could not relate to Drake ,that's a good lie , cos the woman I would try ,is happy with ......... You get the picture

Maybe if I stop talking to all them girls about the future and actually take a leap of faith and throw myself out there and take a chance with someone new today, MAYBE this pain would go away,  or MAYBE if I stop thinking about how special what we had was and how I don't see how you and I can ever find another US again, maybe I could live again...

Maybe this is fictional, maybe it's not...MAYBE am in pain ,maybe am not , MAYBE I still do care. Or maybe I don't ,maybe this is just a way to kinna get you back just "MAYBE" ... But no matter what the "maybe" could be ,one "Maybe" that's should never be a "Maybe" is that "Maybe I wish you well" cos there should never be a Maybe in that... Cos I do know I wish you well....*peace*