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Today I’m going to talk about love. The silent type. Concealed behind a curtain.
The light that is best hidden under a bushel… It gives to those that are near, but doesn’t stray too far. It fears that the wind may put it out if it stands on the bushel.
The drizzle that slowly creates an ocean..
The drizzle that lets others be, while it is.
I’m going to pour my heart out..
Today, I’m going to be somebody…
Tonight I am a big deal.

Today I’m going to talk about love
The silent love
My love speaks in silence
Silent volumes …

Tonight I’m going to talk about love
A love that won’t be spoken of because it is a silent love
Silent mysteries…

_ Favour Ndukwe

 

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“Holes in my Soul”

 

I loved deeply, terribly, and annoyingly stupidly
Drifting off to sleepless slumbers
Waking up to sleep-filled days
Reminding myself of the futility
In living a fantastical reality.
I don’t think I can live without you
But I promise
I won’t die either.

“There’s holes in my soul”

 

Favour Ndukwe

Bleeding into poetry

 

So 28th July was my birthday. I did nothing for it by the way.. but it was also my blog’s anniversary.

Here’s a major throwback to the first shots I took for this blog

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“Death Be Not Proud”

 

So I was just thinking… Continue reading ““Death Be Not Proud””