The Curse i have no words, and i try to explain, so if i do, i hope for waves to take me, take me to the sea where lies freedom, ahead of my time, ahead of my time, i say it awaits for me. how unwell of nature i own. can i just say, spit it all out, free my soul, heart, and lungs from the curse of these unsaid words? heart and soul of one, one barely gets to show, one others know, the one nobody knows. what a foolish life, a fool to lie, one defined by shadows for life. tell now, could it be still unfair if i could be not like this, as if it was my will? everything meant nothing when i tried to differ, to be like ordinary. now tell, was it fair? abstruse piece of mind, where hopeless thoughts collide. a war lies deep inside; there, hapless, a child cries. it is to writhe in my breast, all hidden behind my farcical art. art? performance? fatuousness? or simply to exist, to live? -obi @luv_writes

The hardest part of writing a poem is to give a name to it..

1. The sea 2. The unsaid words 3. The two selves 4. The ordinary 5. The war & the child 6. The art