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FOMO ( Fear of missing out)

Journey of life takes me to a place
Where life is calm and peaceful
Though, sometimes grasses go dry
But once the rains comes they sprout

I dwelled underneath a friendly sky
Inhaling fresh air on healthy diets
I have a plan, to live a genuine life
Hence I stay focus on my lonely track

But the wind keeps bringing pictures
Of friends who flip to another path
Where milk and honey falls from the sky
On hands whose feet are on greener grass

Everyone I have ever known now glows
Adopting different accents and richly postures
“YOLO – You only live ones” they scream
Creating FOMO – “fear of missing out” in me

Every seconds a new picture drops
I see, life is fun and party to them
Feels I’m an eclipse, hence everyday
I wait for the earth to rotate, so I may glow

Looking around me, I see just me
And it takes me under the weather
Feeling lonely and underachieved
I just hope I am on the right track.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tricky knife of death

There are knives in the air
Cutting memos we share
How I wish life is sold
No one would feel the cold
I have seen what death wears
Hence I may never fear
Sadly, it changes its clothes
Every time it comes close.

I’m not a Prophet
But I’ve seen velvets
Spreading across the page
On a cradle that age.
It never seems to cease
Ricochetting with ease
Bringing tears on pillows,
From the doors to windows.

I dreamt it took Shady
I woke, I told Shady
Evading time to come
For a big tree to fall
We went down on our kneels
To nullify bad dreams
But the tricky knife graced
Another folk to grave.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Coming of smash

I do not like grapes but in a bad shape,
When I ran out of luck, and had a shock
That the nuts are rare to the blind squirrels
The Elephant fell; I experienced hell.

I do not like grapes but in a bad shape,
When I got no help, and no honor left,
Then I knew; that when you smile, the world smiles
A lot but, when you cry, alone will cry.

I do not like grapes but in a bad shape
I adjusted my taste, and amended my faith
To enable me yield and let the pain lead
And breed me seeds that will cover the fields.

I do not like grapes but in a bad shape,
It was condition that made crayfish bend
Hence, I only breath with hope and believes
Bearing it all, till the smash hits the shores.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Ocean of needs

The ocean of need heeds to insidious fun
I have sailed, until invidious reactions
Drowned me in an unpleasant fiction
Then I realized, no man is contented
The more I stretched, pregnant pause I got
Looking behind, during times of regrets.

I learnt through the hard way, further I went
The more I developed needs and fared worst
Discrediting all of my achievements
Searching for heights, to me; “my now” sucks
I am human, I want more and more, of course!
I didn’t see the other side of the coin; thus,

Please while we speak bitter of our lives
Know that someone who was once alive
Prettier and stronger than us, didn’t survive
The more we want is the more we drift
Let us learn to appreciate our efforts
Give helping hands and kill self doubt.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Dead before honor

I have got a mix of cold and fire,
So in need of a million naira,
To help fulfil innermost desires

Sadly I keep getting failed promises
My calls they all deliberately miss
Should I die now, there will be a bliss

Many would cry for me childishly
When am laid, they would smile sheepishly
Feasting and spending so lavishly.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Womb Prose: Axle Sonnet

Mum missed her visitor for a week
Then first trimester came in so quick.

Although with vomiting and fever
Not your fault, so don’t you bother.

Daddy can’t wait to hold your arms
Tiny five fingers and cradle charms.

You are the gift that completes his pack
Your cool heartbeat kept pulling him back.

So intrigued at your mother’s big round pot;
The new sweet look that she did begot

Gaining weight and looking beautiful
Although in pains, till day she births you.

Mummy can’t wait to push the axles
So prepare for contracting muscles.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Onion cause tears

Life is sweet, but grows to become sour
Nothing is synonymous to flowers
Than making it to the topmost tower
There are two ways up there, but avoid fears
One is step by step, the other is fast share
Onion mean well but it could cause some tears.

True character is seen when power,
And money is huge like whales that blower
In cool comfort, the raindrops and showers
Overnight makes all blemishes to clear
But the way to the top has many broken chairs
Onion mean well but it could cause some tears.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Rising tides

Butchering dreams effortlessly
Hope springs eternally
Tides rise, unscrewing bolts
Yet it lifts all worried boats.

Tomorrow promised big gains
Everyday, I tried again
Give me motivating words
To lift me against all odds.

Seeking for a breakthrough
But it is an impossible pull
Tides rise, unscrewing bolts
Yet it lifts all worried boats.

I still do not know where I stand
Carrying the weight of the world
Give me motivating words
To lift me against all odds.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The stratum debates.

Every new born, sound out,
“My own stratum, stands out”

What have you done that has
Never been done before?

Every new born sound out,
“My own stratum stands out”

Whereas they are all same
Actions performed anew.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

A loss to win

Warriors of my motherland
I can see you are well armed
In weapons and in courage
To fight for a dream of age
That will liberate all of us
But what if the dream is false?

What if we were never meant
To go out, head on and fight
But let the bitterness of life
Tear us apart with its knives
Like the farmers do to grass
And the fire burns it to ash

What if the best way forward
Is not bravery but as cowards
For tomorrow to be made better
By the shoot that shall sprout later
From bones and rotten corpses
Liberating all of us.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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