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Shy inside a shell

Let the world hear your voice,
I know you keep to yourself
But what’s the need of a shelf
If there are no books inside.

Most eyes that loves shed some tears;
While residing inside for years…
Who will be left to comfort you
In days of the stormy nights,

The essence of having a shell
Isn’t only for nuts, or snails
To hide inside and never relate
Live life now before its late.

There will be no appreciation
Of your enamoring identity,
If self-esteem overprotection
Has a better side of your life.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Prologue: Heists

Back in time, during our school days
We were classmates and even seatmates
You were so bright like the beam of rays;
And your beauty engraved my brain…

Best of the bests, you could right a wrong
Our friendship was everday, ever so strong
Unlike an uncoated iron untrusted in salt
Mysteriously, we grew refusing to rust…

When our classes were in session,
I hardly could even pay attention
Your beautiful imagery I saw and focused
Reflecting upon the wall and class board…

With my pen and breaking pencils 
I drew roses and wrote you letters
So many kind words, at the end of it
I wrote in disguise; yours sincerely pest…

Each day you read from the ghosty pest
You told me how kind and sweet he was
Often he even sent you bouquet of roses
I smiled, while we both watered it to grow.

Every other day, I wrote a love poem
To you as pest; although I never meant
To be a perpetrator nor anonymous,
But, I wasn’t bold enough to tell you…

Trust me, it broke my heart you loved,
The other me; texting pest and telling me
I wondered why you never figured out,
The twist and turn of my swivel chair….

Tears burned through my hazy eyes
I never meant to be the daily heist
I often wish I could erase every ink
But I feared, lossing a seatmate and friend.

Tales Of A Wife: Shyer

Everyone likes her
Everyman wants her
First rated, face of a goddess
Frustrating everyman’s
Loving-kindness
Her gaze is a smearcase
Don’t look or
Fall from a staircase.

She’s this type that
Everyman knows
Although she goes by different names
Sweetie, Pretty-princess
African Queen, was what 2face called her
She’s cool like a sleeping-beauty,
Her parents should have named her Baby-angel for she’s such a love muffin

Everyone likes her
Fallen from the staircase
To some ‘No’, To some ‘Yes’
Then, everyone befriends her.
She’s a man’s fondness
That soft touching,
She talks to a mans heart
With such a large effect.

Everyone likes her
Everyman wants her
Dust in the wind
Coarse thud
Non-in her voice,
Well polished and brushed
Phonetically
She is an Ace.

Not a dog or another loosed animal
Mere hearing her sweet voice
Or seeing her fantastic pretty face
Covered with her
Consistent long dark well-gloomed hair
Hearts be sprinter
To reach the spinster
She is a fits of laughter.

Her seduction and free sights
Get me always in sighs
Only, I say ‘hello’
She reply ‘hi’
Everyone likes her
Everyman has her
But by her
I am a shyer.

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