What Money Can't Buy

THINGS MONEY CAN'T BUY :

Obediance but not faithfullness

  Amesement but not happiness

 

Companions but not friends

  Ah house but not ah home

   Manners but not respect 

    Computer but not brains

    Fattery but not respect

       Medince but not health 

  

        Luxuries but not culture

       Fnery but not beauty

        A bed but not sleep

        Food not appetite

         Sex but not love

The Fake

You can never tell who’s fake or who’s real because appearances don’t always match the description of a person. So what do you do? How then to distinguish between a pure heart and a heart waiting to watch you fall? It’s not like we could hide under or beds as the world passes us by or pretend it does affect us. Eventually we’ll have to grow up and face the problem created by does outside or inna circle consisting of me, myself and I. eventually we’ll have to be exposed to new personalities, new characters and new method of thinking. 

Me I try float above the non sense, so I don’t get trip in the web lies of deception. But sometimes that’s better said than done because some people today are excellence road side actors; they’ve manipulating this game so well that the untrained eye doesn’t recognize it. And for that same reason it’s so hard for us to let go of what once was. We believed in that lie, we made a friendship with that lie. Some of us try to mend broken hearts while others move on with hate and distrust for future references but most of us become numb to the game and eventually join.

N.B The Fake keeps growing in numbers whiles the truth down size drastically. While we all have different definitions of a fake friend we’ve all fallen victim to the form of bullying but joined on common grounds BY a fake friend. 

Free Me

You’ve got me hostage

In this love of ours

Every tail beautifully made

I’m focus to grab on these walls of deception

And crawl my though this fog of lying and suffocation

Trying hard to bite that feeling

Wanna believe but i'm not healing 

Tears of joy or tears for crying

Hurt and pain

U made me believe in

All day all night I’m scared of relapsing 

You make me sick!

You make me bleed!

You make me scream this time is mines

This time I’ll smile

This time FREE ME!!!

Titles

As long as you love me

I won’t give up

So take a hint

And don’t sabotage what we have

Be my hero

And fuck me

Put your graffiti on me

And make me beg for mercy

Its official

I want you back

So don’t run away

From this good good

Because you’re my only shawty

Let’s go hard

Till I die

All day

Louder and louder

Show me you're fighter

This is the moment of truth

Pound the alarm

THE UNDERLINE WORDS OR PHASES IS THE TITLES OF SONGS I USED TO CREATE THIS POEM 

Last Day

Yesterday was my last exam and i felt like the school body was better prepared for my leaving than me. My old classroom was already replace with a new and younger bunch of science students.We and by we i mean myself and the other form five's were restricted to the library and toilet areas and allowed to buy from the cafe at the appropriate times. It was weird, they'd upgraded to newer versions of us without grief .Some even made mention of their true feeling and wish not to see us again. I felt some form of abandonment like there contract with me was up "five now goodbye". Of course i have my share of teachers who i hope to never see again but still we spended a great deal of our lives with them. Relationships were formed, friendships were born why didn't I see  the result of that.

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Heartache

Heartache 

In a box

Kept safe from harm

I comfort you in my arm

Your desperate cry

Of

Oceans run dry

Kills me softly in your sleep

His face mark guilt

Bleeding pain

Makes it harder for you to move in

Into that space waiting above

Covered in white and one’s true love

The beating sounds buried under

Lies of truth

Is weirdly shaped to HIS perfection is a heart that will never dull