This is the Official Site of “Author of Pain” – the Twitter sensation that sent smiles to everyone’s hearts … and cause a ReTweet phenomenon happen, with just some Love, Words, and a Poem. Watch the development, watch the evolution of a great writer coming to life before your eyes. Read the poems, who knows what else we will make happen here. Thank you for peeking in! It’s an idea in your head, and a PLAN the second you write it down… ~ Mike
STEPS I TOOK
I am responsible for this setback in my life
I walked the dictate of pessimism
and wore a crown of unfaithfulness
The blessings of heaven on earth
graced my life many a way
Yet I made a gate for hell
to decide the steps I take
(C)TurksonthePoet
MY CHOICE, MY LIFE
POETRY: DUET
Turkson the Poet:
Many a year ago
I thought my life will be a child and not for the old
Seeing the world as glitters of gold
Neglecting how a second flick of time can turn my life cold
I was young and naïve, curious and wrong
I made certain turns that buried my essence for long
AJ Oti:
Now I am lost in my thoughts
Scrambling around trying to find myself
Darkness is all I am now
All I see
All I feel
Darkness is all I am now
Maybe I’ll stumble upon the years time had buried before
Maybe I will find that child I used to be again;
Sitting amidst this plaque
Waiting for a light maybe
Waiting for hope
Turkson the Poet:
I never knew the real me
So I danced the rhythms of corruptible friends in glee
Not realizing the cost it came with
Listen, my life was full of fragments and endless flaws
I followed unnecessary socialization laws
And my life became heaven and hell
A light dark mystery I couldn’t tell
I sailed with the shallow minded
Yet I craved to be a great person
Hypocrisy at its best; I’m grounded
With the fellow I became; a sin
AJ Oti:
This sin floats
It sways endlessly in an ocean of regrets
Constantly pulling back and forth
Across the things that’d will me
Even though I’m numb to pain now
I longed to be lost with the waves
To be found at the bottom of this ocean
Away from everything that makes drollery of my existence
Turkson the Poet:
I wanted to be found among the oceans
Make everything that defines me come to light
But then I remembered that
I joked with my time
And I thought it was just fine
Because I never had a society’s hand
That could lead the way and give a first line head band
My life drained and swallowed the desert sands
All that is left of me is a fear of everything I failed to understand
This choice
This lifestyle
This demon
I harbor in me has killed the essence of my living
Oh Gush! I messed up
AJ Oti:
Many a year ago
I’d hoped I could be reborn
To see the world for what it is
To see that it really can’t be gold
I’d held on to these lies for too long
That they left bruises in my palms
But never again
I shan’t be trapped in this puddle of insecurities
I shan’t be lost in this river of fears
I shan’t fade into this same darkness that had me captive for this long
Never again
I refused to be tamed by my demons again
Turkson the Poet:
Demons of the old and new
Choices I already knew
And won’t fall back on them again
So friends
I have been here before
And hoping not to make the same fall
Which left me in this sluggish state
Was it actually laced in my fate
To encounter strange junctions
For which my strength functions
Not to make the right turns
Tell me which road ends
Or leads to the right course
I simply don’t want to make a loss
In this decision I am opting for
AJ Oti:
Crossroads or not
I’m the choices I make
Crooked or straight
I’m the path I take
I choose to watch the waves
Caress the sand and not take me with them
I choose to find myself floating
Somewhere in this darkness
Like the star I’ve become
Crossroads or not
I am the choices I make.
POETS
Turkson the Poet (Ghana)
AJ Oti (Nigeria)
Every time I sleep, it’s like I miss my alarm and sleep in. I get trapped in my thoughts and lost in my conscience. It’s feels like a dark paradise and I feel so lonely. But I love it, because that’s the only place where no one can hurt me.
©REAL POETRY
AUTHOR OF PAIN
I’ve been doing this for more than a year now, and i put much time into this because I love what i do and I do what I love. When I first started, I never knew if people would want to listen or read my works but I was really amazed to see that alot of people actually loved what I do and that’s enough motivation to keep on going. When I write, I produce pains but the pains are not meant to cause you more pains but rather it’ll help you ease your pains. If poetry is a disease, I promise you I’m infected. The rhymes are my playground, watch me play with words. I put so much real life in this poetry, you think I’m making this up? Trust me, if the poems ain’t sharp and real they aren’t going to make the cut. I’m no teacher, but you’ll learn how to live with my words. I’m a different breed of poet, I know how to survive and never give up. If you want to come into my lane, you better know how to drive and even if you know how to, I suggest you buckle up if you want to come on this ride because it’s a tough ride. I love my lane even though it’s rough.
REAL POETRY
©AUTHOR OF PAIN
The best way to live this life is by learning how to live this life. We as humans do make a lot of mistakes but making mistakes is nothing but the best thing that can happen to someone, because mistakes are made so we can learn from them. If we don’t make mistakes in this life then there are some things we may never learn about, things that we don’t get taught about in schools, rather we learn about them from our mistakes, the lessons of life. Mistakes are not supposed to make you feel bad about yourself, rather they are to make you improve, even losses are victories, but only when we learn from our mistakes. Behind every succesful business, man, woman or child, there is someone or some people who made it possible. No single person can be succesful without the help of someone or group of people. The greatest mistake we as humans can make is to forget or bite on the hand that made us, those who were there with us when we had nothing and guided us to become who we are, those are the people we should never forget after achieving our dreams.
Sometimes I feel like asking for help from people and making them conscious about the traumas surrounding you makes them see you as weak, they see people who don’t ask for help and people who are always smiling as strong. When someone has this mindset, it is humane for the person to stop asking others for help and try to face his demons alone, but truly that’s the real weakness. You pretending you don’t need help or someone to talk to is the real weakness and you might not notice it till it becomes too late. But it’s also true that we are not to ask for help from everyone, not everyone cares enough for you to give you a solution that will be best for you, sometimes it’s even best we talk to people we don’t know, because there is a big difference between your friends and your friends who really care and are able to stand with you no matter what you’re going through. I had alot of people that I could always confide in and talk to, but I noticed that not all of them really cared. Some just saw me as someone who doesn’t like to be happy, someone who loves pain, and they were not ready to stand by me, gone are the days when I fought for friendships, now I know those who care and those who doesn’t. In other to stay strong, it is compulsory we ask for help from others, but know who you talk to. If you feel like none of your friends will be willing to listen to you, then it’s best you talk to others you don’t know and there are lot of ways doing that. You can meet someone for the first and only time in your life, but the advice that person gives you, if followed will lead you to greater places through out your life. You can meet and talk to someone you don’t know on social medias, you can create a form asking for help and share it, no one will know you created the questions in the form, but you get your answers at the end.
Having someone you can talk to at anytime, about your day, or anything about yourself without feeling like you are being clingy or boring is one of the greatest feelings ever.
– AUTHOR OF PAIN
©REAL POETRY
A lot of people think that what I’m doing is a gimmick. But the truth is that, everything you read and hear me writing, I’ve been living, it’s all real. Poetry’s always been a mirror for me. All I ever wanted was someone I know I could trust, someone that would keep it real with me, but the only person I got was poetry. That’s when I discovered that maybe I’m the one that has to make it on my own. I had an Epiphany and that was when I realised that I could put all of my hurt into poetry and it will help those that feel the same way as i feel but can’t express themselves. Poetry is like a therapy and a cure to all mind sickness(Depression, anxiety, loneliness….).
I had an Epiphany, and I got to understand alot about this life, Even losses can be victories,only if you learn from your mistakes. I’ve always been filled with pains, but now I’m making some rooms, looking for change and I do that by staying Real. Whoever told you that life would be easy, I promise that person was lying to you. Even though it’s not going to be an easy journey, we all have to stay strong and rise like a phoenix each time we fall. When life throws traumas and dirt at you, you must let life know that you were made from it and you won’t give up no matter how much it throws at you.
©REALPOETRY
AUTHOR OF PAIN
This thing called love, it can be so cold, It can be miserable, Or it can be beautiful. Sometimes it’s amazing
Sometimes it’s crazy. This thing called love. love is like a drug that everybody uses, You wanna know the outcome, Depends on how you use it, And some would say it’s tragic Some say it’s beautiful, Some say it’s black and it’s dark Like a funeral. Some would die for it, Some don’t think it’s even real. Some say they understand, But don’t know how it feels. Love could be your best friend. Love can be your enemy. Love can be the thing you wish you had, But you don’t ever see. I’m gonna sugarcoat it. Yeah, sometimes it might surround you. One minute it’s saving you. Next it’s trying to drown you Some people want to show it, But were never taught how to And some of us is searching for it Feeling like it never found you.
love is like a privilege, A lot of us abuse it. Do with it what we want, And start crying when we lose it. Pretend that it ain’t nothing to us, Pretend like it’s useless. We don’t know why we do this. But yet, we still pursue it. Love, it can consume you, Turn you into something else. Bury the real you so deep. That you can’t even find yourself. Love, it can change you. Love, it can tear you down, Be the best thing you ever had, And kick you on the ground. I don’t think it’s invisible. But I know that it’s blind
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There are always two sides to a coin, and we all have choices,meanwhile one thing is certain, you either choose the positive path or the negative path but be rest assured that the latter has an easy road compared to the former, but at the end of the day positivity wins. Always stay positive irrespective of how tough the journey seems to be, its a matter of time, keep feeding your mind with POSITIVITY.
At 21 I started poetry, writing about my life but people were still confused about what I write. Most people wanted to know if I write about my life or I just write whatever came to my mind. When the people close to me got to find out that I write about things I’m dealing with, things that I’m actually experiencing, they fell in love with my poetry the more. Seeing this, I came up with a slogan called real, real poetry but I still feel like I’m the Fakest.
COLLAB WITH AVIANNA
Hi everyone this collab is a piece centered around heartbreak and the lonely emotions that come with it. Collaborating with Avianna was so nice. She’s a pleasure to work with and such a talented writer. You can follow her on Instagram to see more of her works @daughter_restored.
Mark my words “The power of one with faith, is stronger than the power of a thousand with doubt”.If you believe in something, don’t let anyone change your mind. Follow your dreams till it becomes a success in reality.©AOP
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