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
If you got questions or you need advice, if you feel like no one listens to you…… don’t let it all get to you. Talk to God because he is the only one that listens, even when you think he isn’t. No matter what you might be going through……just know that you are never alone. Find a friend or someone to talk to and if you don’t have anybody, then talk to God, he always listens. Stay safe and say no to suicide.
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.
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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.
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©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.
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AUTHOR OF PAIN
CHAPTER ONE
So it all started after I decided to sleep last night, I was closing my eyes and anticipated for sleep to come, but the cold was damn too much and it prevented my body from feeling the warmth of my bed, so I couldnt sleep….
I picked up my phone and called Amanda, who was our next door neighbor, she said she couldn’t sleep too because of the cold. We both decided that I should come over so we’ll sleep together, that way the cold would be less. Amanda was fair, short in height and had a very sweet voice.We slept together in each other’s embrace but the cold was still very much, so we both got undressed and wet under a blanket in each other’s embrace. That feeling was the best feeling I’ve ever felt. The soft touch of her skin on mine was what made me happier. When I woke up the next morning, I looked at her in the face and tried to kiss her in her lips but ended up kissing the pillow. That was when I woke up again and realized everything was a dream, I never called any Amanda at night and there was no neighbor of ours that bears the name Amanda. In fact the closest Amanda I know stays in Lagos which is far from where i am.
While I was thinking about everything ,I realized how bad the cold had dealt with me. But as I remembered the feeling of Amanda’s skin on mine, the harsh feeling of the cold melted away so fast. Tho it was a dream, it felt so real and I desire Amanda to the brim.
CHAPTER TWO
It was dawn already and I decided to have cereal for breakfast around 08:45am, while gulping each spoon, a clear view of last night’s mystery flashed, the thought of her kept giving me goosebumps and while trying to do a comparison of her with the Amanda I know, I realized that the Amanda in my dream had very little set of boobs and she was quite short, but the one In reality who is my friend at Lagos has a east west huge set of boobs and was a very tall girl. I ended up concluding that last nights dream wasn’t about my friend Amanda, and I wasn’t in any way missing her thou. “Maybe it’s just another random dream, maybe it’s because of the harsh cold last night” I said to myself but deep down i knew it was an unusual dream.
After my breakfast, I decided to go visit Mike since it was a Saturday, Mike is a very close friend of mine and he was the only one I could talk to about anything,no matter how naughty it might be. On getting to Mike’s house, I noticed his main entrance door was opened so I let myself in. It seemed like no one was around so I went straight to his room to check on him, as I was about to knock on the door, I heard voices coming from the room so I decided to peep through the keyhole. Mike was with only shorts coming out of the shower, and a lady who was covered with a mini towel followed him out from the lavatory . They both sat at the bed side and the lady brought out a lotion from one of the bedside drawers.
She applied some of the lotion on her palm and started rubbing it on her boobs slowly, she poured some lotion on his palm and he also rubbed It on her boobs without hesitation and caressing all her body parts. As she leaned against the pillow and spread opened her legs.I knew what was about to happen so I stopped looking through the key hole and decided to go wait for him at the parlor, I laughed quietly in disbelief, wondering how such a bad nigga Mike was.
I sat down in the parlor covering my laps with one of the pillows while operating my phone, about 30mins later, the unknown girl came out of the room.She greeted me and went out. “Hey bro”, I heard from one side,” how long have you been here?”, Mike was asking me with suprise in his eyes, like a thief who has been caught, he definitely knew I caught him, he saw me sitted alone in the parlor and had no idea I was coming to visit.
“I’ve been here long ago to have known that you still haven’t changed from your old ways, another girl today?” I replied and then he smiled. He knew I would have heard the moaning of the lady from the room and obviously had no idea I was in the house. We talked about my dream and played games till we both got tired, then I decided to leave for my house.
On getting home I discovered that some people were packing into the house directly opposite ours, the house had been empty for a while now, “guess there are new occupants now”, I thought. As I was passing by and about opening the main gate to my house, I heard a voice from behind. “Hey, are you living in that house” ,a lady said as she pointed towards me from afar. As I turned back and saw the lady, I became totally speechless, I couldn’t believe my eyes. “Why are you not replying?”, she asked repeatedly, but i still remained speechless. She kept on with what she was saying and I just kept starring without uttering a word, then she said, “anyways I’m living here now with my parents guess we are now neighbours”. She brought her hand forward to shake me while introducing herself, “my name is…………. Aaa-amanda… I interrupted before she could complete it, with great shock In her face she replied yes but how did you know. We’ve never met before.
There was still shock in my face because she matched the same Amanda I saw in my dream, that’s why I said her name while she was introducing herself and she was really Amanda!!!. She looked exactly like the one I saw in my dreams.
“How is this possible”, I asked myself . Unbelievable! !!!!!!
CHAPTER THREE
“Ok, this is beginning to get scary” Amanda said in a staggard manner.”I don’t have an idea on who you are ,and we’ve definitely never met before until now because i just got to town recently, how then are you able to know my name?”, she asked. I was at a loss for words, I didn’t even know how to construct a lie , I know she won’t believe me if I had to tell her about the dream. I was deep in thought when it occurred to me she needed an answer from me, and the look she gave says it all. Amanda snapped her fingers at me then said”are you thinking about how to construct a lie uhn”, i knew at that moment i had to tell her the awkward truth”Oh am sorry for being mute, I was just shocked” ,i said. “My name is Abdul, and before I say anything about how I knew your name, I’d appreciate if you don’t see me as a pervert and
I’d also like to ask you a question thou “.
“Well your respond would make me know whether you are a pervert or not and what’s your question? ,I don’t have forever here she said in a haste.
“Do you believe in dreams?” I asked, “dreams lol are you kidding me, are you like wasting my time or something”she replied
“No am not, could you reply at least” I said
“Ok well, dreams are dreams , nobody believes in dreams, they are just our imaginations when we are asleep. That’s the only difference between imagination and dreaming, one is while we are awake while the later is while we are sleeping, asides that, they are the same”. She said confidently and then added, but why did you ask that. “What I’m about to say may sound weird to You” i said “but but it’s the truth, I.. I…. I…. I saw you in my dream last night, thats where i knew your name. Immediately she laughed so hard and then said, “that’s a nice joke thou but seriously how did you know my name” she still asked. I narrated a bit of the dream to her and yes including the naked part, Amanda I’m not a pervee……. Before I could finish the statement she landed me a slap on my cheeks and said “I don’t know how you knew my name but if you think I’m one of those girls that’ll fall for that silly lie of yours, then you’re totally wrong, you saw me in your erotic dream? Seriously, is that the best you can say”. She left and went inside her house. Immediately, I ran back to mike’s house and narrated everything to him. He was just as shocked as I was, the only words he could say was are you sure about all you just said? If I’m not sure, you know I wouldn’t be here. After thinking for a while, Mike said Ok, since you said you saw her naked in your dream, is there any feature on her body that you can tell her about to see if she really has it or is there anything about her from your dream that you can say to her that’ll make her believe you? Wait a minute, that’s true i said with a smile on my face, you know that’s why i tell you everything, you always come up with the best idea. If she’s really the one i saw in my dreams then she has a Mark under her right boob . “A Mark, like a birth mark?” Mike asked? No i think it was causes by an injury or so, cause it doesn’t looks like a birth mark. We’ll find out about that tomorrow, it’s getting late now, I better start leaving now, and I left his home. When I got home, I joyfully went straight to the kitchen and took my food to the dinning table to eat and then my mum came out to meet me, Abdulgafar my mum called out to my full name after seeing how happy i was, what’s making you this happy today, it’s been a while I saw you this happy. It’s nothing mum, I’m coming from mike’s house and I won him at the game we played that’s why in this happy. I’m your mother and you’re my son, this is not the first time you’re going to Mike house to play a game but today, the happiness on your face is…….. Priceless. What’s the girl’s name she said. I really cannot hide anything from you mum, I said with a smile on my face. I told her everything from the very start, my dream, but didn’t say it the way it exactly happened. She said since things to encourage me because she knows I dont have many female friends so she didn’t want me to lose this opportunity of having a female friend for the first time in a very long time. I hugged her and went to bed .
STORY BY: AUTHOR OF PAIN
EDITED BY: ALISHA J
My name is Abdul. I live in suleja and my backyard is directly on the marsh.
I woke up and went down stairs to use the bathroom. I kept having this weird pestering feeling like I was forgetting something or something was off. So I went to find my mother; I call her creature of the night cause she stays up super late doing gardening stuffs and feeding our little dog.
I went to the backyard and I saw her about 100 yards from the back door facing the marsh. I called out to her but she didn’t hear me, so I started to walk out to her. Once I started getting closer she turned to face me with a completely blank expression, so I asked her what was wrong. I was about 12 feet away from her and she turned back towards the marsh.
All of a sudden, the back door opens and I turn to see my mom standing on the deck and she called out to me asking what I’m doing. I’ve never run so fast in my life, but I looked back to marsh and I could see that thing disappearing. It looked just like my mom!
I yelled at mom to go inside that there was something out there. I told her what I saw and I’ve been crying and shaking. We woke up my dad and he thought that I must’ve just still been in a sleep state and I dreamed it or something? I can’t stop shaking. What the f*ck just happened? Am I crazy? Did something try to lure me out to the marsh? I must be losing my damn mind, but I know what I saw! And I know it was real.
- AUTHOR OF PAIN
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Today, January 4th, 2019 makes it one year exactly that I started a journey. A journey of self discovery, a journey with a purpose, a journey which hasn’t been so smooth, but I keep on pushing because in my world, there’s no space for giving up. That journey is “Author Of Pain”. Today makes it one year exactly that I started this writing career, I could remember when I wrote my first poem, it was at about 12:30pm this same day last year, time really flies alot. I want to thank Almighty Allah for giving me the opportunity of being able to express my feelings, thoughts, anger and other emotions in words as poems and stories. I also thank Almighty Allah for giving me the ability of helping some people who are going through Pains and depression, I started writing so I could be able to help those going through pains and depression with my words and it was a thing of joy when I saw people commenting and Sending messages to me that my poems are helping in ways even much greater than what I set out to do both within and outside Nigeria.
I want to also thank my entire family for their love, care, support and prayers.
I also want to thank my Fans, those that always comments on my poems, encourage me to keep on writing, gives me opinions on how to improve. I wish to write out your names all, but I won’t be able to because I might not write some people’s names due to how much you guys are, but I just want to say a very big thank you to you all and those that followed and Suscribed at my site.
I want to say a very big thank you to Micheal Anastasio, the Ceo and founder of FNMedia Ltd USA. This journey wouldn’t have been possible without you, you have helped me financially, by sending cash to me from USA, you bought a site for me and paid for everything about the site, you designed the site for me and a lot of other things, my journey so far has been made possible because of you, once again I say a very big thank you.
I want to specially say thank you to Juma Aisha for making me find out who I am. She made me to realize that the person I thought I was, was not the real me, and she helped me to find out who the real me was. I guess Nf was right when he said “Sometimes, finding who you are requires you to loose who you thought you were”.
I hope to keep on writing and healing much souls as I possibly can, it’s not easy writing to heal others when I also have my own pains, but that is not enough reason for me to stop helping others when I can. 2019 was not my best year in any way, I can even say its been my worst year. But each time I fell, I found a way to rise again like a phoenix. Let’s find out what 2020 has in store for us. To be a part of our family, you can follow and Suscribe for updates and latest information at https://realpoetry.poetry.blog
2019 was my worst year, but the best things that has happened to me in life, also happened in 2019 – That’s an Epiphany.
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