Category: Guest

This includes original works from other poets around the globe.

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To the one who loves her next

Author of pain

To the one who loves her next,
I hope you treat her kindly,
She’s softer than a psalm,
Loves very deeply and blindly,
So please don’t take advantage of her vulnerability,
I’d like to think I taped her back together,
But it’s impossible to untear a paper.

To the one who loves her next,
She prefers to stay at home,
She stays indoors all day listening to her love songs,
Not that she has a problem, it’s all in jest and fun,
Only become concerned when she switches to sad songs.

To the one who loves her next,
She has mastered the art of silence,
If there’s noise she becomes uncomfortable.
She’s articulately thoughtful,
Listen to her when she speaks even if she makes no sense.

To the one who loves her next,
On some days she might suddenly turn cold,
She’ll disappear for a while but I still can’t say where she goes,
But she will definitely return,
With no explanation as why,
But somethings are better left unknown,
She’s difficult to figure out,
Don’t try to, cause you’ll not be successful.

To the one who loves her next,
While asleep she will kiss your hands, your neck and then your lips.
To the one who loves her next,
She misses her dad,
It hurts too bad to talk about,
So she’ll just change the subject,
She bears no weight of faith,
But if you listen at night sometimes,
I think she prays.

To the one who loves her next,
You will become her home,
Sometimes you will be a palace,
And some other times a haunted shack with ghostly moans,
And if you get separated whatever be the cause,
You’ll be reminded by your grief of guilt of all of which you lost,
And you’ll masquerade as someone who is not a wreck,
As you shake to give advice to the one who loves her next,
So to the one who loves her next,
This is all I ask:
Know that you love her now,
But i loved her first,
And i will love her last.

Guest

To my next girlfriend…

Author of pain
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To my next girlfriend
Hi, I’m Author of pain
I think you’re one of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever talked to
I reiterate things when I mean them
I think you’re one of the most beautiful girls that I’ve ever talked to

I’m a writer, and a hopeless romantic
I spend most of my day in my head over analysing almost everything
I know I’m weird I’m learning to love that about myself
I got a big ass head, and I also got a big ass heart

I deal with depression
Pretty heavy sometimes that I have really bad anxiety
I rarely talk and barely have friends
But at the same time I’m a people person
I’m trying to understand how I’m such a contradiction
But maybe you’ll learn to love this in
The same way I’m learning to love myself

And on the topic of love
If we’re going to be together
I want you to understand that this relationship
Isn’t going to start in emotions
I’d like it to start as a decision
I need you to decide to love me

In the same way that someone decides to go to work everyday
I need you to understand that change is going to happen
We are going to change as people
This relationship may not end in marriage, it may not end at all
But if it ends, it’ll end in change

We’re not going to leave this the same people that we came in
I need you to be open to this change
In the same way that I need to be open to this change
I need you to be understanding because some days
I don’t know myself, so I know I’ll be hard to recognize.

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Call me anything but a failure. Poem By D.D

Author of pain

This is an adaptation from Author of Pain’s poem of the same title by D.D

Call me anything but a failure,
For I have tried with all my might,
I’ve stumbled, fallen, and faltered,
But I’ve never given up the fight.

I may not have the silver spoon,
Nor the gifts that others possess,
But I’ve got a heart that beats with passion,
And a will to do my best.

My journey may be full of thorns,
And my path may be riddled with strife,
But I’ll never let the world define me,
I’ll carve my own way in life.

I am a survivor, a dreamer,
A fighter, and a believer,
I am the sum of all my struggles,
And the lessons I’ve learned as a receiver.

Call me anything but a failure,
For I am more than my mistakes,
I am a phoenix rising from ashes,
A soul that perseveres and breaks.

So when the world tries to bring me down,
And my dreams seem too far away,
I’ll hold on to my faith and courage,
And rise up stronger each new day.

Call me anything but a failure,
For I am a champion in my own right,
And though my journey may be hard,
I’ll never give up without a fight.

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Dark Desire

Author of pain

But love, that word,
In a city where love goes by the name of every street,
Every house, every apartment,
Of every room, of every bed.
Of all the dreams,
Of everything forgotten,
Of every memory.
My love,
I don’t love you because of me, or you, or both of us.
I don’t love you because the blood calls me to love you.
I love you because you’re not mine.
Because you’re on the other side.

Guest

Her Untold Feelings

Author of pain

Her Untold Feelings

The anguish I feel
The sadness
I feel lost
In this bondage I called a life
My heart feels nothing but empty
Behaving like a maniac has become an every day routine
I so much hate me but I love them
They said self love is the best but I do hate me for being like this
Pretense from people close is now like a norm
Betrayal keeps coming from every angle
No one to talk to
Trusting someone is now a disease
I need help

Depression is setting in, help me
I need a break from this hell
They all said I’m depressed from a heartbreak but I never fell in love
I know me nobody else does
I understood me perfectly
Help me.
Dying does seem like an option but suicide isn’t
Help!!!
I need to live
I need to be happy
I want to forget all that has ever happened to cause this
Help me!!

I don’t need something to just make me forget my emotions at that particular time
I need something that will make me forget everything
It’s okay phrase is taking longer than expected
I need to be okay
I need to be alive
I want to be fine
I want to be free
It’s not okay to not be okay anymore
I want to breathe
I want to be loved
I want to feel loved
I want all bad memories erased
I need that hug
I need those sweet names
I need to feel alive.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Imoleola is a Nigerian born poet and writer. More of a poet than a writer as she’s best known with poetry amongst other literary forms. She loves writing because it brings peace to her. She is a lover of art as it brings out the innovation in her. Through writing, she gives life to her imaginations.

AOP, Guest, Poetry

Close Your Eyes And Let Us Prey.

Author of pain
Its time to Prey!!!

Madams! close your eyes!
Pick your axe!
and let us prey on those Adams:

Who forcefully took off our clothes,
tasted our honeypots, denied us of our crimson joy
and leave us to shrink in the cold blood of despair.


Madams!! close your eyes!
and let’s fill this cup,
with the blood of those herdsmen:
who made us battle with loneliness in the warmth of our bed
Who suddenly turns our children into overnight Abíkú and
Sees massacre as a panacea to replacing their cattle.
Madams!!close your eyes!
and let’s prey on those Adams;
Who pushed our sisters into the icy hands of death
Who uses their physical strength as an instrument of oppression on
and uses the Holy book to back up their claims.


Madams!!close your eyes!
and let’s prey on those Adams:
Who made us fall into the ditch of love and intimacy.
Met us as singles and
ran like Usain Bolt after making us double.
Madams!!close your eyes!
and let’s prey on those Adams:
Who walked us to the aisle and loved us to the moon,
when we still had the hour glass shape.
But,
now dread our present presence,
Because, we are now as big as an elephant.
Madams!!close your eyes!
Pick your axe!
and let’s fill this cup with the blood of those Adams:
Who we stayed and suffered with,
during their ugly and bitterleaf times and
took another Madam in,
during their beautiful and honey times.
Madams!! Close your eyes,
I know we have sinned,
But, God forgives sinners.
Just pray to him
to allow those Adams whose,
lives we have preyed on,
Now rest in perfect peace

DEDICATED TO ALL THE WIDOWS, ORPHAN GIRLS AND RAPE VICTIMS.

ABIKU

Abiku refers to the spirits of children who die before reaching puberty; a child who dies before twelve years of age being called an Abiku, and the spirit, or spirits, who caused the death being also called Abiku.

Guest

CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS

Author of pain

Campus digest is delighted to announce a call for entries for the 2021 edition of its magazine which will be the maiden edition.

We call for submissions under the following categories which include but is not limited to:
Poetry, prose, Art, short stories, photography, nuggets, book reviews, success stories, research, beauty tips, travelogue.

Only original works would be accepted and published as plagiarism would be highly checked for.

All submissions should be based on the theme of the edition;
CAMPUS LIFESTYLE.

All submissions should be sent to the WhatsApp number +2349021392093
or sent to saheeds731@gmail.com as a word file using “SUBMISSION FOR CAMPUS LIFESTYLE” as subject.

And you could also use the link below to submit via Google form:
https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSeGJydouj-BMSJsQ6UaTHDyzAuKmCme8LQmf8YgrBWmQJ0mUg/viewform?pli=1&usp=pp_url

Attached to your entries should be,
Your name
Category
Email
Title of entry
And a short bio of the writer.

Submission Deadline:
All entries should be submitted on or before December 8th, 2020.

Feel free to use the contact form in this site to ask me on how you could submit your entry if you’re having a hard time doing so.

Guest

You

Author of pain

You, it is
In every imperfection you exhibit
I find perfections I’ll never prohibit
Your heart I know every path to finding
Because it was never yours alone to beckon with
Let me in on your flaws
And allow me to drink you in like an absolute tasty
Liquid simmered in sugar-coated strawberry juice
You it is again
Making me smile like I’ve never smiled before
Lighting up my day just by listening to your sunken
Voice of certainty
You it is
Of course, you alone
Looking at the same blue sky I’m looking at
And imagining me sitting right beside you with eyes
Filled with hopeful merriment
Hoping all these will never fade away…….

©Laureate

Guest

Unhidden Scars

Author of pain
Some scars remain hidden. While some, unhidden.

If you fail to see the tangible amount of strength that I’m trying to pull up in order to mask my weaknesses, then, maybe…Just maybe you were way weaker than me to start with.
We’ve all always had weaknesses. You just failed to accept yours because you rendered them non-existent.
Until you’re ready to face your flaws, do not approach me on how to go about mine, coz I might have had greater encounters of positives and negatives that you’re still a learner to…
©fadis_urbanpoetry

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Don’t Fall In Love With A Poet By fab_du_solvic

Author of pain

DON’T FALL IN LOVE WITH A POET 1

Do you want to love?
Oh no, don’t fall in love with a poet.
He’s a man with no heart
For like carrot he diced it
In a kitchen of books
As he turn it into words
Calling it art.

A man with thousand words of love
But like a sling shot against bird
A word of his can ruin castles
Making it desolate
How much more your fragile heart?
In shambles he will drench it.

Don’t fall in love with a poet
For the truth he will say
Even if it hurts
He cares not
What a cruel being!

Don’t fall in love with a poet
For their soul is more gloomy than darkness
Plant the sun in them
And a gleam of light you will see not
The heat will go cold
For their heart is not enthused to love.

Consent not to their handsome face,
Mind not their pretty lips,
Hidden beneath that is an ugly smile,
A cackle of devil.
If your heart worth’s more than gold,
Give it not to a poet.

For like the ink in his pen,
He will rid it of blood,
Until you go pale –
Whitish as snow.
Now and again,
Don’t fall in love with a poet!

©fab_du_solvic

Fore More fab_du_sovic poetry works, check out his Instagram page @fab_du_solvic

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My Choice, My Life. Turkson the poet and Aj Oti’s Duet.

Author of pain

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)