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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, Poetry

This Heart’s Last Words

Author of pain

This Heart’s Last Words.

I just want to run away,
To a place that feels safe,
A place where my past can’t hunt me,
To a place where I’d be free from all this traumas.

The heartbeat in my chest is starting to feel weak,
I can feel it fading away,
And the only cure for this
Is finding that place,
Where the bad days doesn’t come as often
As this,
Where I don’t have to be afraid of my thoughts,
A place where I can be free.

Just be yourself, everyone says
But just being myself,
Has brought me nothing,
But depressed mornings, lonely afternoons and sad nights.
This might be the last words of my weak heart,
For the heartbeat in my chest feels weakest tonight,
So weak, it can’t live to see,
Yet another day.

©AOP

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.

AOP, Writings

FINDING YOUR TRUE SELF

Author of pain
Sometimes finding your true self requires you to loose who you thought you were.
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From the time we are born, many will be educated to be a version of themselves that please others. Whether it comes from the way you were raised or how you were taught in school, we often learn to put a mask on and be an actor in our life. Unfortunately, that behavior will not lead you to be happy and live a fulfilling life. You can discover the best version of yourself and transform your life so that you are no longer an actor in your life but the author. Choose to live the life that was made for you. In this book, you will have to commit to exploring yourself, try to be aware of your behaviors, and be honest with yourself. This book is for you, and no one other than yourself can know who you are. With commitment, vulnerability, and curiosity, you will be able to be the best version of yourself and put away the mask that you‟ve to wear for much too long. Are you ready to claim your power? Then let‟s start to explore your current life and see how much you are currently your true self!

Click the link above to download your copy and find out your true self.

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SOFT COPY OF AUTHOR OF PAIN – THE JOURNAL: BE PATIENT AND TOUGH SOMEDAY THIS PAIN WILL BE USEFUL TO YOU.

Author of pain
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The purpose behind this journal is to enlighten the general public on the importance of our lives. We live in a world where pain is inevitable, and these pains brings discomfort to our lives, and a lot of the times the end result is suicide. It’s a shame to us, that when we see our fellow brothers and sisters going through difficulty at some point in their lives, instead of helping them, we just laugh at them and use it to mock them. A lot of times we see this life as a competition, as a battle of the fittest which is why we don’t help others. The world is gradually coming to an end and it Is not right for us to end it with our own hands; the rate of suicide is rapidly increasing thus bringing the end to the world closer. Through the many stories, poems and articles from various writers across the world that seek to explore the crucial aspects of pains, I hope the world will begin to see people for what they truly are. It’s my prayers that the world will condemn suicide. The lives of each individual no matter how rich or poor, educated or uneducated, sane or insane are God’s gift to humanity and committing suicide isn’t a way out of any problem we face in this life. Committing suicide is a great sin in life, perhaps through writing, poetry and self expression, I and other great writers will successfully destroy this act that only brings more pains to your family and loved ones instead of ending yours.

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Nathan Feuerstein (NF)

Author of pain
Nathan Feuerstein

The music industry is getting bleaker by the day… People are now more focused on placing artists against each other in a battle of who creates the best music… And I think that mentality only exist among fans who only listen to music for the sound, beat and rhythm… not being able to connect with the message the music is really passing across.

I believe people who see past sounds and beats wouldn’t have any problem connecting with the artist cuz a real artist work is actually a reflection of the artist himself. It’s like the artist is letting us into his self-conscious… So it’s up to us to learn how to relate to it.

The likes of Nathan Feuerstein(NF) are rare. Not every artist have that constant willingness to open up the feelings confined inside. NF will always be a therapist to many! Real Music till the day we die, that’s the slogan.

AOP, Poetry

Failure

Author of pain
Posted On Campus Digest

I remembered my first day at school,
Too naive to see the difficulties that awaits,
Little did I know that it would be one hell of a journey.
Life is tough, that’s what every one says,
But waking up every morning and going to school is tougher,
Each day a life in hell anew.
My teachers said, I prolly didn’t try my best,
My parents called me a disappointment,
For giving up on my dreams.
But it was more of their dreams,
For I never wanted to be inside no class.
I had my own dreams,
And I needed no class or school to achieve that,
But who could I tell that,
I had try talking to my parents,
But they insisted I went to a school like every one does.
I dream of playing on a field I call my own,
If only they would let me,
I would become successful,
But they wouldn’t let me be.
After trying a couple of schools,
They still are blind to what’s best for me.
So here I sit again,
In a class I don’t want to be in,
Writing this poem,
Hoping one day, they’ll let me do it my way,
How can I ever get them to see?

©Author Of Pain

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LONELINESS

Author of pain

Loneliness is not about having no one around you. You may have a large circle of friends and still feel lonely. It’s all about having people that care around you. Having the right person around you is the best way to avoid loneliness. So next time you want to go out there and make friends, keep in your mind that “Who is surrounding you is more important than how many”.

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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

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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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LOVE YOUR LIFE.

Author of pain

What your heart likes, welcome it with a hello. What your heart dislikes bid it goodbye. Never force yourself to like something because others do and never pretend to hate something cause others do. Always be yourself, and not the person people assume you to be. You are the author of your life, don’t let anyone write your narratives. Welcome joy and happiness to your heart and bid farewell to fear and hatred. Sometimes this life would be wonderful and sometimes it would be unfair. The world we live in today can be so cruel, no one cares why, how, when or where you do something. All they care about is the outcome. When you loose, they’re going to laugh at your face, but when you win they’re going to act like they’ve been supporting you since day one. Remember, no matter what you’re going through, never let anyone be the author of your life, own your mistakes and success. When the road seem impossible to cross, call on God and he will guide you through. You don’t know this, but God resides in you.

AOP, Poetry

Conversation with my demon

Author of pain

What are you scared of me?
If it wasn’t for me you would have never grown to be Author of pain,
I’ve been here for you, but how come you’re never there for me?
It’s a little bit twisted, but I miss when you and I had peaceful dreams,
But now all we have are scary dreams.
I remember when you still cried in your room,
Wishing you still had a heart……
Shut up! I don’t wanna hear about that,
Well that’s too bad Author of pain,
Now where we’re we?
We all wished you still had a heart tho,
So we wouldn’t have to read dark poems all the time.
You told me you don’t want me in your life,
Well that’s pretty hard to digest,
Cause without me you wouldn’t be here,
Told you I’ll leave when I die, but I ain’t dead yet.
You keep on talking to me like we are strangers,
But the funny thing is that we’ve been together since you were a kid.
Took you from the moment you lost your heart,
Told you everything will be alright,
Now you want to cut me off like I was never a part of you.
If you didn’t want me in your life,
You wouldn’t have let me in, in the first place,
It’s comfortable here and I love it.
You say you want to own your life,
Then wake up and take your own advice,
Guess you didn’t tell no one about the coldest of nights,
Where I helped you hold your pen…
Hey, shut up. I don’t want to hear another sentence,
I’m Author of pain,
Is it me or my demon talking?
What a dumb question,
Cause you and I are both one.
It’s real poetry till the day we die,
Isn’t that the slogan aop?
I thought I told you to shut up?
So what, you know I never listen to you,
You listen to me.
You’ll spend the rest of your life at the back of my mind,
I thought you had me in prison this whole time,
But I was the one holding the keys.

AOP, Poetry

The Story Of A Boy I Know

Author of pain

Let me tell you a story.
A story about someone I know,
It’s a story about a boy who came into this world,
Decades ago.
He has a collection of scars in his heart,
Nether received a kiss from a friend nor lover,
Nor felt the warmth of this cold world
He was a virgin and he was not a Virgin,
For life had fucked him up so many a times.
Despite all these odds
Life had displayed before him,
He still had his dreams to accomplish.
He painfully swims through his trauma, giving his all,
Just to have a smile on his face.
With time,
It dawned on everyone
That he never craved for
Money nor love,
But whom to trust
And whom to help him find his true self,
For he had only one dream,
To heal the world of its pain.
This is the story of a boy I know,
And that boy is
Author Of Pain.

AOP, Poetry

Angel In Hell

Author of pain

I met an angel in hell,
She looked so evil with fire in her eyes,
But she had to be an angel,
Cause I’ve trashed the earth for so long,
And never saw anyone like her,
Her magical eyes, calling me to her,
Her voice was like a bell calling for a dance,
Her kiss makes hell feel like paradise,
Let’s produce kings and Queens,
She said to me.
But to do that,
I have to sign a deal with the devil himself,
Even if the deal was a very tempting one,
The devil is someone I promised never to negotiate with,
For he gives nothing for free,
Only eternal pains.
Indeed, she was the most beautiful creature
My eyes have met,
A beautiful angel
But,
An angel in hell.