Masked Comfort

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You're my bed of roses;

Red, the ambassador of danger

Yet I'm beguiled by you

My mind replays you all day

300 WRITING COMPETITION - SECOND EDITION

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DESOLATION
by Zainab Oluwakemi Oyeleye

A broken mind,
A shattered heart,
And a cursed life.
So was the life of Silver.

How Are You?

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I have a problem. 
It comes as a crippling fear out of thin air
It suffocates me and destabilizes me
It forces me to stand face-to-face with the reality I dread most

Between A Rock And A Hard Place

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There are words too full in my mouth.

Too heavy in my chest.

These are words I can't express.

 I've tried to swallow but I can't digest.

Love Unrequited

I wanted love;
Not the average chocolate and flowers kind of love –
I wanted something deep and intense,
I wanted long conversations about spiritual matters,
I wanted a lifetime of future planning,
I wanted desperately for you to depend on me.
For you to come to me.
No, run to me with everything that caused a stirring in your soul.

OH! DEAR PAIN.

"You can't be serious Phoebe, can you hear yourself?"; He said; 'Babe I love you, I can't do this without you, I can't function, you drive me."

"Stop getting me worked up please, I hate it when you use the personal pronoun."

He continued; "Shit! Alright, I'm sorry, isn't apology what you need? Here it is. Honey you know we belong together."
Just don't make the mistake of saying 'I' next time, it's always 'we', I hate correcting that. Please always say 'we'."

"But that's the problem', she said; Chris you yell and rain insults over unnecessary 'choses'. This isn't meant to be an issue, I don't even know when I said 'I'. I think I need a break from all this, it's so overwhelming."

"What the frack are you talking about?", With clenched teeth, he wished she was with him at the moment, he would really hit some sense in.

'You're my answered prayer. Phoebe, on the 1st of January, I prayed for a soul mate and God gave you to me, can't you see that we're meant for each other? Baby you complete me. No one can love you like I do.  Alright just forget this happened, let's move past this Duchess."

"Hello, hello, are you there? I hate it when you're this quiet, it's either we're in this or we aren't and so help me "Mon Dieu", baby mind your response.' "

With shaky hands, she hung up and switched off her phone. She slumped on her feet, and buried her face in her palms, tears building castles and mucus dripping. "How on earth did I get to this point in my life?", she thought.

I'm only 21 years, I can't handle all this  at my age. I'm too "jeune" for all these baggage. Utterly confused, she remembered "le jour" she met Chris; A working student looking to earn extra pennies for her bogus school work et al. All thanks to her father who thinks her studying "la musique" is a classic curse from the gods and would have nothing to do with supporting her financially. Her "pauvre mere" can only try, her crayfish business didn't thrive as much as before. She had evening shifts after school in one of the fast foods within. It was during one of those working hours that she met Chris. He was everything she didn't want in a man; Muscular and firm, looked like a heavyweight boxer, fair and has an amazing "visage". A sweet talker and quite the orator. He smiled as he walked up to the counter. And boy, was he fine! His well set dentition didn't help "les affaires" either.

"Can I have Farm fresh yoghurt please and a sausage roll?" The words rolled out of his lips so well, in a nano second, she wasn't in control of her body movements, they were all working against each other. She managed to get his orders without burning her fingers. She can't be falling for this guy.
Phoebe are you stupid? But he was like a breath of fresh air, like he walked out of TRJ Sunday style magazine.

 "You're really pretty, Can I have your number, seems you're busy. We could talk some more when you're less 'occupée' ". This dude isn't cut out for long stories, and he's damn precise "aussi".
Well, she's sorry but he has met "le faux" person this evening. With courage from nowhere, she put up the most serious look and said "No Sir, I don't think it's necessary to have my number and if you don't mind, I've got others to attend to". She wasn't gonna bulge, he should take his handsome face elsewhere. Next s'il vous plaît.

He was shocked to the marrows. Women don't say 'no' to him, especially not her kind, she looked so fragile that he thought she would be malleable.
Even he could have sworn she fell for his charms few minutes ago, or did he misread something? No no no, "les femmes" don't reject his advances, it doesn't work that way. Well, time would tell. He was in town for the next few days so there is "beaucoup de" time.

After he left, Phoebe couldn't stop thinking about this guy, the air around him wasn't cool but she felt so drawn to breathe it still. She didn't like the effect he had on her but he seemed so virile and dapper. But then she had too much drama going on in her life, was she ready for more? Was she?

#Anticipate

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The Foolish World

THE FOOLISH WORLD

By Chimamkpam Onyenezi

The Igbos have a saying, "Uwa wu otu mbia"

It means that, in this world, there is just one life

That is why we must all be cautious of this life

I also say, that this world is truly "Ikpu Wigous"

All I'm saying is that we all really have to focus

After this world we suffer in, there is yet a better one

But going to the better, depends on how you lived in this one

The Stony Heart

The Stony Heart

The rumors and whispers are at it again

They tell of a heart turned icy within

With veins of marble, and walls of stone

Interior muscle - the colour of bone

But what could have turned such an affectionate heart,

To a mettle of flesh, so stone cold dark?