Beryl Army Writers: fantasies

I shall not love her lies

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 the foolish dies/ 
 caught in there lies/ 
 his blood dries/ 
 she talks but no one replies/ 
 she thinks of her re tries/ 
 her smile is a disguise/ 
 her hatred implies/ 
 her heart is a dice/ 
 I won't love her lies/ 
 so I won't love her lies/ 
 so I won't buy a mouse/ 
 I would ve mice/ 
 to tell them the story/ 
 of how I loved twice/ 
 and died right after I knew I loved her/ 
 I died right before her very eyes

I shall not love her lies

Standing amidst lies/ the foolish dies/ caught in there lies/ his blood dries/ she talks but no one replies/ she thinks of her re tries...

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Sweet Memorable Land

Sweet Memorable Land

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Girl of My Dreams

She moves through my dreams
 as a star in the night
 Her hair soft and long
 Her eyes glowing bright
 Her countenance sweet
 She is patient and kind
 And yet has a strength
 That you don't often find.
 This smile of hers
 I have never seen
 a mischievous child
 with the grace of a queen
 Her laughter rings
 like a sweet love song
 A voice that is soft
 a heart that is strong
 Compassion and love
 For all living things
 Like moths to a flame
 Her loving heart brings
 And I'm drawn to her too
 As though under her spell
 sweet lips soft and full
 In the air her sweet smell
 Her Kisses like morning dew
 Lightly touching my face
 Her warm gentle body
 Make my sleeping heart race
 I hold her so close in this dream
 In the night
 I don't want to let go
 As she holds me so tight
 But as morning dawn
 Slowly peeks through my dreams
 Time to start a new day
 And the same old regimes
 This soft tender beauty
 I don't want to leave
 Just a dream, but it seems
 Is so hard to conceive
 But wait…
 What is this, something stirring
 Soft hair tickles my face
 I don't think I'm still sleeping
 Yet I feel her embrace
 No longer dreaming
 My dreams now subside
 In my arms is my dream girl
 My lover, my bride.
 So here in my heart,
 In my arms in my life
 I have all I need
 My dream girl, My sweet wife.
 
 By 
 Dolapo Adufe Akinola (Beryl YoungMoney)

Girl of My Dreams

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Gleaming Beauty

Gleaming Beauty

A gaze at you is eternal vision; No raze away to stop my mission; Your face, my obsession; A chase in my confession; Without haste, bear thi...

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Reminisce and Latter Storm

I can still smell her.
 The fragrant, the popcorn on her breath.
 
 I still feel her.
 
 Her sharp, evil fingernails everywhere they shouldn't be.
 Her thick, calloused hands everywhere they shouldn't be.
 I remember the pain.
 His watch scraping against the scabbed-over, self-harm, razor slits on my hip bones
 as everything I protected was abused and stolen.
 Her fingernails.
 My throat.
 My sense of security.
 
 I can't get out.
 My skin is wound airtight around my bones.
 I want to slice it with a blade
 long, deep lines
 and step out
 and run
 sprint,
 never stop.
 
 I'm not pretty anymore.
 I feel bad for the woman, if I ever married.
 Too many times I've cut my skin.
 Raised, purple, flat, brown
 scars covering my stomach, arms, thighs.
 Word scars.
 Fat, ugly, dead.
 
 It was 18 months ago.
 And I feel everything
 and see everything
 hear it all -
 
 as if it were in the last 5 minutes.
 
By: Dolapo Adufe Akinola (Beryl YoungMoney)

Reminisce and Latter Storm

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Super upon demise (Poem)

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Brilliant Blur of a Bard (POEM)

Brilliant Blur of a Bard (POEM)

With a pen in mind; a book in wonderland; Thus my inkstands; Chaos in thousands; I held sands... Catch of burning flames; Razed awa...

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