Let's play a game One in which you lay all your cards on the table Then turn your face away Let's play a game, one where we would not lose. Let's play a game of life's good One where life can't be hard

My fingers found there calling Geographers, mapping out the curves of your skin My lips found exciting, kisses from you were sweeter than freebies I wouldn't stop till we ran out of breath only for us

Let me write you some true "shi" as I lay herein on this bed covered by these blue sheets which I wished was your skin instead, scribbling with this blue ink as my pen kisses these pages sweetly, wished

In search of gold I drowned seas Caged breeze And made the wild home In search of what I never had I did what I wouldn't have For what I want, I did so much more than pray That I may not want, so I preyed.

In love with you A church boy with now with a twisted virtue Sunday School taught taught me to avoid you But here I am, learning more from you. Adunni, you paint an image in my head With what color again?...

Joy like an unending river flow Doth it brings Bliss doth it yields For when those lips part, happiness is free. When they part, To reveal a smile or give a kiss Either is a beautiful mystery That always

Today I question my breath Today I doubt my sanity Today I know God ain't bias But I'm breathing and he's dead. I didn't pray for him for years And in my hustle I found reason not to make contact Today

Steady, hastily, stealthily I previewed her endlessly... I was never bold enough to tell Adunni I believe I am the man and that's no prophecy heresy but a certainty I could bet my future savings on, neither

I'm starting a series today, kindly follow to stay updated on how it goes. It's not one tale of a lane, but rather a series of picture poetry, sometimes 18+, brainy wordplays, fun filling and just sweet.

Hi guys! I'm pretty sure this would be awesome! So let's get rocking, shall we? Let's begin with who I am.   I am Frank Okunwe from Edo state, a writer first off before anything else. I write exquisitely

This staying alive thing is just so killing I'd work my breathe out and still not make a good living So please I have a question and I plead you listen. Mirror mirror on the wall, whose fault and whose