POETRY

Words I say don’t always come out right,
and they always seem to start a fight. 

I know what I say can hurt you,
and believe me, I don’t mean to.

The last thing I want to see is you sad
because I can’t control myself when I get mad.

I know all you want from me is my best,
but right now I need time to rest.

Everything is happening so fast.
How long will it all last?

Everything is falling apart.
It’s ripping my heart.

I have so much anger built up I have to get it out,
and all I want to do is scream and shout.

I take it out on you
even though I don’t mean to.

I’m sorry for causing you more stress. 
I know even you need time to rest.

I knew why he is asking me, a bride always has her inhibitions towards the new family and the husband but at the same time she is cheerful and excited about the husband, the night and even the honeymoon but I showed no signs of happiness.

Before I answer he said “the honey moon to Switzerland is for 15 days and its after 15 days, till that time if you have any problem plz share with me as I don’t want to spoil my trip” saying this he left the room and that night I couldn’t sleep.

For 15 days Harsh (my husband) didn’t try coming near me and use to treat me just like a friend. We went out, we shared our college stories, and we shopped and watched movies. The more I know him the more I liked him and the more I cursed myself for loving some idiot and losing my asset my virginity on him. He shared likes and dislikes about his family so that I can easily adjust with them, he is a Doctor by profession so humanity is natural but being humble and down earth was his foundation.

The day came, he helped me packing my stuff and while he was packing his own stuff, suddenly the pack of contraceptives dropped on the floor, I picked it up and handed over to him and while taking it back he asked me “are you ready”

I forced my jaw, my lips to smile back to him but couldn’t and he said “why you are so petrified, come on you are 27 and this is a natural thing, I will help you out”

he was so confident that at once I asked him “have you done it before”

With a wicked smile he said  “I have never loved anyone in my life and I don’t believe in paid sex, I have read about it and watched videos”

one thing was sure about harsh he never lied so now he being virgin actually gave me a guilty feeling and I was sinking in my own guilt.

Continues…….

She yells and crys out loud,
yet no man can comprehend labour pains.
She laments in all forms of sound,
so the life in her can be unveiled.

He would stand there confused,
trying to phantom what she feels.
His words of solace would be of no use,
because she blames him for this fate.

She yells and crys in this miracle,
as a new breed emerges from her.
For comfort, she calls forth her creator and oracles,
for even science doesn’t know how far.

He would stands as a source of comfort,
making sure she feels his presence.
He is glad when the baby finally comes forth,
as he looks in her eyes, all the drama makes sense.

poetry by Iyentosan

I need a pen than I need a gun
I need a pen than I need war

Whether you believe in the power of Calvinism or not
Its like a brother hood entrenched in society
I need a pen to transcend this rage I feel to white pages
Let’s be honest, power isn’t just control, but total control
That means to the Devil its like selling your soul
Blur, grouch, I need a pen to cast out public slough

I need a pen than I need a gun
I need a pen than I need war

In prescient I will crawl and infiltrate into your home- steal your jewelry, your juice, cocaine powder, put you under threat like Abaqa Khan the crusader
I need a pen to write to the Pope in Rome
Telling him how Christians in Africa have no home
I need a pen to write you a love song, a love poem or any love junk
I need a pen to dialect, and speak the uneconomical truth
I need a pen to write my feelings, technically to every African leader
If they ever screw up I will heat up their bodies like space heater

I need a pen than I need a gun
I need a pen than I need war

I need you to know how terrorism isn’t just about guns, power and domination
But the government has continuously rubbed the people through modern civilization
Let the youths arise and defend, fight with hydrogen ion concentration
Like my brothers, act their wage and little girls act their age

I need a pen to write to you, them, him, her

fathers, Mothers, i need a pen to write to every girl Child, how to be free from the shackles of the irritating monstrous beasts

I need a pen to tell you there’s hope

Preach, teach and live without fear 

All I need is a pen
I need a pen than I need a gun
We need a pen than we need war

Godwin Prince

How hard is it
Like whispers escaping through a vally
How hard is it if your religion is tested?
Your fate; tests your faith
Is it like a mixture of disbelieve or hate?

How hard is it if your relationship is only a charade
How hard is it if money becomes the only true value you live for
How hard is it if children can’t understand what it means to live equal

This isn’t like a Jazz song with some nice little mellow tip tune
How hard is it if you can’t define what you live for
Fight, defend and let your will depend

Or would it be another perception of monstrousness?
It is only from this point where you stand between hope and indecision, fear and might
Nidificate your bearings

Choose a will, a path that doesn’t have to be great
Because the dwellings of greatness and the fatness reel on your decision to be you!
Tell me now, how really hard is it?

Godwin Prince