Untold stories: why;

She hoped to use a pen name to write, then submit through a different mail.
The paper kite only dropped into water and float toward her by the familiarity of her story.
She but no one shared that sentiment and for years she bagged to herself stories of what they know not.
If she had not the will to write then it would not haunt her what she saves the eyes from . .
But every time she wills to write for the culture, the vulture wait there of, above her hut. To sink it beaks on remains from people’s judgment.
Instead she closed her note and drove the vulture away.
She shall wait till she travels far away to where only doves stay.
Unconcerned and free…

How long do you think she will wait?

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Oleander

I am oleander

Bright and beautiful

Pink and green

I accept the compliment

Pass by

Don’t touch

I am oleander

Don’t love me

I will leave your skin odd

For a time I will cure your illness

That I am meant to do

I am oleander

Lone and bright

Lone…..

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Akinyemi itunu

Akinyemi itunu

Writing is another way I communicate with people, aside drawing. A web designer that loves nature (flowers,clouds,animals, mountains) and books