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Ochukomena

There is something ineffable about ink on paper, A quiet violence beneath its surface.

The paper, silent and stoic, Becomes the beast of burden for your sorrow, Bearing the weight of your unshed tears. It mocks your…

Nov 28, 2024

Nov 28, 2024

My old life sat still, a monotone hum of heartbeats faint, failing to echo.

The Static and the Bloom

Nov 27, 2024

Nov 27, 2024

I am not a writer.

When I Write, I Sing

Nov 26, 2024

Nov 26, 2024

Poetry is a deception.

Aug 5, 2023

Poetry is a deception.

Aug 5, 2023

Broken words

Mar 24, 2023

Mar 24, 2023

there is a river in our backyard.

Feb 15, 2022

Feb 15, 2022

Re: (2)

Olivia has large dark eyes which compliments her beautiful light skin. I haven’t paid much attention to her lashes and now I’m conflicted…

Nov 28, 2021

Nov 28, 2021

Re:

I have been dying to reach out.

Nov 27, 2021

Nov 27, 2021

Fulton Sheen says "A happy death is a masterpiece and no masterpiece was ever perfected in a day"…

And when that day comes, let it be known I indeed put my affairs in order and shed so many a tear and now all that is left in me is this…

Nov 26, 2021

Nov 26, 2021

EDORE Mama hasn’t been herself lately I can tell.

Nov 25, 2021

Nov 25, 2021

Ochukomena

Ochukomena

My words end in questions, not conclusions—unsettled and unapologetic. Yet, here I am—writing my way through the world.

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