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pitch-dark nights/ by authur michael tupu I sit under trees sketching the things that could've been on the black and white canvas five light years away. you jog my memory, to a place I once knew, and whisper whistles in the pitch dark, of stabbing words winding down my chest chirping gurgling sounds that reverberate 'round the weeping chest. a chest- of empty drawers drawn silhouettes hollowing out everything I once knew, I'm beginning to hate even the beautiful things. you whisper out whirling songs waving at mosaics and frescoes fuming in situ for-ever because they couldn't dance but I enjoy, I actually do— for a little while when you're caliginous, when the twigs and sprigs dance, moving in sync with the world, the sky and the oceans, and yet two things remain unbothered —peace and silence. #poetry#review#amtupu_

/confined/ in-out from-under the deep dark that i can't alter, bright colors of anger come out to yell. i am the space within two lengths of gossips and dark humor, the small distance between two fingers that yearn to die from each other's charge. i hold burdens of grudges that appear to soar in grins but sag in attitudes like null uncontrollable waters. i'm that confined space aligned in nothing, but torqued so tight my future remains bolted in numb emotions. i'm confined in unbreathable dark spaces of anger, where vain pursuits of struggle taste as silent as death. #amtupu_#poetry#review

Revenge// By Authur Michael Tupu its brutal, —to desist revenge. you ache from the friction, and burst into a beautiful flame, you forge the finest piece of steel that cuts thru every bitter wave, that you go thru. but you're not defined by your worst. you're not the fire that yearns for retaliation. instead, you seek to reciprocate all the energy that was invested into nurturing you up, and try to forget how cold and wet they kept you, before now. some days, steel cuts itself, and you bleed from wounds that you indirectly inflict upon yourself. some days you draw too close to the fire for warmth, reminiscing how the cold used to cage you like a captive, and now the heat of the fire like night tales tardily refreshes your retentiveness and before you recollect, snap, you're burnt afresh. then you learn again, quickly, how to find peace by the sea water, away from the fire, canvassing the tides within you, and you find yourself again, the power within you, to find solace all by yourself and discipline every dour will that knocks heavily on your door for the exchange of unyielding thoughts. i never want to revenge. it burns. it hurts like a wound that's supposed to heal, but never will. ©a.m.tupu. #review#poetry#amtupu_

/ourocean of love/ By Authur Michael Tupu we're in the ocean of love, voyaging across horizons, of forever, blindfolded of the violent tides around us. but when the earth shakes too hard to jiggle us, we will hold on very tight, gripping on to the waters. we hope to discover gravity, the moon, and the sun behind these tides, and be in silent conversations with them. when the cold currents race against our battleship, we will wage war against them, sailing deep into the warzone, with compassion and commitment. when everything seems to have fallen apart, we will swim in this love together, fighting against the waves, and when we're tired, we will come at truce with the tides, and convince them to carry us towards the shore, ebbing us away from the violent storms, to an island we've always known, an island of solace, an island full of love #poetry #amtupu_ #review I'm torn within "tides" and 'our ocean of love' for the title. Would you choose for me? Thank you.

saddest road. by Authur Michael Tupu. "in peace, sons burry their fathers. in war, fathers burry their sons." brothers, an ode to you, you went down the saddest road. //oh you went oh furthest//. when the world fights a war, there are those who perish from not knowing there existed a battle. a part of me is holding back tears, for i look for you in places i know you can't fit no more. call me wind if you please, for i know not how to weep in secrecy. i breathe, wait and hope that my fears are not only that i lost you, but I'll be able to stomach the bruises your departure printed on this blood core. #poetry#amtupu_#review

/the sky that fell/. to the sky that fell on the palm of my poems: when I asked for your number, what I really meant was; //I saw you in reverie once//. you took a human form to live on the line of my imaginations, when I woke up, I still couldn't fasten up the urge to introduce myself. so I vanished, to a place where I still couldn't gather the courage behind the scourge to say before galaxies, "you're beautiful." so I say, "you remind me of the wand flowers my Momma showed me yesterday," to which you said, "_______________." whatever happens next, is a sign before the sky called celestial, a signal for me to reignite the stars and confect your scars, to our beautiful, and I want to swallow every sad and bitter thing that has happened to you before me, and conquer the sound of your every instrument, before you play my ribs like the strings of your favorite guitar. everyday I want to hold you like you're the only thing my palms have ever touched. I'm sorry Miss, me? I just can't let you go anymore, and to anybody that asks me if you're my girlfriend, "No, she's my language. I speak her. And, me? I'm her favorite page." #poetry#amtupu_#review

there's a river flowing inside my head, and i can hear the sound of words dancing to the tune of violent turbulence and pebbles. life is a barren vacuum, there's no light here. darkness has a way of shutting those who blink even the slightest but poetry is my last hope, to bring me into existence again. if my poem doesn't rhyme, set my feet free please, and I'll run fierce like a free verse. there are broken crayons inside my bag and i wish they befriend my emotions and tell each other stories of how it's impossible to be whole again. i've learnt quicker that behind a broken heart is a brain that feeds it and that if a house is full of demons, maybe there are better confessions than vacate and leave it empty. #amtupu_#review#poetry

I'm merely a stranger in your life, Yet I have known is only you. I'm a summer noon in your life,and you're appealing sunset. I'm scattered beads in your life, And, you're like my fav sautoir. I'm unspoken feelings of a lover, you're the moment of confession. I'm a stammering mouth, yet I have spoken first word is your name. I'm like a love triangle in your life, but you're the only love line in mine. I'm a broken glass of wine,but you're a vessel well design, I'm a dark swampy forest, you're the only sunshine. I'm merely a sentence in your life, yet I have filled library's with thoughts of you. #review #rks #poetry

"I PROMISE". What can you do for me? He asked!!! Well! I can tell you my cosiest place Where you can bellow out your ache. You can put your head on my shoulder in hard time. And I promise, I'll not budge for a while. I can paste our pictures in my diary. To keep our memories alive for eternity. I'll make you feel wanted in the streets of my heart. I'll make you believe in yourself after your every defeat. When you'll get annoyed by my presence I'll give you space, make you free from me & my thoughts. I'll please your eyes by my beautiful smile, also tease you by your funny names. Whenever you feel low, there would be my shoulder,so you can cry upon. I'll love you till my last breath, and especially when you feel unattended, I'll give you all of me, I'll give you all of the best parts of me. I promise. #review #poetry #rks

"YOU WANT IT, JUST GET IT". Please don't stop, ask for it, claim it. it's yours, totally yours, you deserve more. What can be yours, what should be yours, doesn't decided by them, you want it, just get it. you can't defined by their set of rules, because you make your own and follow them. “In a society that profits from your self-doubt, Start investing in your growth just start liking yourself, don't make them profit, not a buck". Self contemplating can't help you, you're not just a toy, not for pleasing one's libido. Please, you are the hope of many fettered feet, fettered by being hopeless, worthless, useless for this patriarchal society. If you gonna raise your voice, this would be gift to thousands of voiceless mouths. You'll be guide to them, so please take a step, take a lead,for riding speed. You're much more than you know yourself. You are the Goddess Spes , full of hopes and lives. Stop believing them, they want you to be always clueless. So, don't let your guards down, show them you're the Jupiter. #rks #poetry #review

Title : Wallflower While tying up pony, she was thinking, declining would had been a better idea, her unwillingness, had always been her panacea, To bring down all the worldly hassle. Lingering over self is one of her fav bustle. Even,when I got no friends, I love my company extremely, she was murmuring while strolling along an alley. Mama, Am I looking ugly?!, she asked sadly, Although she knew the answer so sure already. Mum likes me even when I can't like myself. How cute she's, unlike all. Going to a party isn't her Idea at all, but for mama she can do whatsoever,at one call. As we set foot on the party, I got easily distracted by everyone's keen eyes. Is my hair alright, what about my cosmetics? My plumpy body isn't party fit at all.Aah! what a melodrama! I couldn't hide the vehemence of my reaction, from mama. She came to me, put her hand on my shoulder, all I did is stare. She told, Even Wallflowers can be grown in garden. why don't you try to communicate? Being a wallflower was not my choice, but this is what I'm, I won't deny. Ohkay, I can do it, C'mon,take a deep breath and let's give it a try. I teetered, towards a girl, and hushed in a muffled voice, " Hi "! She looked, direct into my eyes,I almost got to cry. After that, all I could heard is,"You are the one from south block of the town, "Right"?! I said, " Yes ".Hi ,Can I be your friend ?,She asked upright. I glanced, at mama, she nodded in agreement,"Yes", was I said. Mama, was always right, even wallflowers can get along with peeps without hatred. #rks #poetry #review

Title: "War" :( War could make you feel deterred, It could wreck your whole world. War between two nations, War between two communities, War between two thoughts. War could snatch your identity, It could sieze your entity. Many children grew up without their fathers, Wives left alone, insurance salesman became rocket launchers. Artists lost their existence, All were the aftermaths of war. Children lost their parents, Amateurs lived lives of paupers. People lost God's grace, Noncombatant strayed from their residence. Hospitals became prayer halls. Cementries listened wails, What not?! War is the result of incessant hostile thoughts, Million more innocents, million more onslaughts. Yes, we got praised. Got praised for what?! Winning war or loosing trust. As all wars are civil wars first. Because all men are brothers. Even after several years, We are unable to free ourselves, from the shackles of distress. War is nothing but a cowardly escape, from the problems of calmness. #review #rks #poetry