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Alone in the quiet corners of a hushed abode,
Where silence reigns, and footsteps seldom trod,
The walls, like ancient scribes, they stand so tall,
And in their stoic presence, secrets call.

Each room a vault of whispers softly shared,
Where solitude and solitude have paired,
In hidden nooks, confessions softly weep,
The walls, the keepers of secrets, silent, deep.

A painting’s gaze, a hushed and muffled cry,
Each crevice holds a tale, a lullaby,
The attic’s treasures, dusty and concealed,
Unveil the mystic history they shield.

In whispered echoes and the creak of floors,
The walls, they listen, guard the ancient lore,
A memoir etched in every hushed lament,
The beauty of the secrets they have intent.

For in this quiet haven, you and they,
Together dwell in solace, night and day,
The walls, they are more than bricks and plaster’s plea,
They cradle hidden beauty’s mystery.

© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi

I embody this exquisite disorder, these shattered fragments that gleam in the sunlight. It is the kind of chaos that is not conventionally attractive.

I am these words that anchor me to my heart, the merging of thoughts and vibrant emotions. I am the fiery red transitioning into a soothing blue.

I am fury, passion, and a faint whisper of hope. I am expression in all its nonsensical forms, because coherence is not necessary.

I am this roar, this murmur, this falling tear that transforms into something precious by embracing my emotions.

I am a collection of experiences, the plunge into darkness, and the ascent into light. I am always evolving, never a finished product or a product at all.

I am in constant motion, a dynamic masterpiece of human vulnerability, akin to the flourish of a cherry-red flamenco dress.

I am the raw essence of fear and vulnerability. Never ceasing to move, never stopping the expression. It is the core of who I am, the only truth I need to remember.

I encounter colors, and they embrace me through my open mouth. It is a love that grows like resilient emerald vines, embracing everything.

I am this magnificent disorder. I cradle my tears, allowing them to lay the foundation for the silver pathways of my future.

Streaming, letting go, a gentle freedom emerges from the smoky mist of all this expression. It is freedom, and I will savor it forever on my tongue.

I am the embodiment of a beautiful mess,
holding within me an inspiring message.
My life is a messenger of extraordinary chaos.
I may not be there yet,
but when I am, life can only leave a dent, not place a bet.

Yes! I am Ifedolapo
I do not give up!!!

© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi

In the North, where war’s cold grip did hold,
Amina and I, our love, a story untold.
Two hearts entwined, then cruelly torn apart,
The pain of separation, a dagger in my heart.

Years passed by, I felt a part of me had died,
In the darkness of war, I could no longer hide.
The memories of her smile, her laughter so bright,
Became my beacon through the endless night.

Anxiety gripped me as the news arrived,
Amina, my love, might still be alive.
The hope, the fear, a storm in my chest,
Would she return to me, in this land at rest?

Then the message came, like a breath of spring,
Amina was alive, oh, what joy it did bring!
Her return was imminent, my heart danced with glee,
But would she still love me as she used to be?

The day finally arrived, with bated breath I waited,
At the old oak tree, our love unabated.
When I saw her, my Amina, in the golden light,
Tears of joy filled my eyes, and my worries took flight.

Our hearts reunited, the love still so strong,
In each other’s arms, where we truly belong.
Amina’s homecoming, a tale of love so divine,
Together once more, forever, you will be mine.

© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi

Dark hours of the night, shadows creep,
A world shrouded in secrets, a silence deep.
The moon, a lone sentinel in the sky,
Casting silver threads, as time passes by.

Whispers of the wind, a haunting tune,
Invisible sorrows under the watchful moon.
Stars twinkle, like distant dreams they gleam,
Guiding lost souls in this nocturnal scheme.

Thoughts, like phantoms, dance through the mind,
In the obsidian canvas, they intertwine.
The world at rest, in a tranquil embrace,
These dark hours, a sanctuary, a quiet space.

Embrace the night, its mysteries and fears,
For in the darkness, courage appears.
In the quiet, we find our inner light,
In these dark hours, we discover our might.

© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi