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PESSIMIST SIPS vs BLUES FOR MY TRAUMA by Stonez

Guest Writer's Profile:

Name: Wahab Olamilekan

PenName: Stonez

Genre: Poetry 

Profession: Social Educator

Location: Nigeria


1. PESSIMIST SIPS


I'm heavily patched skin 

of polythenes and tapes, 

and the ceiling is my limit. 


When the earth is quiet

the sound I make is the sweetest

when it is to be sang alone.

            

I sing it alone 

I sing it alone 

with nobody listening. 


I'm used to the thin voices 

of sad toads, 

and some other souls

that only shout at nights,

but my colleague says 

that I'm heavily broken and tired

and all I know is Kiwanuka 

and sad songs. 


Perhaps, she's right 

for I seldom think twice  

on many things that wear 

pessimism before me. 

The dieties in me

are Schopenhauers and Sissyphuses


But whenever I say I'm not a fan of hope, 

It actually means 

that I don't want to be afraid of NEPA anymore, 

the light takers and dark builders.


It means that I've accepted

all the broken parts in me

that can't be changed

and all fixable parts that'd be fixed by me.


Rebel Stonez 🎶


2. BLUES FOR MY TRAUMA 


I adorn myself

With some decorations of God 

I carry on my body 

Some decorations of God

And a dream

To make something of gold

Well life keeps pushing me 

To chase nothing to survive

Life keeps pushing me 

To chase nothing to survive

And pretend to be fine

Blending up with the other types

My soul is on the run

Rolling on the hill of chaos

My soul is on the run

Rolling on the hill of chaos

Who's gonna save me now

Ain't gonna wait to gather any moss

Who's gonna save me now

Well I've got my faith fatally crushed


Rebel Stonez 🎶

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