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In this very heated confrontation we were heads to heads involved in, Too often than usual, I overheard -  "you don't talk to a man like that" Ade?  A man?  But what could possibly make Adeola a man?  I thought. And "Man like no other!!!" his mates will cheer. But before he is a man, he is first a person  And before he is this person,  He is human, Then a friend,  A lover,  And a brother One would think him tough, but he built up these walls to hide Stood them up to shield and that's all he had I've never seen anyone with guards that high  Yet heart so fragile  Too upset but more ignorant to see,  I went straight for the heart expecting it's core I pounced, then I struck and leaped up for jubilation In my wildly foolish mind, I had stuck a demon  But something was different  It appeared my palms where covered in blood He too had had a rough past And like the rest of us It takes time for healing to take p

〠 There's something intriguing about unavailability  Yesterday I didn't understand it, Today it all seems clearer,  Tomorrow I won't be around to phantom the thoughts. There's always something inside the water, however clean What a life this has played itself to be Such a beautiful lie, now my ugly truth  Someday I'll be enough for my never satisfying self. ohh.. The irony of being born from love, To falling in love, To dying for love... Stupid cupid!!! Next time? Hit both and not one Mr Gutts says, "the tornados never meet the volcanos"  Such ignorance in a persons guts Ohh.. The irony in opposites attract  Because hi, i'm Tornado. very nice to meet you volcano 00:00:04 left Sun explodes! Now off with their heads Even Solomon Grundy had an end pink.ink.on.paper url

Miss Phoebe Congo No. 7 Blind Lane Avenue, Ernest Town S.E.18 20th February , 1805 Dear   Mayflower, One plus One = Twofar My loyalty to this cause runs too far Before dawn, I stood up on my feet for you Your cry had touched me greatly I was rooting for you... How dare you! To believe I didn't realize how far gone in I was for you You nurtured this soul train to a clash point Head lights sparking off to a flash point Sirens blowing up the silence I begged for water and you fed me off the river you created with my tears People do me bad and I wish I did them worse As it is I have no interest in working with someone who is too important or too self conserved  or too slow to take a call for me at 3:00am Why is it that I've never cried to you about the things that break me? Because you don't think I've toiled enough to be rewarded But at the break of spring I let the colors spill And I forgave you So I say to everybody,  P

I AM AWAKE NOW You can not walk in and out of here every time! You can not mean you love me and do these things that you do. Even broken, I am not a door mat! I am thinking this is posed to be your final destination and not your designated waiting area. Meaning? you get here...and stay here! I lost everything though this year because I think you loved you. You talk of trust, Of the west side stories, Of how I deserve some glass slipper, And how you go away to right your wrongs But you forget these lies are contagious! I now tell myself that you will eventually reciprocate this love. And I get stuck here trying to figure out how to win you back You must Roll your boat And you best believe this is not a mere confrontation. I am just not wired for this kind of hurt that you put me through. All I can see are dark clouds like halos above your head. And I can not deal with such negative energy... Well at least not anymore.

Hello Everyone, If you are reading this, I'm extremely grateful to have you here. PINK INK ON PAPER has been growing in audience and as well as content since I started it with the help and encouragement of an awesome friend in 2013. To those who started with me and are still here, I say a massive Thank You. Y'all are the real MVPs I know I have not been the best blogger there is but that has been because life and growing up really does take a hold of you in ways you never see coming.  But it's everyone of you who believe in the little work I do and for others that support me by sharing and posting and commenting and even featuring me, that brings me right back to where it all started. It's been really awesome knowing that there are people who still believe in others aside themselves.  For those asking, I have a couple write ups that I have been storing up and will be much more effective here.  Below are answers to a few repeated questions I get fr

tôkinG  flīz Talking flies........ I thought those things buzzed! Reasons why you mistake white and gold  For blue and black?!? Again it's only myself  to say where my pain hurts the most  A character that speaks such volume Or are you referring to A, B and Cs That turned to mere remixes And reproduced as MP3s ? You have taken my love..... You have twisted my love...... You have made me this awful thing, In a fine bathing soaked in caramel: butter: milk bath! Ex lover, You Are Going Straight To Hell !!! Act your shoe size, because you are taking this walk alone  You Judgemental Judger, never you look at me that way  I'm too broken to hold back these falling pieces I have forgiven you. But we will never be the same again  Just like the taste of water is different with salt in it. Just like my injury hurts more when you poured methylated spirit on it  You sounded like you would always love