Penetrating thoughts,
Pregnant minds
And scraps of poetry
Umbilically attached to memories
Let us burn them like books no one will read
And they will never know
The sadness between the lines
Of all the words that I’ve collected- Soré Agbaje
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Writing Pains
She wrote herself out of taped up boxes and locked shelves
She wrote herself out of the sadness that couldn’t flow from sockets and souls
Through mother do you hear me Stop breaking my heart
She wrote
Through dessert storms and fields of love shaped in lillies
She dipped them in ink to remember
She wrote herself into the shadow of the woman she’d catch glimpses in a mirror
She’d catch glimpses in her smile
In the space between her heart and outstretched arm
In the curves of her mind she balanced in the swing of her hips and the bend of her spine
Because she wrote to remember but also forget
She wrote to be heard but also to listen
She wrote to teach but also to learn
She wrote when dark night’s seemed to never lapse into day
She wrote through giggles and heart palpitations
She wrote through coffee stains on the table and friendship bracelets
Through whiter teeth and slimmer waists
She wrote the world on her sleeves…her heart was also there
And signed it
Sincerely,
The girl who wrote
Letters To You,
I know that life’s traded you a world of broken hearts
And parts of you you’d rather be without
But perfection is the risk of never living
A half empty mentality of reaching for blank skies instead of stars
Falling fast for dreams on run down pavements
With your soul so tightly wound around vissions you’ll never be
I hope you learn to love yourself the way lungs love to breath
And lips love to be kissed
And tears love to be shed
I hope you learn to love yourself the way a pen loves a poet
The way stories love a struggle
The way I loves you
And you needs and I- Soré Agbaje
Such a beautiful night…I don’t ever want to forget it…Prom 2013 #prom #beautiful #makeup #sephora @tenanewyork #friends #memories #hair @nickys_beauty_salon
Crushed Clouds
Stepping on crushed clouds
But they feel like shards of glass
Against my feet
Fresh wounds of places I’ve been and left behind
I’ve been walking distant streets
Lost with no home
Trapped in my mind
Can you tell me where I’m going?
I’m composed of all the words they’ve ever said
Whispers against my epidermis
They cause blisters
Shedding like skin
When I hug you they remain
The touch of finger tips and we
Share…
the words trapped in my skin cells
Penetrating thoughts,
Pregnant minds
And scraps of poetry
Umbilically attached to memories
Let us burn them like books
No one will read
And they will never know
The sadness between the lines
And all the words that I’ve collected- Soré Agbaje
Stoned souls on Jungle Pavements
I want my words to drip like syrup
Ever so slowly into the minds of the masses
To pervade the stoned souls that walk these jungle pavements
I want to Rosa Parks my way to history
That Martin Luther kind of dream that’s taught in classrooms
I want to be the silent words that sparks a revolution
I want to be that deafening sound that wakes up a generation
The type that shakes a nation
Because what’s the point of living
If your never heard once you stop breathing
And your too busy staring down soles on the ground
Instead of the souls right in front of you
I want to stitch my breath into the atmosphere like fog on window panes
I want my feet etched in these jungle pavements
And in the stoned souls of the masses- Sore Agbaje
Dream Land
Your eyes,
Your eyes are like floating chandeliers and sometimes I get lost in orbit dreaming of mercury and distant planets we’d create
And your hands,
Your hands are like salvation army corner stores, giving a helping hand to my Amber alert mind
And …your smile
They’re all wrapped up in my poetry
Like a constant peripheral vision you linger in the corners of my consciousness
And I’m all…caught up in your orbit
Contesting with these silvery moons and pleasant stars that hang like panties on a clothing line
Stitched into these clouds for your attention
Did you…fall off the finger tips of God
Graze the heavens and get all caught up in my galaxies
Were you plucked from Angel wings and,
Did they wash you in honey and the silent tears of God
Did they dip you in fairy dust and make your skin out of Godiva chocolates
When I star gaze into these fields of dark blue skies am I looking at your reflection
You are a story book romance but I’m illiterate
And your mind,
Are the dreams that Martin Luther king had
And your mind,
Are the words that flowed from Shakespeare’s pen
And your mind,
Are the symphonies of Beethoven
And your mind are the complexities in Pythagorean’s theorem
Your soul,
is like walking through a museum
And your soul,
Is conceptual art that can’t be hanged
And your soul,
is a dowry I cannot buy
Your eyes, your your hands, your smile, your soul, your mind
Be mine- Sore Agbaje
Cat People
Cat people
They creep into the darkness of a soul
Bringing up the buried garbage repressed in a mind
Cat people
They run circles in your memories
Chasing the invisible ball of yarn, a trail that leads to nowhere
Cat people,
Stop!… don’t look them in the eye
They glow in your darkness
A siren to your demise
Cat people
Silicone Mirage
She was a smile wrapped in envy
A knife beneath her tongue she’d spit behind my back
She was a…sugar cube dipped in poison
A gilded platter of…shit I’d uncover beneath her laughter
Nevertheless I saw through her silicone mirage of best wishes and condolences
I’d look at her like a kaleidoscope and catch glimpses of the second face she tried to hide
Nevertheless I see through your silicone mirage- Sore Agbaje
Still in progress I’m a little tid bit obsessed…the white thing was my attempt at a shell :/ lol… #art #painting #paint #drawing #colours #mothernature
Painting in progress :/ preffer the sketch… #art #painting #mothernature
The Rhythm Of Your Lies
You gouged out the eyes at the back of my mind
The eyes blocked from the view of your sun kissed tan and caramel eyes
The eyes that never believed you when you delivered your lines
The type that rhymed like
You are to me what a pen is to a poet
Bull Shit
Lies
They were all lies you recycled
But I believed them
I basked in the warmth of it for a little too long
And now I’m sunburnt
My mind was blind
To the rhythm of your lies
And I danced to the sound like a Tango
Spun pirouettes in your webs of deception
Till my feet ached
Have the eyes grown back yet
My soul often whispers
But he ruined that too
A sound drowned out by his mellifluous words
His meticulous lies
He crafted in his sweeter than poison kisses
My soul often whispers
Have the eyes grown back yet
But for now my heart is content
Cause a heart cannot hear for it feels
For a heart cannot fear cause its sealed
Behind bones, wrapped in sinew
It still beats
Along with the rhythm of your deception- Sore Agbaje
I am
I am the forgotten
The monotonous
What starts as seconds and stretches to minutes but feels like hours
I am the footprints etched in melting snow
The eyes that linger on my soul
I am a dream
A dream of almost something
Almost something raped to nothing
The button left undone
The grains of rice left on a plate
A sentence not finished
His-story diminished
A fire extinguished
A lyric unsung
That girl you saw but never looked past her eyes into her mind
I am abandoned
Decayed like meat
Left to fester
Like thoughts never mentioned
Stories never told
Trapped in your mind
Like 6 feet under
Buried alive-Sore Agbaje
Clouds
I’m floating
Higher than blunts on a hazy Saturday
But does it matter anyway
Cause life will give you gravity
Bring you down back to reality
Into a world of mass insanity
Over-consumption and vanity
Can I get lifted like these clouds
Like smoke in chimneys
I want to float
And disapear
Like clouds- Sore Agbaje
