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Sight’s👁️ Whispers👄

I name it beauty—
Not because it tries,
But because it simply is.
Nature,
Unapologetic in its display,
Wearing green like a memory
That refuses to fade.

Each morning,
I rise from my sleep to check in—
To view the awe,
To witness it again—
Peace in the eyes of nature.
Not loud,
Not begging—
Just resting.

Watching the woods breathe in dusty tones,
Earth-stained and ancient,
Reminding me of where I come from.

And then—
Without warning—
It hurts.
It pierces deep,
Not so loud,
But a quiet invasion.
How this awe slowly clouds,
Slowly forgetting its shape,
Shifting from glamour
To the stillness of breath.

Staring at beauty becomes pain—
My thoughts crash—
Metal on metal,
Cymbals in a skull
Too small for the noise.

I try to admire,
But now the morning sun no longer warms—
It strikes.
The greens fade into space,
As the dusty woods drown in greys—
The world narrows.
And my sight—
My once faithful window—
Becomes a tunnel,
Punctured in silence.

Holes.

Not screaming,
Not sharp—
Just there...
And the beauty—
That honest, effortless beauty—
Slips away into something unreachable,
Something that feels like a memory
Still waiting to happen.

F&F Hollie Poetry Optometry department,Uniben

THE EYEBALL GATE
Enter here_
Not through doors of wood or iron, but through the trembling sphere where light confesses everything.

The eyeball is no innocent witness.
It devours the world in silence, swallowing skies, sins, and secrets without ever tasting truth.
Step closer.
See how it glistens_
a polished lie,
a wet mirror
that reflects you
but never reveals you.

Within it_
storms coil behind stillness,
memories rot into color,
and every glance becomes a verdict.
This is the gate.
Not guarded by locks,
but by perception, fragile, shifting, easily deceived.

Cross it,
and you are no longer outside.
You become image,
illusion, interpretation.
Here, reality fractures.
Here, nothing is whole_
only seen.
So enter, if you dare,
through the quiet, watching orbit...
and remember every glance!

*Just Like You 🥺*

Beating around, searching for something…
Everything goes blurry the moment we find it—
as if we never really saw it at all.

Funny how this is what we've lived our whole lives knowing.
As it thins… as it lingers…
it wraps around us like a robe—
jobs fade,
everything bends into amazement.

Thoughts flood in,
and our make-over delusions start to creep.

Can I call this a poem?
Or is it just another piece
of many broken pieces?

No… I think I know what this is.
*Smiles faintly*
It's the echo of a wired mind,
a contented thought,
crushed emotions,
and a wounded spirit.

Mmm… there’s a lot to say,
but it keeps surfacing in unpleasant ways.

Understanding fails,
Knowledge becomes unfathomable,
Wisdom limps,
and still—
it all keeps coming back.

Right there in my head:
a chaos, a storm,
hands thrown in shadow…
like pain written between pages.

"Just like you."
Yes—
the memories of *you* that I recall.

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Is there Superpowers ?*

Superpowers, superpowers—
Everyone wants to be a hero,
But nobody wants to fight.

I stay, I wish, I dream—
Imagining myself becoming
Something powerful, magnificent.

I taught myself reading, writing,
Medicine, every skill the world can imagine,
Yet here I remain—
Morning, day, night,
Months and years pass me by.

My hands feel tied,
Unable to reach, unable to act.
I fight with my mind,
Battle my own thoughts,
Falling to the floor with my soul and spirit.

Drowned in anger,
Unable to create, to move,
Yet each day I stay—
Still, doing nothing.

It’s hard, like drowning,
Hands reach out to pull me free,
But I can’t raise mine to hold on.

It hurts deeply—
I feel lost,
I feel broken—
I need help_

Magic of kindness

I was lost in the field of misconception,
About to get drowned by confusion,
It was a moment, giving up was sure,
Life like a knife, priecing through my loins.

Not until a warm embrace from behind,
Wrapped me with the knowledge of Love,
It got me unannounced and amused,
The kindness I didn't deserve.

Like it's wards tuition, paid every dim,
Not even asking for a refund,
Like wave, it swept me off my feet,
Falling to the magic of a real heart.

's Whisper

In the table of my heart lies many tools, knives piercing through without cease.
Painfully and warm, feelings are entwined; doubts never range, undeniable.
My mind unveiled its deepest torture.

All alone, I faced my demons, battling the air.
Until my lover's arm enveloped me there,
Smiles spread like summer sun's warm ray.
Lips danced deep into mine eternally.

As hope swayed, making me alive,
Hands clenched together, our love did drive.
Building memories, a love-filled shrine.

Like rain, it drenched my dry soul.
Like sweet savor, refreshing my heart.p
Peacefully, my heart healed; love alive.

Never alone, at my lover's guide,
I hit the street of life fearlessly.
Storms and whirled wind, traitless.
In the warmth of my lover lies strength.
My heart, a real garden full of roses.

STONE 🤍

Your heart, a warm, soft stone,
Conceals depths I've yet to call my own.
Its surface, rough, yet gentle too,
Like waves that splash, but mildly break through.

Within, a rumbling silence lies,
A river of affection, deep and wise.
In its calm, my soul finds rest,
A haven from life's turbulent unrest.

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🍃

Life unfurls like emerald pastures,
Where breathing things find peaceful habitats.
Soft breezes caress my skin,
As a snail seeks refuge within.

Trees stand sentinel, strong and tall,
Branches embracing all.
Ants weave industrious lives,
In this forest, where myths entwine.

BEAUTY?

Mmm...
Yeah I know🤗
My costume is great
My mirror speaks the word 'adorable!'
I paint myself with the best colours
And me, I sing the praise of the beauty I'm beholding
I'm clothed in the most alluring apperal
Complimenting my beauty with the jewels of gold... spinning around in pride, I said to myself "I'm ready to mount"
🤔....why was that?
I was set out of the banquet
Casted, not minding the magnificent attire
What could be wrong?....
Yeah, everything
Clothed in purple, buh my linings are rags
The odour oozes like a corps been laid to rest😓
All the effort , count no inner polishing
Little did I know, I've left my inner self unchecked,
Singing praises of my physical beauty
Buh failing my inner peace

Yes, I might have seen the heavenly, but I can't afford it...."character" the worst card I played.

Lerner's permit...✍️

MORNING ✨

Play now
Strive now
Shout now
Run now
Jump now....do everything now
But yet you can't get satisfaction
Where roses are, it radiates beauty
So is life when lay on the soil of faith
Yes, is a mind alert!
Wake and let your fist get to work
Our thought and heart has it all
Infact, if it's a world of it's own, we would be riding on chariots of gold... wealthier than real imagination
But why not wake
Work on each seconds
Letting every fibre of your being strike,
Letting Your word out as a seed
And your act cultivates
Your kindness like drop of drizzling rain that waters
Let your smiles, be like the sun raise
Let's each day be for harvest
And the world will sing your praise, cause you've left a bold footprint
Don't ever think is night already
"I'm not good enough" shouldn't get to the widows of your heart
Is not gonna hurt too long
That the real life process.✍️

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LYRICS of 🤍

Let everyday count
Everyday spent with the right people
The smiles they put on your face are Rays
Write it in the template of your heart
Love ones are easily seen
Yet, LOVE is hardly shown
The real spelling of Love is not the letters
But it's real meaning defines affection and selflessness
We strive by Riding
Riding on the waves of life
But when the ride is with the right person, you just spread your wings and soar
Put the key in the right key hole and it opens with ease, that how the lyrics of love merge with the heart.
Slowly it breaks it into halves, fixing it with no cracks....

Nmesomachukwu's.... ✍️