Stephen Ayodele
poet. architect.
Member Since: 1 year ago
Poetry Did It. For Me. Part II i found peace at the tip of the quill i found home at the edge of the hill no painting could describe how i feel thousand words, but are hard to spill this is the void only poetry can fill poetry taught me how to speak diligently, i'm not that hard to teach eloquence, that's what i wanna reek nobody, that's who i wanna please kindness, that's what i wanna bleed compassion, that's how i wanna lead.
i'm drowning in the ocean of words my mind, the boat is rowing inherently poetry became my oxygen, it saved me i'm not a talker, but poetry showed me a way a way to express myself without fear all my old notes i could not tear even though i'm a work in progress i learn to nurture and not to repress now i feel loved where i felt lost my mind glows when the light burst my hand scribbles when the night comes my room lit up as the candle burns my eyes light up when it's full moon my legs dances w...
