
Light Lines &
Poet. Photographer. Storyteller.
I write what I feel, shoot what I see, and create what I need.
This space holds it all — the words, the light, the journey.
Member Since: 2 years ago


In Case You Forgot Me (I Almost Did Too)
Hey love, It’s been a while — and I know that’s an understatement. I didn’t plan to ghost. Life just happened… loudly, quickly, and all at once. In the middle of creating, building, healing, and simply breathing, I went quiet here. But not still. A lot has grown in the silence: 🌿 I’ve become more rooted in my craft — from skincare content to photography 📝 My words have deepened, my vision clearer 📸 I’ve found new ways to tell stories — through light, product, and emot...


ROTLIGHT
.. I wasn’t done, I picked the pen✍️ again and wrote till I’ll be heard… The truth will always find it’s way out I looked back and “it” started to make sense The words, The truth, The vulnerability, Everything that seemed or looked true… Everything was starting to unravel itself I wasn’t done… I dropped the pen✍️ once again…. The story continues…. ©️ Faith Olawale (Lines&Light) ✍️ Lines&Light 📸 Lines&Light #poetry #thetruthuntold


ROTLIGHT
ROTLIGHT… I picked up the pen✍️ and wrote again This time with an assurance that , ”everything masterminded will surely be overthrown” (May we always find reasons to be alive in every where we find ourselves) “Writing with confidence beyond criticism is everything needed” … I began to speak words✍️ to people’s mindset because a day in life will come📍 When you needed those words to feel alive To live with spark✨ To feel as thou the heavens was smiling at you.. I wa...


ROTLIGHT…
Oyewale Toluwanimi was the brightest soul I had ever walked beside. Our steps once matched, our days intertwined— until, without warning, the thread between us began to loosen. One afternoon, I understood why: she was leaving town. I wept. My mother pulled me close, her arms a quiet shelter, and told me to be well. Her words carried something I could not yet name. Grief lingered in the corners of my days. But time kept reshaping me. My mother urged me to hold on to joy, and only later di...


POEM; Out of the Blank Space
I stared into blank space, I couldn’t help but reminisce— Every moment I was hurt, Every struggle I had fought. I never believed I’d still be here, But here I am—caught up in it all. Still, I made a promise to myself: No one else should feel this way. This depression I had to climb out of— I fought like hell to breathe again. But now, it returns like a shadow, And once more, I search for a way out. These feelings of not being enough... They weigh heavy, And yes, I need help. I need t...


Poem;A Familiar Sky, A New Me
I looked into the skies, and I saw this— Here in the city of Ogbomoso📍 A gust of overwhelm rushed through me. It stirred memories I couldn’t quite explain— Memories of fearing the rain, Of fearing our old house might be blown away, Of muddy streets I used to hate After every stormy day. But I looked up and smiled. I was amazed… and I wondered why. Life happened—yes, it did. And now I find myself Loving this very same sky, This very same atmosphere I once wished away. © Fai...


Whispers in the dark
POEM; Whispers in the dark Moving in the oceans of girdling lies Going over pending files He looked into the overwhelmed souls Sitting directly in the opposite rows. Knowing deep down in his majestic self (As he scanned through shadowed shelves, He traced the spines of thoughts at bay) That these words would unravel at noonday. He longs for tides to turn just right, For dawn to ride without a fight. He wanted everything just perfect, Not wanting to be laughed at. He kept this for so long, A...


NATURE I love nature, the plants,landscapes and creatures the inhalation of fresh air the tiny and vulnerable creatures, these and many more made me love nature. The creation of nature is so perfect copasetic and dulcet, the exhilarating effects of mountain air makes me feel like I am in the seventh heaven. Some say its exaggeration but nature is peaceful nature is beautiful nature is colourful and above all,nature is life. #Poetry #July2023Poetry


HOMOSEXUALITY AND LESBIANISM In a part of the world where youths were wayward it was full of sins practiced by iniquitous beings involved in homosexuality and lesbianism where youths carry it out with enthusiasm where opposite gender sleep with each other. some practice it for serenity but it destroyed an entire city just as it was recounted in the holy scripture. some practice it for pleasure while others were initiated, if only they knew the consequences, they will avoid it with all invol...


BULLYING It all recrudesce at once their actions didn't prove her wrong it collocated with her fears after living peacefully for years, now she had to bear the bullying and manipulation the intimidation and detestation. They trounced her mercilessly her soul cried but they continued ruthlessly, she pleaded for mercy but they laughed at her causing fear in her. she shivered in fearfulness but if only they knew about her softhearted, they would treat her with enamoredness and realize they b...


MY THOUGHTS IN DISARRAY The swelling of injured heads the chipping sounds of birds the perturbing and exhilarating problems, these and many more was an emblem emblem in the sense that, all these were twirling in my mild mind. Causing my thinking faculty and panic-struck soul to bind I just had to let it out but if only I enunciate these feelings, it might help me it might help this anxiety, this depression, this melancholic state of mind. But I was really scared, scared of the unforeseen l...


MOTHERHOOD It all started at the age of fifteen she had no idea of what motherhood entails being a teen, she was devastated,confused dejected and depressed. She was being sold to a rich merchant her bride price has been paid despite her mother's rant, her mother gave an angry glare to her greedy father who smiled at her and she felt like a waste water she knew that very moment that she was doomed. She wasn't given the chance to enjoy her bloom she was forced into a teenage marriage with ...

THOUGHTS IN DISARRAY The swelling of injured heads the chipping sounds of birds the perturbing and exhilarating problems, these and many more was an emblem emblem in the sense that,all these were twirling in my mild mind. Causing my thinking faculty and panic-struck soul to bind, I just had to let it out but if only I enunciate these feelings, it might help me it might help this anxiety this depression, this melancholic state of mind. But I was scared, scared of the unforeseen lampoon. #Po...


MOTHERHOOD POEM for all mothers and teenage moms Written by me It all started at the age of fifteen she had no idea of what motherhood entails being a teen, she was devastated,confused dejected and depressed. She was being sold to a rich merchant her bride price has been paid despite her mother's rant, her mother gave an angry glare to her greedy father who smiled at her and she felt like a waste water she knew that very moment...
























