more than just words

  it is hard to admit that you feel alone you are part of the crowd but isolated in a zone that is unreachable your mind is not there you struggle to be present in this gift of life that we share with 8 billion people you are a drop in the ocean a fish in the sea hoping not to be seen by your equals you are not afraid of the sharks and you want to be captured so they know who you are

when you are happy with him but you are curious about her and your blue denim jeans suddenly compliment your pink shirt and the link was always there for you to observe when the rain settled and the sun appeared the painted sky showed the world where you belong a world with no boundaries a world where they do not care if you are he or she limitless outside the binary of acceptance and wanting to be free

  to give is not to receive   or to perceive that you will get what you deserve  you can make all the effort  but may not get what you have earned  you can formulate a blueprint  but you can not lay down the bricks  that have been cemented in a brain that refuses to click  to your switch  a heart that is disconnected  a signal that is lost  a network that has been fragmented  from the start  a foundation built on words and not on actions  a script of a love that will never be enacted 

  i am more than something easy on the eye more than somebody to lay by your side there is more things to explore inside of my mind  i am more than what you desire  i am not just a source of light in the darkness i exist the same way in the day time still you refuse to absorb the rays that i shine  even though everybody else feels it and you remain cold  or maybe you are taking in somebody elses heat  leaving no room for me to compete  leaving no space in your heart to see that i am more than enough  i am more than a dream i am the reality of true love when you scream my throat aches  and when you cry my eyes are not dry  and when you smile my teeth can be seen from miles away  i am more than what you have earned  i give you what you do not deserve  and i leave you with pride that i have not given you all that is mine  because i am more than what you know 

  they say oxygen is what we breathe and even though it is not seen i must say i believe because i know i am alive and so are the trees who grow beyond belief just to lose all its leaves and revise its life which appears in the shadows illuminated  by the sun when dusk turns to dawn and fixed colours become undone then the stars provide the light reflecting across the ocean that remains undiscovered by the human eye so sometimes it’s really hard to understand why we are here to understand what we are to understand where we are headed but to walk in faith is to walk with a guide to navigate your own path and to just be who you are

Genre: Fantasy Suits the reading age: 16+ Rating: 8/10 If you like these books: Hunger Games trilogy, Divergent trilogy, Maze Runner trilogy Over ten years after the release of Mockingjay, Suzanne Collins takes us back to the 10th annual Hunger Games following the life of a charming teenage Coriolanus Snow and his glamourous mentee Lucy Gray Baird. Fans of the franchise will enjoy uncovering the mystery behind the villainous President Snow and the Capitol experience of a war torn Panem. Collins introduces the reader to all those who have contributed to the formation of the Hunger Games as we now know it with familiar surnames such as Flickerman making an appearance. Continuing on the dystopian theme of the franchise, the book centres numerous philosophical questions surrounding human nature, justice and social contract. This is definitely a book for the deep thinkers of the world! Through the lens of an innocent Coriolanus Snow we explore the horrors of the Capitol's rule and the j

you start in gear one immediately focusing on two things at once so the thoughts start to flow as you check for a car at the bottom of your road and your handbrake is down so there is no stopping now you begun to roll back you are out of control and the hazards everywhere 100 miles per hour yet they are not getting anywhere until they collide with your thoughts so crushed you can hardly find how to regain them so you just let them be another memory  of your introspective mind

from holding hands to throwing bangs the abuse of physical touch you know that i yearn for your love so why must things be so tough why do you use my love against me buy me gifts and then condemn me for wanting more because i am sure that this is not the right reason for spending and an apology wont suffice if you cannot put aside your pride and reveal all the lies you have told through words that affirm nothing you need to give me something a reason to hold on the clock keeps ticking yet time is not fixing the damage that has been done and you understand my language yet it gets lost in translation you provide me with a service that reveals what is beneath your surface because you do not know how to love you just know how to hate you know how to manipulate  the ways that i feel loved

Genre: Fantasy Suits the reading age: 13+ Rating: 7/10 If you like these books: Children of Blood and Bone, Children of Virtue and Vengeance, Twilight, Hunger Games In the first instalment of 'The Return of The Earth Mother' series, we are subjugated to the aristocratic regime of the Eze, the ruler of the Kingdom of Nri. We navigate the history of the kingdom and its lingering effects through the lenses of estranged twins Esinaala and Sinaikuku, who embark on a journey of self discovery. Throughout the book we engage in the lives of both girls from different settings, allowing two separate stories to become one. Being a work of fantasy, the book explores ancient African mythology complimented by the tribal languages of Nigeria, most commonly, Igbo. Although, there is no mention of Nigeria as a country, the Kingdom of Nri is a region within Nigeria prior to its colonial establishment. The author of the series, Reni K Amayo, is in fact of Nigerian descent and therefore has tried

when the roses begin to wither and the chocolates are gone the jewels no longer shimmer by the rays of the sun the promises remain unstable in the atmosphere the lens of your love suddenly starts to clear and the private stories were for them not for you the movie nights built a wall to stop you getting through to deciding the names of the twins you have been trying to create every evening when there’s nothing left to say and the quotes are no longer relatable a fable of why you should remain faithful to a relationship without a label  except the drunk matching tattoos you got in Naples when you met and the ink permanently poisons your skin to remind you that within you your body is rejecting the sweet little nothings whispered in your ears by the Spotify playlist that left you unprepared for the reality

  the sun rose at 8 today i did not see it  but that is fine because i hate the day time it is already dark and i barely ate there is nothing left to see the streets are empty  and so are we nobody  in the driving seat  passengers in this train of life  the paint is dry  and i am sick of watching it  destroy our lives starting with our minds our souls are next  and all we can do is text  to ask for help  or distract ourselves  from temporary insanity  until we escape reality  for the night and the morning too dream of things that we wish were true  and then it is 3pm yet i feel no pain  that i missed the whole day again