Misunderstood

Life is like taking a long drive down Nowhere
You name your lane and streets
You end up afraid of your own self...

Sometimes you are the Sherlock of your story
Other times you are just Rapunzel
Waiting for the charmed prince.
People get misunderstood
In some ways used
Sometimes overlooked
A lot of times underestimated.

In the end it is life
Your life
And the only thing life owe you is to go on,
With or without you.
The best gift you can give yourself is happiness
The next best you can share is a little compassion
Some sense of understanding.

So be the best builder
The greatest adventurer
Be the only one of your kind
Get hurt
Be misunderstood
But in the whole drama
Live life like this moment were your boomerang.
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Yours truly MerciRick

PRODIGIES

This is a part of a bigger piece only the fragile one
Just thought of giving my faithful readers a sneakpeek...

We may choose to turn a blind eye to the things that affect us the most
But at every point and in every respect
No matter the perspective
We are always stuck at the end of the beginning of something

... And my spirit left me to an abandoned oasis
Soaring with scattered memories
Only they were not of me
More so, I remember me
Not for the things I once believed in
But for the me I never believed in.

They said I was weak
not to be trusted with responsibilities
They blew ashes on me
Bellowing on the fight I would not give

Abandoning the recklessness of my bloodline
They called me disabled
But I am only on a refusal to their kind
I simply would not cling to their style
Nonetheless I was able to do stuffs
Just not in the pariah they pride on
They called me the invisible
But I became the invincible
And in that state I survived, I grew
And when the storm came
I was invincible to the force
I survive cos I was only the fragile one...

Yours truly MerciRick

Heart Full Of Tags

Heart full of tags...
So I sit in this dark corner
asking questions of how and why
But I never got any answers
and I wondered if my questions were wise
Though I pondered deep in my heart
and prayed with every might
The answers still somehow didn't come
then I thought to myself "some luck"

Me alone still sitting in this dark corner
I figured I finally had life worked
But a fool was this fellow in a dark corner
because my figures were wrong

Then I realized I was asking the wrong questions
that instead of the how and why captions
The key would have been to trust
and when,
Would have been the right question.

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Black is a State of Mind.

Black.

Even Black is a feeling. 

Black is a culture. 

Black is a new start. 

Black is purity. 

Black is clean. 

Black is a state of mind. 

Black is a habit. 

Black is character. 

Black is bold. 
Black is alluring. 
Black is daring. 

Black is creativity. 
Black is human.
Black is freedom.
Black is life.
Black is true art.
Black is beautiful.
#DotOnMyThought.

#BSM

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Yours truly Mercy A. Patrick.

History Tale.

The writer's mind;

History tale.

Boys becoming men,
I ought not to faint when been called upon
to write my destiny with a pen.

I choose to die on my feet
than on my knees.

Let someone live to tell of this day
But am ready to die to make history's tale,

Cheers coming from friends is the only fence
that causes an offence to the opposite end,

Though the battle begins claiming the lives of the brave,
yet victory still remains our very sole aim.

Though we fought valiantly,
 but lost those that fought angrily.

We never allowed our emotions rule
Even as our grievances grew to the full.

Friends we knew from birth,
laid beside us dead.

We fought with no going back.
even as strength failed us
But we drew strength from
our memories of pleasant past.

History will soon be a memory,
Just a memory of sadness.

Men will rise and men will fall,
History will witness it all.

History never smiles or frowns,
But the tales feels it all.

The writer's mind.

For this great piece, all thanks to
Paul Salifu.
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Yours truly Mercy Abah Patrick.

GENOTYPE

I try not to think of a sinking boat when I am yet to learn the language of the sea.

It takes two to tango or so they say,
either ways, all our feelings will endup on the street,
either as a fascinating story on Wall street,
or as some juicy gossip.

In the long-run, all things have their ways of working,
Process is one thing we do not understand but choose just to follow.
It is only logical that we leave our loved ones still hoping,
but in time all our troubles will grow hollow.

Blood is just a thing of nature,
why are we not allowed to change?
Due to some computed Alphabets we become unsure,
we run from pillar to post like we live in an ice age.

But look where we are now,
far distance apart but only separated by blood.
Deep in our hearts we wonder how,
how one moment can sweep an eternity away like a flood.

It is like living your childhood all over again,
only this time, the adrenaline is no longer from the effect of the drugs.
We plan parties and host plays,
but the things we hardly forget from the events are the songs unsung.

On every note of our favourite song, we are different people;
AA on the outside,
AS before our families,
SS in the dark.
It becomes so hard for us to ballet our lives back to life.

It is just a colour,
O, Now red is the dumbest colour.
Dumb, so dumb.
#Perspective2017


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