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Reading is my lungs at work, writing is the oxygen I breathe
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We are a literary agency seeking fresh talent. In 200 words or more, demonstrate your writing talent. We will be in touch with any and all promising participants throughout the rest of this quarter.
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Lolaa

Filled Vessel

I burn myself in fire to keep you warm

I bleed the River Nile trying to heal your wound

Yes, I cry you an ocean and you sail across on a boat

I drown myself in that ocean just to help you stay afloat

I hold seas in my eyes yet you are rather intrigued by its food

Yes, I give you the sweetness of life to enter my bees' swarm.

Notwithstanding, my thoughts are: 

Stars I cannot fathom into a constellation;

Words I cannot communicate in Shakespearean dialect

Musical notes I cannot arrange into a Mozart piece

But yet you shatter my broken hearts into pieces

And acting like you don't care, you stay quiet

Wondering how I could remain in your imagination.

You silenced my thoughts in Babel's tower

For you to awaken my voice in the graveyard

You heat me up to boiling up, now you ask for breathing space

Yet when I give you the whole world you demand for Space

Thinking I'm Armstrong, perhaps I'm not strong to keep up your pace.

Yes, I surrendered my heart to you 

Like the Aladura's claiming to be born anew.

But you mistake it for dust-

The dust which the cleaner ignores,

The harmmatan dust that lives people pale

Still you lead me on, dragging me on your Clydesdale

Knowing I would fall for your subterfuge

As a broken soul in need of refuge.

Yes, you shattered my already-broken heart

Thinking you could outsmart me with your sweetheart art.

Now I look at the ocean from a canoe

And shout from the south.

My north latitude will always be the thorn in your altitude.

INDEX:

Aladura’s: Classification of churches that abide by a Christian religious denomination founded in 1918 in West Africa

Harmattan: A season in West Africa, which is characterized by dry and dusty trade wind, of the same name, which blows from the Sahara Desert over West Africa into the Gulf of Guinea.

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Lolaa in Poetry & Free Verse

Lesson learnt

I'm scared

Scared to break, to fall

Scared to mend, to rise

Fear engulfs me as I try

Try and try to love

But it's just another 4 letter word

Like hate

I'm afraid

Afraid to care, to show

Afraid to ignore, to conceal

My fears are the demons attacking me

Consistent attacks I cannot stop

But it's just another 6 letter word

Like endure

40% sad

60% happy

A wholesome 100 you make me

But can never mend my whole

Broken pieces

In your deceptive eyes and

Cunning fingers

You grabbed my heart

Changed it from the rocks of the shore

To the deep waters of the blue

And now you've got me

And I've got you

But this doesn't take away

My fear or my attacks

Perhaps even more

It drives them closer to me

You said you loved me

And I believed you

Even with my broken pieces you called heart

Now you say you hate me

And I believe you

Cos it's just a four letter switch

Something you couldn't switch up in time

Before you turned my lights on

For you to push me back in darkness

Submerged hopes, lesson learnt

✓ Xx Ayanfe

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Lolaa in Introductions

Intro

Hello, it's me. I was wondering if after all these days you'd like to know me.

Hi, I just joined Prose like about a week ago and didn't know an intro will be done but here's it.

While searching for writing websites, I came across Prose and decided to check it out. It seemed really nice so from the website I decided to get the app on my phone so I'd join and all. So far, I love it. I was previously on Wattpad but I was tired of it streamlined mainly to books. I wanted to check out something different, something better, and I'm glad I've found it finally; here on Prose.

Now about me. My name is Ayanfe but my other name is Lola. I was born and bred in Nigeria. I'm a Christian and I have a little ministry which God is building up on Instagram- @girl_for_god_. I want to be a lawyer and an author. I'm the quiet, 'anti-social' one who would rather write her thoughts than say them out loud. I'm thirteen going to 10th grade and I've been writing since I was 7/8 years old. It started from classroom exercises we called Creative Writing and from there, I've always found a passion for writing. With my dad as a motivation and my school building everyone up, writing only gets better. I also enjoy reading, singing and listening to music. I'm a huge fan of John Green and Gayle Forman ;)

And I loveee Adele and Sam Smith's music !

I recently won The Best Writer in my set in the Hall of Fame for 9th grade !!! But I know that's just the beginning of greater things to come

Writing is how I express myself. I mostly write about myself in poetry, stories, essays except school assignments :S Whenever I'm angry or sad I just get my 'little orange book' and write deep stuffs but sort of coated by not mentioning names or the actual situation in case someone reads it. Writing is a huge part of me- how I feel several emotions and situations but still come down to one. It's how I express myself, how I release all my stress and how I relinquish. Reading is the oxygen and writing is my lungs ;)

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Lolaa in Poetry & Free Verse

Justice

Just how it is starting

Unexpected but overwhelming

Submerging me like a mighty ocean

Teleporting me to a new haven; paradise

Inviting me into a whirlwind of freedom

Challenging me to fight the villain- sadness

Elevating my once-crushed spirits and filling it with Love- It's him First

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Lolaa in Poetry & Free Verse

Weird

The complexity of her mind and emotions

Is not fathomed by the race of

Developed apes

Call her weird

She does what you won't think of doing

Or perhaps try

Call her weird

She thinks differently

From you, then and 'the rest'

Call her weird

She acts in a way your character

Is not inclined to

Call her weird, but you know

She's just UNIQUE

That girl is unique, she's herself

She's ME

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Lolaa in Poetry & Free Verse

Your love

Mesmerized, I am each day I stare at you

Enchanted, I feel each time your presence is near

Reborn, I am each day you talk to me

Engulfed everyday in your love

Your steady pace invites me

From my deserted solitary anti-

Social to your captivating

Social

Constantly filling my oasis with your love like the rainfalls from heaven

A desert blessing, an ocean curse

Your love for me is that of the deep blue

Inhabiting several kinds of perks

You shower me with your love

As the sky showers us with rain

Or your love for me is as the desert

Vastly covered by sand-

Uncountable sand of your infinite love

Only few growing plants

Only you and I will survive

No matter what situation

Your love for me is my Christmas gift

Once a year I open it, delighted

But I wait for the next day

And it's all gone

Where has your love gone to ?

I'll have to wait till next year