http://slow.writerscafe.org/oyinshoola The original writings of author Oyindamola Shoola en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776054717 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Just when I think I am close to get myself together, everything slips from the spaces of my fingers and spills all over the floor like pebbles. I feel like Humpty Dumpty on the wall of my emotions. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oyinshoola/2066149/ the beast came to feast http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oyinshoola/1338121/ Stored beneath the rosesthorns of vengeanceJewels of pain wrapped around my vaseswith bright colours faking smilesMy vase with stings  of knives pinned to its backis bounded by black stockings that I wearBut when they come againbut for the roses, its thorns will prickth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oyinshoola/1331556/ What shall I write, of bristle brown stonesor rotten crying bones?This confusion; facelessand sparkling name of mine; shameless...What will this I write end?Or when will the world this, mine, shall find?What a shame...This I write has no aim.To the world .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oyinshoola/1322192/ Starring the voice of Martin Luther the dreamer who built the world through his mind.Starring the voice of Abraham Lincolnthe assasinated whose concern was our civil rights. Starring the voice of Nelson Mandela   the prisoner of freedom, the prisoner for freedom.Starri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oyinshoola/1319317/ THE SILENT BELLOWS http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oyinshoola/1317019/ BUGLE EMOTIONS BLOWN IN THE DARK http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oyinshoola/1317014/ why should I sleep when beauty dances the most? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oyinshoola/1315600/ Tomorrow,the mystery that keeps some heads in sorrow.Tomorrow, the future of chidren still in nuture.Tomorrow, the holder of answers to our questions and the victim of our decisions.Tomorrow, harvest of our hay,and the next generation's today,Tomorrow the day we gain,either profi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oyinshoola/1314441/ I put some soil in my palmand drowned a seed to its root.When the seed refused to grow,my tears watered its soil.When it grew and it gloomed pale,  I was hurt so I cried again.Then the plant bloomed green again.When the plant was old enoughand was desperate to lie with the soi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oyinshoola/1311478/ Gone are those days,when death's alarm never functioned,when church bells were scarceand the few ones that rang were silent. Gone are those days,    when the old's stiff bodiesstood at attention with beautiful smiles that read 'Good bye'. Death is now i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oyinshoola/1311451/ Dark and drowned is my heart with fearMy questioning thoughts glow of how I will wearOf how I will fight without you on my sideAnd how I will live with you, only in my mind. Pain-filled and abashed with wandering thoughts   is my love-filled, cradled and crying heart rem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oyinshoola/1311449/ "Mama, mamaI am back !I have seenand conquered in war.The 'big men'     that took me awaysaid you are luckyto have me as a son. Mama, did I come late?Or has your night dawned?   Mama! Wake up....The..... The basket of fruitsYou..... You .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oyinshoola/1311448/ Beautiful day.The sunset was so beautifulthat my curtains couldn't resistto allow them in.The sky seemed near    and for a moment I wished to reach to it.And I was pleased. The grasses gloomed gracefullylike no one will play on them,  the sea seemed so .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oyinshoola/1311394/ No horns, no gunsno trumpets to be blared.No stamping feetsof soilders to disturb the dead. "Ay, you there, drag that body,    and you there bring some money,let us be fair to pay his fare..." Let his grave be ten feets shallowof all the pains and gro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oyinshoola/1310946/ There is a God,Whose cover no one can sow,Who sows and no one can cover. There is a GodWho makes tempest and no man is saved, Who saves man and no tempest can turn. There is a GodWhose palms covers darkness,Whose darkness no palm can cover.  There is a God&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oyinshoola/1310943/ News gossiped of a girl who had a lover.He was the best thing that ever happened to her.He was the cause of a doubtthat not all men grew to the left. Everyone sticks their heads out of their windows    every morning to see the way her body adorns.But no one ever s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oyinshoola/1310942/ TO MY LOVELY AND WONDERFUL SISTER"...to a gold I inherited mama's womb from,to a heart I share my world with,to a love that endures my angry days,to a pearl I look up to be..." If I were to be cast for the fishes to feast  for any other human's rebellious case, let it be you... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oyinshoola/1310939/ I have a love I love too wellWhere the moon keeps clean and clearI have a love I love too wellTo whom I give my heartTo choose to keep    Or choose to break. I have a love I love too wellWhen the moon dwells even in daylightI have a love I love too wellTo whom.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oyinshoola/1310930/ MY LOST HEARTBEATThere is someoneI am searching for.it seem like she has been lostfor long ago.No traces, no tracks, no prints                       to catch up with her,only t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oyinshoola/1303971/ The night is handsome,landscaped with natures beautiesthat flood the world.The fair-blue skythat mourns in pity sometimes,                    5the creepy stars that keep our eyes busy at night.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oyinshoola/1303968/ WILD AT HEARTToday like never beforewe are born into evil-kind,we are drowned with selfish thoughtsand our mankind is sinking with titanics. What is mankind?Man to man? "Thats stingy"Man to nation? "Thats stingy"Nation to nation? "Thats stingy" Where is mankind?Whe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oyinshoola/1303961/ WE CALL IT AFRICAN"You are black"."Sire, but beautiful"."You suffer"."Sire, suffer...discipline"."You are loud and proud"."Sire, we confidence"."You wear tattered cloth"."Sire, we work hard"."You starve"."Sire, our child must feed"."You die for your country?"."Sir.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oyinshoola/1287063/ A collaborative effort http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oyinshoola/1287059/ HEARTBEATI can sleepBecause we were awake all night.I can dream because u sang me lullabuy.I can liveBecause u are alive with me.I can leave Because I trust you to keep me in ur heart.Though we part,Ill live for u,Ill breath for u,Ill be without uBut my heart will beat fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oyinshoola/1285281/ IN YOUR ARMSThe deafening tune from your spanish guitarwith your drunk fingersdancing all over it awake the sleep that sink in my eyesand lulls my heart to sadness.Is it the stringthat interest you ?Or even the wood that warms your fingers?let God curse me to be oneso that I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oyinshoola/1285252/ SUBMISSIVE TO DEATH?Shallow graves With lullabuys of mourning weeps.Thick sands,that cover the beautiful nudityOf the creators work.Rotten smell of decayfrom broken bloods without airthat fill their sins.Deaths presence to escort them home.Beautiful tombsCarved by sculptors.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oyinshoola/1285233/ HEAVENS BLESSINGS EARTHS BEAUTYThey had no eaten the fruits And so did not care much about their nakednessAs they ceased the opportunity to kiss each other.The showers of rain poured heavilyTo celebrate their love,And cleanse their soulAs it flowed down their brown spines.The cla.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oyinshoola/1284160/ This is for all the writers and artist... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oyinshoola/1284090/ D last time I remember i was in love, he was in lust...... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oyinshoola/1228638/ This poem is a description of what happens to me when am confused or when something happpens http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oyinshoola/1228615/ No world is more beautiful than our inaginations http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oyinshoola/1228143/