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On a day to day basis people ask me how I am
I have come to realize that this is a habitual response rather than a genuine inquiry
On most days, I say 'ya know, I'm alive," and I don't bother to ask this question in return.
On my better days, I'll say "I'm good, how are you?"
And I'll watch as their mouth mimics the same lies in response.
I've started to wonder if anyone else can feel the emptiness in our words
Aren't they supposed to mean, something?

During my senior year I was voted most talkative, my yearbook reminds me of how much I've grown
I used to take pride in that social chatter, being able to talk anyone's ear off, or being seen as bubbly and bright just because I knew how to waste time with the filler words.
Now, I tend to keep my mouth shut. I've learned that not everything needs words.
Why it's socially acceptable to ask mere acquaintances how they are, subconsciously reminding them of all the things going wrong in their lives, when we fully know that no one wants to hear the truth. In fact, they look down upon the truth. Don't you dare say the words depression, anxiety, ptsd, mental illness or anything else for that matter. If you can't muster up the "I'm good," it seems, the only other acceptable response is "I'm tired," because, "I'm tired" has become the go to blanket term for every other emotion.
But you know what I'm tired of? People, who don't even care, asking me how I am, because now I can't even stop lying to myself.
The other day my friend asked me if I was okay. In my most convincing voice, I said "I am - always, okay"
They looked at me and mumbled "not okay"
I didn't need their words. I believe that all words are empty until someone fills them up with the presence of their soul. I may not have as many friends as I used to, but the friends that I do have speak with sincerity. When they say something, they draw from life experiences and offer these pieces of themselves, something I do not take for granted.
I collect the pieces and keep them as treasure.
Words are so valuable, as long as you don't leave them empty.
It is the life you live
Dreams kept quiet
And thoughts beneath
If you speak are you silence
If you think are you talking
If you dream are you listening
Within and much without
A silence taken; it is all one
needs to rejuvenate

Transforming, changing, morphing, always cycling through life
Always thinking who we are and leaving what we once were
Knowing who we are
Forgetting who we are
Dreaming of our selves
Are we here?
Is this me?
Am I me, with you, where am I me?

Alone me
I find time to think with everything I have. I find that the waves will always look blue but they are always clear. Somethings will never change, but I know every night the stars get brighter.
I can't explain it, but every story, connection, formation, shines more light

I see my light beginning to shine.
Personal journey.
 Mar 2016 Olufunke Kolapo
EM
Lies
 Mar 2016 Olufunke Kolapo
EM
Words can be deceiving,
Like the words I love you.
The words that I'm perceiving,
were never meant to be true.
You left my heart to grieving,
You left me out of the blue.
Even though I kept believing,
That somehow you'd come through.
I built a wall
Around my heart
So I never would feel again
This soul that once has bloomed with beauty and passion.
Has died and turned to cole.
Don't waist your time.
You can't bring back something that has died.
What you're feeling isn't love!
Love doesn't exist.
Soon you'll wake up, And realize.
You been floating in a cloud.
Surrounded with fog, Unable to see.
Don't waist your time on me.
Because you'll be hurt badly.
This soul has died and turned to cole
There is no beauty and passion anymore.
So move along.
Before you stop blooming and be gone.
Today is a new day
Today is a new light
Today is the new
page of the life
You can't go back in time
You can't flip back the page of your life
No matter how hard you try
It's just a memory
Yesterday's history
That will always be stuck in your mind
Just forget about it!go out, have fun!
While you're young
Cause when you're old you won't enjoy in much.

~2011~
 Mar 2016 Olufunke Kolapo
Onoma
A river is aware
of its course...
wise to the ways
of water.
~Jai Ma~
Laughter echoes the walls
Pitter-patter of feet on the floors
An empty bowl here
A discarded sock there
Our dogs lay upon their backpacks
Waiting and wanting
To no longer hear only echoes
My Friday cannot come soon enough
We have joint custody. This is my week without them.  I miss them terrible. Our dogs even laid by their bedroom door last night. They miss them too.
Living
Seeing the sun rise
Waves crashing salt sea air
Tasting sweet strawberry

One
Reflections of mind
Meditation prayer pause
Finding my balance

Degree
Measuring limits
Remaining true to one's self
I determine it

Below
Under the radar
Not keeping with the Masses
Love is my treasure

My
Keeping self esteem
Refusing to be put down
Voicing opinions

Means
With all that I have
Sleeping bundled on a bench
Waiting for shelter

PMD~3~22~2016.
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