VINTAGE COLORED DREAMS
Present in Sunshine's dust of yellow, the darkness came upon me like I was it's cremated Juliet magically reawakened. Down the wormhole I fell and came vis-à-vis with the grey skinned man, who took me promenading in his achromatic universe. Mirky skies. Men genuflecting before arrows. Stories of prolonged battles and lost lives, displayed in Scandinavian shades. Children camouflaged beneath muddy Meadows. Death and people meandering through grass. I tried to flee this tumult but my feet were apathetic ~Spray bottles of sublimation~ My fingers caught a drop of tear, that froze into dry ice. I discovered I'd been whisked into the frost of reality.
(A collab between Success and Failure) O thou presumptuous fellow How I do abhor the sound of the cello For me thinks of thee An unskilled Artie Seasons come and go There's time for every halo As you bask in your glorify So will I! Huh! I bring beams of sunshine Stitching gusto unto human spines But everyone despises you You've been dubbed 'heart-wrenching taboo' Taboo? Who are you to lecture me? All you make them do is scream like a banshee But I thrust them into cavities of growth A trifecta of discovery, strategy and positive oath Would I ever understand your role? In this field of life, prosperity is the goal I am all that While you, are a combat! The dark is needed for light to become a treasure Success is non-existent without failure I've sacrificed my light for yours And the contrast I bring, illuminates you The Universe is a scale of balance
THE AIR BEING
Carbon dioxide - fertilization Argon - cryoablation Nitrogen - explosion Oxygen - respiration Water vapour - condensation I can now see the potpourri of gaseous dishes in aviation. Thou unseeable and ubiquitous king, You hide not your emotions. In melodramatic terpischores, hail thy presence. Swoosh swish whoosh whizz howl Thou dost dance in eolian rhythm, against fixed obstacles. Humming 'outta my way' In thundery dialect. O when thou art delighted, Swayeth in classicals. Hips of trees in blissful caress as they rock along, exhaling their pleasure on my skin. Please don't rile up. Thy tornado-ed ballet and hurricaned salsa, are unpleasant entertainments. Throwing elements in between funnel shaped thunderstorms, makes a horrendous sandwich. Butour faults do not devaluate us 'cause what would I have done without you?
YET I REMAIN HUMAN
I am human Filled with emptiness sometimes other times, I cannot tell I am gorged...asphyxiating, with these beings of apprehension lurking around my chest… Palpitations and insurrections... Uncertainties waging war for reasons unknown to me. But why do I have to suffer the brunt of this brawl? I wish to be liberated, to spill this glass of anxiety in words and tears. I do that subtly though, but you don't see the bleeding clues I litter around in broken fragments. You do not understand. Even now, I doubt you comprehend all I've said... Are there really stalking eyes behind ready to devour? 'cause they are drilling holes in me - and filling them up with molten obsidian. Whether love nor hate, I feel neither I only experience angst. In need of familiar warmth and arms that feed hope, I wear a mask with dimples that twinkle and remain, as they say, an optimistic human
Igbokwe Amarachi is a Nigerian creative writer and medical student at Imo State University. Amarachi loves writing and her themes include love, heartbreak, euphoria, societal happenings and dark fiction. Amarachi has works published or forthcoming in several reputable magazines. She is @Amara Igbokwe on Facebook, @_amyhilary on Twitter, and @_amyhilary on Instagram.