Inked Tongue

     It still feels like a dream that she would for any reason at all consider calling my phone...the ring had my heart beeping...in that moment, I looked up to the fantasy dripping down on me, to a sharp rush of chills that will run through my body. Fast forward damn... There my door opens slowly just to usher in an agent of myocardial infarction an arrow of Cupid and because I knew what she was, I readily gave my heart to the stake surrendering to her blazing fire and brandishing swords. Like polar ends of a magnet we got fused, I still forget the fusion process but within this seemingly dim light I hear her breath moaning softly under mine with soft tender melody playing from the boombox, our chemical reaction only got catalysed. My hand brushing down her mirror-fine skin as my eyelashes caress her cheek just to share the warmest and most magical of kisses, i could swear that magic found its home within those lips of hers, her soft moan and reaction filled ...

Flipping through the mid pages of this book I realized that I have really not gotten any message so far and it's scary because time is ticking and taking all of my strength away. And recently, I feel this emptiness in my mind enabling that voice to echo with those same words that shatter my identity causing my morale to flicker and weakening my resolve to concentrate. How on earth do I keep up with this pressure being exerted from every angle of my stand? My moods are tired of swinging from the edges of their opinion, my views are tired of changing based on their validation. My eyelids are getting weak, slowly closing; giving up has never been this sexy. Blaming others has never been this seductive, swimming in self pity seems like the only way to avoid drowning in reality. The Reality and it's waves, how did I get to this page? I'm lost with fading memories of how I got here. I can only for a short while bear this agony of not being significant. Yes that's how I fee...

     Coughs, coughs, coughs... I will forever inject my vessels with these chemicals extracted from this rare breed of obsession until I find a far potent chemistry...one enough to constantly initiate a continuos tap tap effect on my feet and put me on a leash but also on a verge of addiction. CUFFS. I was the flowing water, quenching the thirst of distal and neighbouring lands with my outlets until you damed me. CUFFS. I was the mad scientist constantly experimenting on models of you..until you blew out of proportion and crawled through my tract to my lungs COUGHS. I was the puppetmaster with schemingly free hands creatively making fun basically until you came through CUFFS. I feel too restricted to constantly knot with just one end of a sleeve until you replaced that end and used your CUFFS. I knew from the start that I had struggles adjusting to this new predicament which you have put me in but as time held me down, I began to enjoy this position, this condition, th...

Hello guys,         Welcome to my blogspot, Inked Tongue. I am Damola George Ojo, a Nigerian poet, spokenword artiste and expressionist. This page will serve the purpose of containing my short stories, articles and poems as well as other intriguing contents. Enjoy the cruise.