Inmate One; Fifteenth Cell.

Hello Beautiful Readers.


How is everyone doing? Good. Anyways, My best heart NakedSha  is in Nigeria for the summer. YAY! So we went to the cinema to see Hangover II. It was above hilarious; I died half-way but for the countless times she hugged me. I can't believe how tiny she looked ( she kept saying it was because I'm as tall as Lamar Odom but we all know that's not possible). Half way through the movie or rather, every 5minutes this lady sitting next to me threw out a hysterical laugh; so loud, it could melt the wax in my ears. Jeezz.. Then there was this lady who walked into KFC when we were having lunch with horrible lace fronts, extremely long painted nails (substitute for craws if you deem fit) eye-lashes so tack-ly done; I'd be stuck to glue if i sit on it (YES, It was THAT long) AND her face was another shade from her body and my Nakedsha goes:

     "everyone on the inland has this ashawo look going on for them" I laughed so hard, I hard to pinch myself. 

Anyways; I had such a good time and I just wanted you all to know lol. And I give the movie an 80%. You should totally see it WITHOUT a minor.


    Today's post is about being in love. Rather its that kind of obsessive overwhelming kind of love that drills a hole into your head. The narrator is a victim of obsession; she has done everything but he wouldn't let go............... What is your take on obsession? Leave a comment below. EdithSmiles


                                   Inmate One; Fifteenth Cell.


I’m bound by your false promises
And your commitment to shield
Away from all sufferings
But your weapons you still wield.

Locked in a mental cage,
My thoughts encase me like steel
Like your arms that confine me,
I can’t tell anymore what’s real.

I flinch in terror away from your grasp
But it only makes you tighten the noose,
There’s no escape from this prison I’m in,
You’ll never, not ever, let me go, let me loose.

I’d rather die now, than let you hurt me anymore,
I’m planning my escape with every tense breath.
But if, in the ‘morrow, you find that I’ve gone,
I know you’ll come looking, your twisted love won’t rest.

You’ll see me shackled and chained to a chair
Before you let me leave, I know you too well.
So in the name of love, when you take me back to your jail,
Just know it won’t be long now, until I see you in hell.

The Way To The Future.

Helloooooooooooooooooo Beautiful people!!. How are we doing today? I'm GREAT!! I hope you're doing good today? Guess why I'm over-the-moon ecstatic? Well, here it is;

With over 60posts consisting of short stories, Journal enteries and Poems, 897visits, 2 Nigerian Blog Awards nominations, 3 press publication (The Punch, The Nation) and over 120 blog comments, Today; EdithSmiles is a year old. 

I am so proud of all I have been able to achieve with your help.

As the Nigerian Blog Awards come up in less than a heart beat; I hope we get nominated and take the award home. Its high time we get that badge up there. :)

THANK YOU ALL; YOU GUYS ARE AMAZEBALLS.

I see life as having its own emotional wheel/cycle. It normally begins with excitement and gets warmer with love. Then anger corrupts and sadness follows, but after time Happiness will surely come again and then it starts of by excitement all over! People must understand that emotion is part of life. Everyone goes through all the same emotions. Don't think your life is a horror movie. Just accept it and remember its the way to the future.

                               THE WAY TO THE FUTURE.

When blood starts bursting through your veins,
the heart races like it has its last take,
the adrenalin in your body it drains
and brings your life to a wake.
Excitement!
 
When a sudden heart beat skips
and it feels like butterflies tickle your tummy.
when your legs give in the 'dips'
and you look like a smiling dummy.
Love!


When your fists start to rage and clutch
and your blood boils till steam
that red covers your face too much,
and the voice that forms a scream.
Anger!

When tears run down your face
and your body feels to brake
like your soul has no trace
of what is real and what is fake.
Sadness!

When discovering a joy in your soul,
fulfilled with pride and life.
Feeling like all that ruthless foul
has no more unplanned strife.
Happiness.

When you have finished through this cycle
it will all begin again.
Who knows how it will begin,
end or when?
But this is the cycle of emotion,
search yourself carefully of how you feel.
And within you, you will find devotion,
to understand the life's emotional wheel;
Showing you the way to the future.

May 21st.

Hello world;
     A Beautiful day to you all. Hope the Saturday is treating /treated you all well? Ever wondered if the Angels blog? (lol). Here is something for the day. Enjoy and have a wonderful weekend. God bless us all. E-SMILES.
 
                            MAY 21ST.

I wandered the world alone before you; 
I spoke with the trees and sighed with the moon,
Who hung with mystery and dreadful loom.
I climbed a ladder of branches, twigs and dew
To reach the crescent of the moon
And stay with her till the nighttime noon.
I spoke and she spoke, and the stars did too,
Till i dosed in the morose of the nighttime gloom.

I awoke on the twelfth stroke of nighttime noon,
And said my last farewell to the stars and the moon.
At the basis of my ladder of branches, twigs and dew,
I set out on a journey to discover something new.
When i walked as far as my feet would do,
I landed by a kingdom, by a sounding sea of blue.
And there, I discovered a mistress' tomb
And the body of a man, frozen to his doom.

So there I laid by the side of the tomb,
To freeze with my love in the light of the moon.

ES.

Bullets & Iron Knives.

Hello beautiful people. How is everyone doing? Hope we are getting settled into the summer breeze & creating time to smell the beautiful flowers? So this is just something out of the blue, but I dare to ask you so; Have you ever felt solely responsible for something and the table turns around to torment you? Perhaps if its something you said or something you did not do? I had this thought and decided to share it in literature for better explanation. For the better part of life I tend to believe that  "Wherever there is a human being, there is an opportunity for a kindness."

Bullets & Iron Knives.

One cold lonely noon in some communal garden I used to know by heart and brain, I met - [saw would be more precise] – That tiny unnoticed earth drop who had strength and force; enough to save my mean and pathetic world. Swirling among flowers and trees, her small head ringed by a golden halo. She was laughing like one would cry.

Clad in black heavy clothes, mourning an old friend of mine; I was frail, teetering on the edge of the safe side of my mind, and she angered me. Innocently dressed in a bright leafy dress; Sunlight filtered through spaces between the trees’ gaping branches, sparkling off her skin like diamonds. She was just a toddler, toying with the idea of what she would be when she would grow up – [no one ever warns children that age is an enemy ]– a kid, not yet aware that the dance would someday end; who didn't care for yesterdays and tomorrows -[One should never believe ones first idea] - she was entranced; as if dazed by a never ending dream.

Frowning, one could say I tried to ignore, block out of me that ageless stirring motion, but Nature did not allow peace: Flowers, moths, the air itself revolted, buzzing through me, leaving heavy but pure aromas for me to sink in, confusing thoughts, rage and hate to create a brand new emotion ---; Then an interruption destroyed that perfect illusion of mine: 

           "Are you sad?" she dared, crossing the line as if she knew who I was, what I wanted, what I felt. 

Her hair was a rich shade of mahogany. It flowed in waves to adorn her glowing, porcelain-like skin. Her eyes, framed by long lashes, were a bright hazel. A straight nose, full lips - she seemed the picture of perfection. Had she smiled, the world would sigh with contentment. Had she laughed, the world would laugh with her. And had she wept, the whole world would want to comfort her. That drove me to jump the cliff of sanity; rage erupting in my brain, I stood then walked away, leaving kind perfumes and annoying girls behind. 

Fast steps echoed fast steps and pushed me to the Road, but I did not pay enough attention to deathly tricks of fate while the little girl followed me--------- and By a loud shout of people passing by, I startled, my eyes jerked up and then got stuck:  I was finally seeing the car, while bright fireworks exploded in my frightened pupils. Death was on me, and I felt just that light push on my back, then lost my footing, I fell on the harsh ground, safe - why was I?.......No, it could not be; it had no right to be, after taking away my best-friend.

My shocked mind made me move, and my mouth dried itself at such a sight, refusing to acknowledge that the beautiful girl [more beautiful than a Porcelain doll], whose soft whispers of  "Hold on, why do you seem so sad? Do you want a chat?" echoed at the tip of my ears was lying on the road, dead. Her voice was light and haunting and somewhat chilling. Her dull, hollow grassy eyes looking for something no one could see. 

        Suffocating, I just ran and ran down the gray black streets to my small home, wanting nothing more than wash blood and fear and death away --- but thoughts stayed, ringing through me like bullets and stabbing like iron knives: never again would she dance solely for this small world, never again would her laugh and songs annoy - [for the best] - the ones like me, and never, ever again would one hear her welcoming, earthly laugh, for her dancing dream had met its own end.

And I was sole responsible. 

I looked out of my window and the clouds had parted and the moon returned, bathing the scene in silvery light.

" The chemist who can extract from his heart's elements compassion, respect, longing, patience, regret, surprise, and forgiveness and compound them into one can create that atom which is called love" ~

Khalil Gibran

Come First Midnight Of June To Bury The Dead.

Hello Everyone? 

How are we doing today? I hope great. I've been off for a while literally, but i guess summer brings peace in more ways than one. I'm back 1000% to sharing poems/short stories, so don't un-bookmark me yet (lol). Today's post is a poem i wrote during my one-out-of numerous insomniac attacks. Its nothing personal as usual, 98% fiction [ ;) ]. I'd love to read your comments; trust me they do go more than a mile. Blessings; E-Smiles.

Come First Midnight Of June To Bury The Dead.

Frozen window pane
Breaking against the bitter rain
On the night of the eve of May
Blow me kisses, cold and cruel
Suck away my soul, you fool




Death will not have me, on this frost
For sleep has not taken me at my malignant cost.




Instead, I will lay on my rotting bed's sheets
Speaking to the ceiling faces of concrete;
They are broken angels, Plastered to this room
Never to know flight, but to aptly loom


Peg me not a dreamer
For mine are not so sweet
Think me not an angel
For we walk through hell's heat


Tell me not your secrets
For I am not mute
Listen with heed of caution
For my views are too astute.


Sing me a song, and I'll write you a verse
Forgotten in time, and equally cursed
Left in my palace, with no friend or foe
My cries only answered by my own echo


I'll paint you a face
Of death's last smile
It will hang in the banisters
Staring in denial.


And sometimes he hums
And the cherubs all weep
For this is what greets me
When I can not sleep.

Breathless; As I Breathe

   Whats good fam? I hope everyone is doing good. Happy Easter too;  May the joy of salvation and power of the resurrection wrought miracles in your life & family; now and always. Anyways, here's today's post. I hope you enjoy it. Comments are humbly accepted. cheers beautiful people. E-Smiles

                                Breathless as I breathe

I am a star fallen from the Blue tent upon the Green carpet.
I leave a trail of brilliance behind.
The  Poet's elation.
The Artist's revelation.
The Musician's Inspiration.
A Creation that never Transpired.
As I embrace slumber, the Eyes of the Night watch over me,
And I look upon no other.
As I awaken I stare at the Sun,The only Eye of the Day.
And Light floods my Playground,
My shadow is supreme.
Close your eye and Dream.
I'm not a feast to the dreaming eye.
I burn and re-build to create what dies.
But Whatever I maybe.
I do know this.
I am a Beautiful wish come true.



I seek a definition.
An absolute form, a complete shape.
A definite guise, a perfect frame.
a clear voice, a pure expression.
a description so marked, An explanation so sound
Without contrast, distinct in clarity.
Authoritative yet exhaustive.
Assertive and decisive.
But whatever I maybe.
I do know this.
I am a beautiful wish come true.

Am I the Hero of the heart?
Soul mate of the mind,
Lover of the lips or Victim of the eyes.
Disciple of Wisdom and Guru of Contemplation
Slave of the wings tethered in chains.
Courage of the fear whose death is near.
The Blinding light of a faith now intact.
The Fading light of a smile now gone.
A soldier with blood on his blade.
His beloved, in blood, in his arms.
Am I what drove him to kill?
A woman's sacrifice at every step,
At the altar of social demand.
Or the sacred shrine in the heart of a child,
adored by a merciful mother.
Am I her Heart Strings Gripped so Tight and Tugged so hard.
Strummed with greed, and Broken with pain.
But Whatever I maybe.
I do know this.
I am a Beautiful wish come true.

Dew Drops.

Hello people. How are we doing? lol I'm hoping great? I'm not doing so bad myself too. Thanks to Jah!!

Here is a poem I wrote; make meaning out of it and let me know who has the best re-definition. Its quite an easy one so have fun passing with ease. Don't forget to follow me on twitter and tell a friend to tell a friend who knows another friend; about EdithSmiles.

DEW DROPS.

If you close your eyes you may travel anywhere
You may be with many people who have very much to share
You may laugh and sing and be at peace you may even think you’re free
But in your mind you will find that you are but a “me”.

I am one, a darkness or a light
I am not sure yet of which and wont till I take flight
One day I was a slave, walked with flock in deathly heat
And looking not beyond, a chasm at my feet

Men they crossed it fearlessly as would a tightrope walker
Falling to their death with the slightest falter
I too was drawn to cross and to see the other side
After all had gone I felt it time to take it at a stride

Balanced ‘cross a pole seven days to fall and die
One step left to go, to fall and feel alive
Little did I know that I could fall another way
Toward the sky I set my eyes and fell for seven days

A voice it spoke and told me one man I will meet
He would be the leader of goodness or defeat
And when I see him I will be shown who it is I am
The opposite of him, I would be good or would be damned.

Seven days past, still I fell toward the sky
No angles and no devils and no one to tell me why
I looked and looked toward the sky but no one did I see
Until I closed my eyes, and I saw only me.