Jaachi Writes

POEM 290: OF FEAR AND INDECISION My feet is unsteady though the music is not yet ready My heart trembles at the silent calls of fear. Who knows what lurks out there? When the drum rolls, will my feebleness survive the fall? What if the prayer I pray feeds the fear I fear? My feet is unsteady stand, run, I don't know what! #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please leave a comment and sharing with friends. Thank you!

POEM 264: DARKNESS that scary moment when time stands, on one foot like an ostrich, while earth takes a break and spin no more on her axis you curl into a ball, like a scared porcupine, the spikes erect on your back, in vain, scares your fear, darkness looms, staring at you with the eyes of the moon, and it feels, for a moment, like she will swoop in, on you, with the speed of a starving raven, and wrap you in a cloak of dark clouds, she does, darkness, she wraps you, in darkness, you feel life evaporating from your nostril, you feel your sole giving away to the pull of gravity, you feel your soul floating away from the grip of your body, last night, before sunlight crawled away from your timezone, you went on your knees, and prayed god keep you soul, but what you never knew is this: dawn is morning mask of darkness, she giggled like an evil witch, when your prayers tickled her ears. darkness got you darkness is you #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Commenting is now ea...

Scriptophobia: 15 Sure Ways To Deal With Fear Of Writing As a writer. You know how to write. You can write. You want to write. You know this and that, but it is still a battle you fight every day - The Fear of Writing. The fear doesn't go away. It just changes. The fear is always going to be there. The fear is going to change. Once you have conquered the first fear there will be new fear: A new worry. In the spirit of positive thinking let's call them challenges.  Many times people avoid writing because of fears or anxieties they have about writing. In this book, some helpful questions guide a discussion about ways you can calm fears of writing and begin to work. Understanding where fears are generated, and then understanding ways our writing influences others, can help lessen the fear of writing.  There will always be challenges and this book is a compass to the lost writer in the sea of doubts and ocean of overwhelming fear. So sit, grab a cup of coffee, cross your legs and...

POEM 104: SHADOWS When I was four in nightfall frightened, I'd cry and run to mother when my shadow appear. When I was fourteen Darkness scare me But when light comes on From my shadow, I run. I'm past twenty four and I fear shadows no more Darkness is now a beautiful shade of black because I now understand that shadows are proof that there's a ray of hope smiling down on me knocking off me every form of darkness in what I know to be shadows. - Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA

TO THE LADY WHOSE HEART I NEVER HAD Dear Friend, I never expressed this to you, but I love you.I love seeing you day in and day out while we each go on with our college careers. It doesn't matter if it is early in the morning, going to or from class, at the hotel room, or just online, you simply make me smile.  I could be getting out of a rough day, a bad night of sleep, or just be generally upset, and seeing your face gives me something great to be happy about: that is seeing you. It is a silent love, a rarity for me because, in a way, you intimidate me. I'm not afraid to admit, some aspects of my life would be different if it weren't for the way you carry yourself. You're not my first love, this I will also admit. But each day I have thought of having the honor, and privilege of calling you mine. Whether it be to a fantasy, reality, a joke on cupid or even sheer daydream. You mean the world to me, and your happiness inspires me. When you believe in yourself that you c...

POEM 47:  Di Fronte Alle Tue Paure (Facing My Own Fears) I told them to face their fears. They did and won.  Now I'm faced by my fears  I turn around and run.  I told them to embrace their demons They did and made peace. Now I'm visited by my own demons  I fight them and then flee.  I told them to take risks by the horn  They did and reaped bountiful yields.  Now I'm challenged by love  I hide like tares in a wheat field.  Don't laugh at my cowardice Nor mock my many fears  Look in the mirror and you'll find  The nay in your every yes.  #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA

RnB soul pianist and singer Alicia Keys song “We Are Here” is a unifying anthem addressing all the negative happenings in the world right now, from Baghdad, to Gaza, to Israel, to Nigeria, to the Chinatowns and Harlems of planet earth. Alicia's inspiration for “We Are Here” came from a simple question someone put forth.  The day she wrote this song, she was sitting in a circle of people of all ages and they were asked,  ‘Why are you here? Why am I here??’ This really hit her on a deep level. She realized no one had ever asked her that question before. Have such question ever came to you? Why are you here?  To kill and maim? To graze heads instead of herds? To deceive and connive to defraud the masses? To spew generational hate? Or to love? No matter where we come from, when we see the state of the world today, we can all feel the growing frustration and desire to make a difference. And we all have a voice—we just need to know how to make it heard. When Aba was on fire som...

Sound rattling and rabbiting, whirling and hissing, moaning and sobbing  in pleasure and pain Torrents trampling on rooftops Like vultures in love Dancing to the waste line Of beats on your waistline Torturing my hairstyle Twisting my royal band, Milling watery salt with rancorous smile  into my running engine. Hissing eyes Whispering legs Confusion resides  Behind the shadows of your smiles Tell me, is this a haunted house? Your hunting scheme lies underneath my linen, Stilling in me unexplained words  that counts while pouncing, You plunged in me spears and recover my fears. You drop defiled tears Over the dates of my years Years of haunting air Air of non feasible dreams Dreams like broken spears Into your heart pierced. Tell me, why do you bleed? Why won't I bleed seed of words Words of many wars Wars of no cutlass and guns Guns of bullets and shield Shield of pain and sorrow, so tell me why the whisper by this ungodly hour? Shhh! Don't wake the gods Lest you get...

I am a million shades of grey The day I became earthling Rainbow rejected my name. Stubble, stalk and hay nourish me all day. Where fear sends, I go What hurt feeds, I swallow Call me King of abysmal lows Bet you already know. Why are my bones visible? I had a beef with sinews. Why am I uncolourful? I'm black...it's no news. But... There's peace within flowing effortlessly like streams... Who altered my reflection? The mirror? Your tongues? God? gods? My fancy Biro? Who can paint the smile in me on the surface of my face? Who can reach deep in my soul and unearth my inner glow? Who? Me! Yes... I alone can paint the smile in me #3DaysToGo #Pengician #SSA

Dear Son Try to forget that nothing waits in the dark, raise your shoulder high wave off the frea and step into that lane. Won't you rather be gone in there than stay out here playing the coward? Get up now, son everyone falls. #Pengician #SSA http://bit.ly/2haEhoj

Duty calls but the voices in my head would rather I lend my ears, heart and finger to their dictate. "Shut up, and go to sleep!" I yelled at my characters. "Why?" the protagonist queried  "I need to sleep" I babble back "But you created us" argued the newest character. "We just need you to finish this story, so we'll know what to do." cried the antagonist character. "Y'all shut the hell up. I have work to do." "Ain't we better a job? We satisfy your soul" "But you don't pay the bills" I yelled, clenched fist. There's an unusual silence. It dawns on them this writing thingy don't pay a tad bit in the now.  "And I'm killing y'all in chapter ten." *Curtain falls* #Pengician  #SSA