Building Rom Vol 108

Dead Love Love never dies

We used to be obsessed with love

But love began so tiresome, we refuse

We’ve been bruised, so we choose to lose

Locked door, barriers up, refuse the muse

Everyone new will feel the news 

That we’ve been used 

For what the last one did was cold like brew

We used to be obsessed with love so deep,

so keen, now it’s buried where we keep

Love on the backend of things, out of sight

Dimmee goes the light.

Sexy times but  

Loves not right  

Did love die?

No, I’ve arrived

Building Rom Vol.107

Long live the queen

I’ll never forget Ota’s words:  

“Swallow the poison, Ireign.”

I’ve been spitting it up ever since,  

regurgitating 

Sifting through the bitterness,  

Cherry-picking pieces that don’t sting as much,  

even the valley of death has more allure.  

I don’t remember many days clearly,  

Yet that one remains vivid

The day I stumbled straight into the snare.  

Here I am, replaying the massacre,  

Trying to untangle the chaos,  

A chaos sent not to be untangled. 

‘Then at least let me send it back to sender’ 

Again, Ota’s voice echoes,  

“Swallow the poison, Ireign.”

Building Rom Vol 103

Bruises

You don’t have many regrets,  

But getting close to her was one.  

She caught you in a moment of weakness,  

Consumed by the weight of life’s steepness.  

Though your mind was set not to regress,  

Your needs were met by her obstinance.  

You fell prey 

She took it as a green ray

Building Rom Vol.101

Wait

There’s a first time for everything,  

When a toddler starts to walk,  

The first taste of pleasure’s sting,  

Your billion-dollar talk.  

Studying divine timing’s to turn it,  

For when your big day cometh,  

But then It’s not your time for things unsaid,  

But it’s my time to write.  

It’s not my time to be heard,  

But it’s my time to be seen,  

It’s not my time to be loved in words,  

But it’s my time to love serene.  

When you ask God for love so true,  

Sent! The broken to mend,  

Are you ready to take them in, too?  

Or are you waiting for the wrong one

Building Rom Vol. 98

Chemistry

I’m a hopeless romantic 

With hope its better than titanic 

It’s a dance on the ship 

But its a sway from within

It’s chemistry 

I was a good student not just in history 

I know about chemic fluids

I know what happens when juices mix

Explosion, dissection, penetration 

Not sure you can follow without confusion 

Building Rom Vol.97

My Playbook

Don’t take advice from those  

Whose paths diverge from yours—  

Their steps may lead to cliffs,  

While you may sink with sheep’s

When life hands you lemons,  

Don’t just make the juice—  

Swallow it whole, my friend,  

Let its sharpness be your truth.

When opportunity knocks,  

Don’t just answer with grace—  

Grab it by its face,  

And make it know its place.

Don’t linger in the shadows,  

Waiting for others to choose—  

Be in tune,  

Let your spirit groove

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Watch your back

“Peace and love”

Weaponized incompetence 

Positive toxicity 

Stepping on someone’s neck 

Calling it fair trade 

We see the heck!

We see you, clear as day,  

The cheerful souls you’ve led astray,  

Crucified for what? 2 seconds, fail.

But karma’s coming, no time to lay.  

Nine lives they say, cats always land,  

But your time’s ticking, that’s a fact,  

Watch your act

The tables, a turn they’ll take 

In the end, it’s your bridge, 

a burn, it’ll make 

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