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I AM NOT
INSANE
YET!!!

This bluster belies the beads of sweat
Scoring his forehead and marring his vest as
His heart reattempts an escape from his chest

His eyes seem to dart as if they're on a quest
His words are so quick that they all come in bursts
His thoughts are belaboured; they seem such a mess
Still he doesn't think he's a man in distress

He's worried because he knows these are the signs
He's worried because it's happened other times
He's Worried. So worried. He's out of his mind.
A panic so manic, that it's a rare find...

YET
INSANE
I AM NOT!!!
"Time! More Time!" the teachers cry
As six by ten seconds fly by
"I started in the afternoon
How did it get this late, so soon?"

"Why!? Why!?" principals sigh
As two in three students fall shy
"I know we did, all that we could
Why is it not being understood?"

"How!? How!?" the district asks
Can we solve for [tool] in [task]?
"What can we use across the map
That gets our grades up to the cap?"

"Whoa! Whoa!" the gurus say
Let's look at this a different way
"A problem underlies these facts
Let's analyze..
   and do the math"
Along the road to inner peace
I found a truth: I was amiss
Lost in a sea of mental bliss  
I thought I knew...

I knew not this.

That to be weak is to be strong
That we all need to feel we belong
That hearts are made to be exposed
And secrets must not stay untold

For in this life, we will have fears
And we might feel, that no one cares
But if we hide our heartfelt tears
Then when we cry...

Well, no one hears.
The Arena...
It was the one place where the words of a child would be respected as that of an adult: where age didn’t matter, and your decisions were your own.

Nothing more than an open space in the middle of the market square, it had always had a name too grand for its appearance. But it was where battles were fought, debts were paid. and grievances settled - with the price of blood.

Which made it the one place… the only place… where he could get his revenge.

Now as he stood amongst the crowd, watching the final match before his own, plotting and visualizing the many ways he was going to butcher the bastard… a strange calm settled over his mind.

Revenge

He took a step forward, making his way through the throng of people surrounding the ring...

REVenge

His eyes intently focused on the goal before him, he pushed aside those who stood in his path, and squeezed between others unaware of his wrath.

REVENge

Clearing a space around himself with elbows and shoves… Until the space started to clear itself;
Eyes began to widen, and those who could see him, muffled their screams in their hands...

REVENGE


I watched him.
I saw the crazed look in his eyes.
As he pulled them one by one, squirming, off his head.
Slime oozed from their fat, tubular bodies... his hands were covered in it.
But recognition never once registered in his eyes.

And when he pulled the last one off, I stood transfixed.
Watching as they came for him, surrounded him, engulfed him, and devoured him.

The wurm is said to be the weakest creature of the black. For it can only consume those who are already consumed themselves, and kill those who are already dead inside
I had a dream of writer's block
A dream in which my mind was stuck
On words like verbs, and terms like f*ck
And how my head deserved a knock

And in this dream I was quite vexed
I was so mad I was perplexed
I couldn't think of what came next
Nor how to finish up my text

I begged my words to understand
I begged that they come on demand
I couldn't bear a pen so still
That couldn't move by my sheer will

Yet on deaf ears befell my pleas
And this fact brought me to my knees
So I left a prayer on the breeze

"Next time...
I pray to write with ease."

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In the last month, I've started 2 blogs: each dedicated to one of my varied interests. I'm posting weekly, and hoping I can keep this up. So if any of you care to have a read, here they are:

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Damola Mabogunje
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I am an author, a programmer, and a dabbler in digital art. I like to try my hand at everything. But mostly, I like to write. So take a good look around and see if there's anything you like! :D
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Looking to cover my apartment walls in art.
  • Bedrooom: Anime inspired pieces
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fradarlin Featured By Owner 6 days ago  Professional Digital Artist
thanks for the llama!! :squee:
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Mabogunje Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Hobbyist Writer
You're welcome :)
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fradarlin Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Professional Digital Artist
:la:
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ImportAutumn Featured By Owner May 4, 2014  Hobbyist Artist
Thanks for adding Deviant-Hunting to your deviant-watch Mabogunje! Hope you enjoy the artworks from
the show and the art posted on the page! Feel free to post some of your writing if you wish to become a member of the group! :)
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Mabogunje Featured By Owner May 4, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Hey Nick,
Discovered your youtube series the other day and felt it would be a great way to discover art for my walls at home...
I got the impression that the group was dedicated to visual (not literary) art though, was I wrong?
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