Precious Gift Aloyo

Show me how to see beyond. Teach me patience, define clarity. Let me dance and never walk. For what good is to walk, When dancing is the rarity. Guide me to a place where I can be found. Lead me to the cause so that my effect is felt, Never the other way around. #poetry

Waiting hands penetrate the foggy plain. Empty words give rhythm to having something to want to say. I want to say so much, but is it okay? Is it okay to be vulnerable with a stranger? Is it okay to shed tears out of anger? Is it okay to need help? I want to, but is it okay?

Letting go has never been easy. Let me go, I don't drown easy. Let it go, you'll probably see it fly. #WorldPoetryDay #abstract #poetry

It's getting dark. So fast. Remnants of life's brand colors, merge into the concrete. Thoughts flash by like incoming cars on a two way street. While memories take their time like an overloaded vehicle on a hill. #poetic #LifeOnOurPlanet #MindfulMarch

Heart strings, being pulled across the rugged 1 2 3's Of the perfectly even tempo Of a song that many sing. A sad song. A real song. A reccuring song. Heart strings, Snapping one by one under the scarred fingers of the player.... #poetry #music

It tells itself. The story that is life. Through someone else it will re-tell itself. We just hope that the more mouths it goes through, The less watered down the story will be. #poetry #randomthought #life #tell

Transition. Lengthy conversations and stone cold retribution. I hold you in high regard, but don't let that confuse you. I'm moving with my feet unbound, searching for my heart in the lost and found. It's black and black, if you see it, let me know. #poetry #Heart #Feeling

She has a pale face with crimson lips that fight to be seen amidst the discord that is her face. He had coffee brown skin, that he now lathers with high standards. Too high that the color mismatch can be seen when he sneezes. #poetry #BeautyStandards

The wait probably lasts longer than anything else. From the agitation to the hope and back to the agitation. The wait has lasted longer than existence and has weighed heavy on the hearts of the resistant. The weight has no nickname, its just a bare-faced giant with arthritis.

If you've began to assume that the golden parts of the sunset are not .... what do they call it... color coded, then maybe you've begun to fade and lose your golden parts. #poetry

Say it again, but like you mean it this time. We define hearts as frail, But not in my mother's tongue. After the count of three I'll rearrange your mismatch, and revise your speech first Before hearing you say it again. #poetry