A poem by Sandra C. Bamisile © Written 4.11.2011
If I could use 100% of my brain’s capacity and not be limited to just about 10%, I would…
I would think of why I am on earth, and actually answer it. Continue reading My Brain @ 100%
Category Archives: Old Sandra Poems
Unsure
An Apoetsbrain Original Written 24.11.2012
You are beautiful yet you ask
How beautiful am I?
You are strong yet you look in the mirror thinking.
Am I strong enough? Continue reading Unsure
The Crazy One Within
There is something shocking about how far this other self of mine can go.
This retarded other entity of mine has no inhibitions or limits whatsoever,
But I do, I have to posses some. The lines are clear everywhere I look.
Yet, here I am, crazy within.
For We Are Now All Mad
By Sandra C. Obiora. Written 28.12.2013
This morning it felt as though I woke up into twilight.
At some point, twilight became dawn, and dawn was no where to be found.
The World With No Sound
By Sandra C. Obiora. Written 6.3.13 © All rights reserved.
Imagine with me for a second a world without sound.
The ocean without the lapping and flapping of the waves,
My African Hair
By Sandra C. Obiora. © All rights reserved (Written 25.10.2013)
My hair and I are not always the best of friends.
We sometimes fight, and we sometimes make up.
She gives me all this work and all this trouble,
Yet I love her for what she is, and what she represents. Continue reading My African Hair
The World With No Sound
By Sandra C. Obiora ©. Written 6.3.13
Imagine with me for a second a world without sound.
The ocean without the lapping and flapping of the waves,
Utopic Dystopia
An Apoetsbrain Original. Written 28.12.2013 ©
This morning it felt as though I woke up into twilight.
At some point, twilight became dawn, and dawn was no where to be found.
Art and Tears
Original Piece by Apoetsbrain ©
He sits with tears in his eyes.
Pondering upon the evolution of humans in his ‘world’.
He is at the prime of his skills.
His skill is but to think then paint. Continue reading Art and Tears
Fireworks
Written by Sandra C. Obiora ©
So beautiful,
Such an endless stream of lights,
Speaking much of celebration, merriment and joy,
Rising and scattering emotions upon it’s viewers. Continue reading Fireworks
My African Hair
By Sandra C. Obiora. © All rights reserved (Written 25.10.2013)
My hair and I are not always the best of friends.
We sometimes fight, and we sometimes make up.
She gives me all this work and all this trouble,
Yet I love her for what she is, and what she represents. Continue reading My African Hair
The Last Day of 2012
By Sandra C. Obiora ~ Written 31.12.12 (6 years ago)
It is the last day of 2012. A day many believed will not occur.
The World With No Sound
By Sandra C. Obiora. Written 6.3.13
Imagine with me for a second a world without sound.
The ocean without the lapping and flapping of the waves,
My Brain @ 100%
Written 4.11.2011 (7 years ago)
If I could use 100% of my brain’s capacity and not be limited to just about 10%, I would…
I would think of why I am on earth, and actually answer it. Continue reading My Brain @ 100%
Show Glass
I am on a trip to exploring who Sandra C. Obiora used to be a decade ago! This poem was written 11.01.2010 – 8 whole years ago.
Is it desolation or mere isolation when
There is a demarcation between you,
And the others you call peers?
It appears that they are on the other side,
And you, with you and yourself on the
Spectators end.
One against a thousand,
Is far too unfair, and
It must be this way because you are different.
Or maybe, you are unique.
but If you were unique, then they will turn around.
But why?
Why do they go on with their lives as though
You do not exist?
Why is the demarcation transparent?
It could just be painted black,
It could be a mirror, reflecting you,
Making you appear more than they are.
Creating for you the illusion
That you are indeed with your peers.
But why?
Why does it have to be a glass?
A glass through which you can watch their every move,
Their oblivious faces,
Faces that so innocently show, that
They do not recognize you?
I ask you this time.
Are you in desolation or isolation?
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