LIFE OF A WRITER

Writers get bored easily, you have to steer up their interest before you both can flow on the same level of mutual understanding. Their level of susceptibility is despicably high because they value words like gold, Apparently this is more reason why they are very alluring ' The weirdness attached to their unfolding personality. They listen when you talk & create rudiment of an escape plan. They value comfort like pen & paper, they rather be alone free, sour, ponder & strategize on there next move. Just in a single line, they can make you feel so glorious, that feeling you get when you riding on a fast horse. The world of a writer is incredible, but when he/she is in pain, they rather paint a picture or pour out words on paper to overcome. Give them depth in conversation & they will feed your intellect beyond the natural realm a human can gasps. They are quite good at predicting, they can analyse your every move within minutes. Some writers live in a world of imagination which (sometimes) manifest into reality of it kind. They live like actors in novels, constantly gravitating towards that which is real. They are mysterious in nature, just when you think you've gotten to the trenches the root that leads to their soul, they change the event around. They are easily captivated by readers but readers have the ability to see through them because they read books which expose them to the possible thought a writer might be experiencing even before manifestation of actions. A writer can't be classified as a fighter because he uses his words to create peace rather than engage in conflict. 

When conversing with a writer & he/she takes a break, he/she probably just remembered the word to complete the last line of poetry or story which is long due or there was no depth in conversation & escape was key to self relief.. A writer never uses the word right or isn't it, because they feel it reveals & shows lack of confidence. In recent times people haven't really been able to understand the life of a writer. Avoid reading the drafts of a writer, they can make you rain at the same time shine like the sun & your smile will unconsciously mimick the shape of the rainbow. Great men like Nicholas Sparks did that in the past, in his novel titled message in a bottle. 

There are so many ways to spark up the interest of a writer- 

1)Give them depth in conversation & interaction.

2) Feed them with words they are unfamiliar with, they will run back to their dictionary & this will make them see you as a challenge. writers love be challenged. Remember they easily get bored.

3) Writers love vulnerability, susceptibility. Show them your soul, rawness in words. They crave for intimacy but they rather spend time exchanging words than exchange of touch. 

4) Feed them with unrestricted words like a portion of poison tell them you like their new book, they will wallow in tears the day you pack your bags & decide to leave.

lastly

5) They love mental stimulation, like malanda.j rightly said - A woman that reads is gold to a man that thinks. 

“YOU SHOULD DATE A GIRL WHO READS.

This is actually my first post so i decided to go a little further by doing a research for you guys. I hope y'all find this interesting.

Written by- Rosemarie Urquico
Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.
Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries
out when she has found the book she wants. You see that weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a secondhand book shop? That’s the
reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow and worn. She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her
mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might
give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.
Buy her another cup of coffee.
Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she
loves Alice or if she would like to be Alice.It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, for anniversaries.
Give her the gift of words, in poetry and in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love.
Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to
make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does. She has to give it a shot somehow.Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It
will not be the end of the world.
Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls
who read understand that all things must come to end, but that you can always write a sequel. That
you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two. Why be frightened of everything that you are not?
Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series. If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When
you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but
she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are. You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest
yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes.She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will
walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots. Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You
deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then
you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads. Or better yet, date a girl who writes.

“Next- Why you should date an Illiterate.

FIREFIGHTERS

It's 3am,
The alarm never stops,
Red lights flashing so bright,
Another call to duty,
Driving on the highway smokes and flames reaching the sky,
I can feel the vibration & voices from distances screaming aloud for help,

My heart bleeds for these souls,
Only few might live to see the night, Racing up the stairway,
My faith is unknown to me,
As long as my flesh & blood brings hope to man,
death I'm not scared of,

Tears highly undeniable,
As i watch these souls pass out in my very own eyes,
So scary,scary scary I say,
If this was a movie I'd fast forward, Little are we paid,
running into burning buildings While others run out,

I have got a family also,
My little daughter must be awake anticipating my arrival,
Dad promised he was gonna be home early,
Pick up,pick up the cellphone,
Baby if I don't make it,
Read this at night,
I will be by your side,
even when my shadow isn't visible,

The fire is becoming intense,
hell is not a place to be,
i can barely breath,
Hope when I'm gone my name will be among the great heroes of time?
i hope the rescued will value their life , Knowing I traded mine for theirs?

Paradise i pray for,
Enough of the blazing fire. Booooooom.

THE UNJUST

As the sun reaches it zenith & the moon becomes full,
Soldiers are deployed at various point,
Allowing their thought to wander away into ephemeral violence,
Well armed, Red pointers at human sight,
killing in the pretence of liberation,
Defenceless civilians murdered in sight,

I don't have the adequate vocabulary to constructively & emotionally create that atmosphere,.

As a poet they don't mind if I make a sound But it's a real problem if I ever get too loud,

It enrages me,
 I'm bitterly miffed,
 Imagine the agony, stress, depression & tension they are going through, Let's be factual,

Their based desire & legitimate purpose is to associate ,affiliate & standardize us as terrorist,

They come in front of our tv & give us speech our forefathers have never heard of,
Humanity in it eternity have been blindfolded & deviated from the truth,

They have become the fixed & Luminous center around which innumerable lifestyle revolves, Civilization will not lead mankind to insanity,

It feels good to be in power ,
But a day will come when they will ponder, reflect & introspect,
but their reflection will be to no avail,

Reflect over what I say, In silence & tranquillity,

We may be on a Long arduous journey,
But victory is to the oppressed,
Categorically & selectively speaking ,
It will become a practical reality,

Innocent souls are been lost everyday,
In pakistan,Syria,Iraq,Iran
Yet the conference continues,
Killings intensifies,
Women are murdered,
Fathers are slaughtered,
Kids are held captive some rigorously excluded, Without them labouring humanity searching for peace will perish,

It's a sad time we live in,
Educated leaders with no heart of human sympathy,
Acting upon their based desires & ego,

You may call this character assassination,
I call it supreme words of justice ,
Only time will tell who is the true terrorist.

THE RADIO PRESENTER

It's 6pm,
anxiously waiting till its 8pm,
For the voice of magic,
that magnifies my heart from so many miles away,
This is my confession your voice is  perfection,

I love the way you alter those words of affection,
Without going down memory lane,
Butterflies in my belly doing the flip floppy thing like a lolly,
As I feel your sweet melodious voice,
Solidify & Stir-up in my heart,

I wanna radically alter my thought,
I'm astonished by your rapid transformation of words

To be sincere,
If the sea where to be a burning fire &
the blustery wind were to blow it  profusely
Like a stormy rain of volcano upon the land,
I will never leave,

I will always be on nigeria info,
Where I get all the info,
the purest of creativity you deliver,
you diva,
When I tune-in  in the evening,
you Ignite my heart
Your eyes are the kaleidoscope,
to my ever moving colorful world of reality,

Let me leave for now,
I will be back soon by night,
I think others are in anxiety,
Trying to drop in,
Their beautiful words of human creativity.

SECRET CRUSH

My secret crush,
you make me blush,
each time i stare your beauty, consider the following typical scenario of the dilemma,
a scenario that's quite puzzling,


I couldn't help it ,
but go down memory lane,
visualizing your smile,
but still so vivid in my head,
you have no idea,
you have no clue,
through my looks,
just how much I think of you every single minute,
My heart feels like it's torn apart,
But i know deep down we are never apart, In fact,
I hit myself so hard knowing i can't make you notice me, the distances seems so far,

But look straight at the moon tonight, you will know we are never apart,
i can barely write these lines,
But your beauty brings out the rhymes and make it rhyme,
My feelings for you runs deeper than the ocean,
This is not just a reaction from my emotion,
But a confession of my submission,
I wish you only knew.
yet I'm still invisible to you.


your love is so sweet,
it knocks me off my feet"
Show me a road path,
Leading straight into your heart.
And i will take my shoes off and walk in with my feet,
Beneath your beauty lies your behind, That why you never fall behind.


i wanna cave you a bear hug, then settle for friendship,
In other not to make a mess as i go to bed,
be in my dream tonight,
because in reality,
Its all i have ever dreamed of,
you are my secret crush.

DREAM BIG

In dreams begins responsibility,
availability of ability can only be determined,
through capability of knowledgeability,

I most set my priorities right,
ambition and aspiration without concentration,
Leads to mere desire what the heart aspires.
Every wide fantasy should fancy the fruit of labor,
in other not to disturb their neighbor,
In essence DREAM BIG,

Success is failure turned inside out,
i will never settle for less,
till i give it my best,
If there was ever a time to doubt,
i will embark on something productive,
Cause time flies like a fly without a trace,


Everyone will unanimously agree,
the road to success will always bring agony, stress, depression and tension,
but at the end,
achievement is all I'm longing for,
Mansions,cars all I'm waiting for,
The start of something new,
Brings the hope of something great,
Bill gates had it all,
Why can't i have it all.

A life without a purpose,
Is like traveling without directions,
not to mention the distractions,
which may lead to destruction,
Of once ambition.
DREAM BIG

I'M NOT A TERRORIST

What's your name?
Abubakar salim bin jahedee
sorry sir you will have to step back,
Bloody hypocrites,
how does my religion connect to terrorism,
I'm just a tourist in your territory,

no doubt,
my fellow brothers who dress like me,
act upon their anger due to ignorance,
and the quest for freedom ,peace& justice,
Just see,
What a curious coincides that is,
-but does that make me a terrorist?

Islam's a religion of peace,
yet they propagate islam with bad image,
Which is a huge damage,

Who's involved in horrendous crimes,
Who oppresses mere harmless civilians?
When we retaliate the world begins to hate and start generalizing,
without realizing what conspired,
-does that make me a terrorist?

Its we muslims who suffer from terrorism,
all around the globe,
Terrorizing and vandalising isn't islam heritage,
Impressed and obsessed you are with your TV,
believing the twisted story as it gets to you with no atom of truth,
Corrupted by silly illusions,
Apportioning blame on hopeless islamist seeking for peace,
Do you still think i'm a terrorist?

Develop some form of reservation when you call us terrorists,
I need not to speak through my nose,
before you know islam is against all kinds of injustice,
-How can I be a terrorist then?

Innocent muslims die everyday,
In the hands of american soldiers
yet we are never part of the mainstream news.
No one cares,
Take a soul of an american citizen,
Then the whole world will point at muslims as terrorist,
how tragic,
-does that make me a terrorist?

As a Reflection & manifestation,
Of an expression to the element of truth,
My Quran says,
you with your religion & me with my religion,
-does that sound like words of a terrorist?

I dress in the most noblest of form,
Yet you criticize me while you breed monsters in your country,
Man to woman, woman to man all in the name of civilization,
All these leaves me spellbound,speechless & riveted

In loneliness and seclusion,
Reflect over the word terrorism,
And you will see it has no connection with islam,

i'm a muslim not a terrorist.

CHILDREN RAISING CHILDREN

Late in december i remember,
So vividly when every member of some Malian families were falsely executed,

Kids were left out,
too young to see their mama & papa
Slaughtered all in the name of war,

Responsibilities accumulated,
yet no accommodation nor education,
hustling for survival under the hot sunny harsh weather,
life is such a roller coaster,
now i believe in the book things fall apart,

I remember the last word mama said,
as she held tight and whispered in an emotional breakdown,
Never let the scars change who you are,
but let them determine who you become,
this words have been buried inside me,

Lord please see me through,
this can't be true,
i have been through a lot,
but still not enough to fill the pot,

my pain is real,
Imagine a world of children raising children,
feeling of being left behind and how life isn't
perfect,
but in the end we can always move on,

Each day I would close my eyes and pray,
hoping the world would see our pictures,
and feel our pain as they stare within inches,
but its all fairly-tale,

As mama said, its a world of injustice,
we only look up to the provider,
Let the body suffer the pain,
there's always a brighter day,
at the end of the day!




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SUMMERTIME

Summertime,
a time of happiness, joy,fun & laughter,
a time of which the mind's at peace and ease,

as beautiful chirping birds fly around,
boys and girls,
on shorts and skirts,
roaming about from room to room,
cover the books,
Its time to lose let feel the grove,

Hearts are melting,
Broken hearts awaiting,
Emotions are hanging
hearts are racing,

Its time to jump on the ride,
to an unknown island,
let's feel the world form another view,
at least we are few,

Turn on the radio,
Let's feel the stereo,
Sing along with the morning song,
as we feel the sun sent down to the son,

As the phone beeps,
we won't hesitate to move our hips,
After all summer time is never long!




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