Rare Monsters E-Book

Oba Cobbash

• Herausgeber: COMMUNE WRITERS INT'L
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Beschreibung

Rare Monsters is a captivating book that follows the journey of a twenty-five-year-old as she tirelessly searches for comfort in every aspect of life. She explores various avenues, encounters different beings, and faces countless challenges to overcome pain and heartbreak. Despite repeated attempts, she finds herself stuck in a cycle of starting over. However, through it all, she ultimately reaches a powerful resolution: she decides to prioritize herself and accept the inevitability of death.

Leseprobe

RARE MONSTERS

WRITTEN BY

OBA COBBASH

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COPYRIGHT (C) 2023

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without written permission from the author or publisher.

Published by:

COMMUNE WRITERS INT’L

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Published in the Federal Republic of Nigeria

CONTENTS

Craving Acknowledgment.

Although it’s just Love, love truly is……

Walls of a Fat 25-years old.

Admit once, I Am scared.

The confused vs The convinced.

Few Years.

I am Enough.

The Sweet psycho 1.

Pieces of me.

Rare monsters.

Seeking Grace.

I was once a crazy cheat.

Our minds are a perfect mistake.

Specially Stupid.

I Watched BRAIDS With Mr Ego.

Letter to Death.

CRAVING ACKNOWLEDGMENT

I know in my dream, I wrote a line or two about this.

As it sometimes happens, I have lost the lines like cheese.

The crazy thing is, i was starting to write it based on somebody and for students in a class.

One of them had just praised the poet stating I am a popular one. She flaunted that I pass.

I was belated, I asked out of swollen courtesy,

What do you need me to do for you? Yes?

She answered, she only wanted a great poet to write on the topic “Loneliness”

I looked at her to figure how much she needed it.

Little doubt crept in through my eyes giving differently.

Erm…., she stuttered. Can….. you? Oh Yes I

I affirmed it, collected her writing Materials, Hmmm, Loneliness? I asked her again, she smiled this time with her arms crossed. She got my tactics.

She silently put me to test.

Without thinking so deep, I wrote out three lines.

That made her call lots of her classmates to show off. They all specifically, fell in lines.

I knew I was happy for all that happened,

But as it was a dream, I celebrated not further.

I woke up, suddenly felt this urge deeper.

To jot down the incident, why?

I realized, one sign of loneliness is the crave for acknowledgment.

I was Enough, at least I thought so.

Enough to not think so deep, freely jot down three exquisite lines,

That could get a whole class to fall in lines.

Yet, I remembered after helping a lot of them,

None said thank you afterwards but walked away from me like I just happened to be at that moment, needed.

I felt like I got a thrust.

You will surely recognize those groups you stay in that speaks slangs with each other and you seem so lost…..

Merely in their midst for their needs and you do not count.

There are lots of poets, I am intentionally rare.

With clear intentions to brilliantly share.

I should need no one to affirm it. I should know

Yet, I wanted acknowledgment to feel like a glow

Craving acknowledgement is a sign of loneliness.

I sat up, spoke to myself and choose to stress

On the power I have for myself and for others in duress.

To always express, never need to impress.

ALTHOUGH, IT’S JUST LOVE.LOVE TRULY IS …

Love is a magical feeling,

Once or twice or maybe more times.

We want to experience this magical feeling,

Maybe all the times.

Right? Right? Right.

But the scary part is the price we have to pay.

We might have to let go of our former love when we are in it.

Might be our time, our routine, or just ourselves.

There, the compromises comes in, Boom.

We are not the same as just this…… early yesterday.

Either going crazy wondering what is wrong with us or we are simply silently in Denial, (self whispers) this cannot be me….. or,

We just simply accept it, mad expectations follows.

To recognize, for the newbies, takes longer.

What our expectations are, what they should be.

So we think we are much more special. Although, everyone has had that moment.

Then, we move on to the confession part.

We either do not know what we did wrong or what the partner did wrong.

This is when we either start to show our real selves, freer selves, truest selves.

Luckily, there could be full acceptance, full rejection or it’s halved.

Either way, something is happening. Something is brewing.

We can’t do things without thinking or considering our partners.

Looks like we are tied to someone for a race and we’ll all see who is going to make it to the end or how.

Very much new is the realization, we are in it. Init?

We start realizing we have forgotten, we are forgetting slowly what we used to be.

Comes in then, first fights, arguments and ghosting maybe.

Yet, we can’t stop what we feel.

For some of us, it might have to come to an end but we keep on feeling.

The slight difference is we have a mixture of love, hate, fear, anger, so on.

Then, we have to make a decision.

To either forgive and go on.

To forgive and let go, never forgive and go on or never forgive and let go.

Any chance, we are still feeling.

Might be rare or common, I wouldn’t know.

There are times our feelings go numb because of lots of pressure and complications.

Our decision matters when we are almost at the end of the rope, whatever that might mean for “various” us.