Achieving Potential: A Story of Goodness

This is not about being arrogant, but simply a vivid and picture-able fact. Truth be told, I am successful. Albeit, my success is not yet bringing in finances.
   I have a very bright future. I have an unreachable potential. I have been working on what I need to work on. I have been getting compliments on my ability, lately.
   In the past 5 years, I would be worse. I was scared of myself. Blunders in English language were as close to me as the snail and its shell. There was no pity. I was publicly messed up and laughed at. I was taunted. I couldn't wait to end high school and begin to build myself. It was me being so febrile. I was damn so indifferent. You did not want to meet with me, I could bet.
    It was never too painful of an experience for me. The words shelled at me became a moving factor. I began to strive; to read and understand. I began to break sentences into words of sentences, for my betterment. "It wasn't easy. It is not easy. It won't be easy," I continue to state to myself. I posed quite a lot of questions to myself, asking myself if I wanted to grow bigger and speak fluently like Prof. Wole Soyinka, and many other laureates. I asked myself. I became tight to myself. I said I was going to be better than I was. It was a single decision, which required dedication. I wasn't scared anymore. I said regardless of the insults, there is a set goal, and it must be achieved. I climbed ladders, fell, dust myself up, heal my wounds, and I continued.
    As Facebook was a medium of communication, I grew into it, seeing all sorts of articles, all sauced up in blunders. I saw articles without punctuation marks. It was an obstacle; they were obstacles. I nearly fell, but, my determination mattered. I ignored. I began to write very indifferently. I didn't use punctuation marks where needed to. I failed my trial, but never gave up. When every other gay guy was worrying about an "Hey, let's sex", I was worried about building myself up. I was worried about an, "Hey. You want to learn?" It was what I had signed for.
   Some of Facebook friends are testimonies. I would ask, "please, every sentence I sent, were they right?" "Is my grammatical construction the way?". Some corrected me, while some told me it was fine.
   It was a heartbreak, now a potential. It wasn't easy. My head is still up. Every pain is a gain. Keep memories for reference.

Obscurity

In the noisy darkness I sit
Wondering the power of control
Weighing who my brain could be
With a beating heart

I saw it down the tunnel
I tried approaching
The ladders continue to fall apart
In fear of darkness

It would be better my brain crawled on the wall
I swiftly thought
But on the walls were unseen nails in them
Gladly were they expecting a fall

It never cleared
It became darker and more noisier
In a confused situation it could rest
It pounded in heavy rain of aches

A car passed by
My brain stopped
It forgot everything
Here is where I belong, here, it spewed

I Missed A Loving Unintended Kiss

I missed a loving kiss

In the acceptance and exposure of who I am

In the fear of who I walk through with

In the expectancy of death fuss

I missed a loving kiss

The one I had long wanted

The one I may never have the opportunity of having

That of a sexy, greasy lips

Sourced from: http://images.crestock.com/80000-89999/85342-xs.jpg:

I missed a loving kiss

The one from a different clan

The one whose thoughts have never cleared from my heart

The one that grips

I missed a loving kiss

Shying away from what could have been

Minding the eyes on me

And running away unwanted in shames

I missed a loving kiss

A sweet painful one

Intertwined with real love from me

Kiss I missed.

In Sheer Darkness

In sheer darkness, nobody knows what you feel, even though you tend to show them an untrue light, they never will ask you how you feel. They only want to see the glittering outside of a plate, without concern shown to the hurt inside the plate. They only know you are laughing tremendously, but don't care to ask, "what is beneath, or beyond, this laughter".
   It is a carefree World that we are in. It is here we cannot embrace ourselves, and afterwards die in obscurity. It is a world of "me and mine", not the fussy "Mine and Yours."

    Of course, we don't want to do it alone. We don't want face the depth of the seas, alone. We'd always wish we went with the world, albeit, it is carefree-- nobody is caring. We can change it all! We don't want to die in deep thoughts, do we? We do no want to soak our hearts up in tears, do we? Nobody would! The change is in our gasp.
  Heartbreaks are everywhere. We do not want to cry it out. Heartbreak in many forms; parental, societal, relationship, and many more. Keeping those scars to heal inside will never help. We can mend our hearts together. Show your true self to me; I shall always have your back. If I don't know how you feel, or you supposed I know, I am not just retaliating, would that heal you? It would cause a more disastrous pain, instead, believe me.
   Come out of the darkest dark. It is too thick for you to be in. Let's rub hands to mend our hearts. Sheer darkness, there you will be alone, if you think spewing it out would be unhelpful.