Poetry Play #9


Samuel Oluwatobi Olatunji and Pearllie



Without a little madness

I won’t be able to feel


If madness is melody to you

Then melt into its music


It is this madness that gives me my name


I will call you by your rightful name

But tell me, do you understand the meaning of madness

The intricacy of insanity?


Pray, have you danced in its red to the colour of your hue?

For it is pain that sired this madness

The urge to run in the weeping rain until I lose my tears


Allow me then to offer you amnesty from your agony

You have known pain

Come and know the peak of pleasure


Pain birthed pleasure after the foreplay of re-breaking broken hearts

It is pain that set me up on a date to meet strength


Standing on the pillar of pain

Is like standing on a sword

It bleeds breath out of you gradually

Allow the fingers of foreplay to fix you

To unbreak your broken heart


We all need a little pain to make us more fire than water

More wind than air

More human and less cold

It is pain that illuminates my gain


But when the pain overpowers us

The fire burns the firewood of our bodies

And we become ashes

Too cold to be human

Grain of dust will be the gain of the pain


Pain burns the weakness from your essence

It is the cold embers of your weakness that lay at your feet

I have eaten pain with my two eyes open

For this reason, I do not see my scars

I see the stars


These stars may be shiny scars on sky’s skin

Scars that sometimes make the sky to bleed

Do you also want to be bleeding in love?


O, such sweet succinct pain

Pray, you, how do I change the world without a little pain?

How do I paint the pain of others?

How do I pee the urine of their eyes?

I was borne of pain, and I will heal with pain

There’s no love without a little red

As there is no sky without a little blue


If pain is a prerequisite to pleasure

Let’s walk this painfully pleasurable path of passion

Into the forest of foreplay

Let’s form poetry with the beats of our bodies


Hold the gun, take the bullets

Breathe and embrace the beauty of the massacre that lies ahead


Let me die and be buried in your body

No leaving you, only living you

Let the bullets be my bread

NB: Poetry Play, a product of Artilogue in partnership with PenAStory, is a game in form of poetic dialogue for every poet on BBM. It is a game of two poets: one drops a line or more, and the other replies, flowing along until one of them gives up, or the poem gets too long. Every poem formed from this game will be published here (penastory.com) every Friday and Saturday. So poets, are you ready to play? If yes, contact Samuel via BBM: 7f5210ec


About PenAStory

PenAStory is a group of young individuals with a passion for literature who have decided to come together to write under one platform. We seek to educate, inform as well as entertain our readers. Also, because we are targeting young literature lovers, we would like to touch on other interests of their lives hence the relationship category and because we all need a bit of motivation in our lives, we decided inspiration won't be so bad
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