I am Chimaoge, a linguist. I love to write mainly in short sentences (poems). I get inspired by everything, especially things happening in my environment and my writings are greatly influenced by my mood. The excitement that some get from running in woods, chasing and shooting after bad guys; I get it from spinning off words and reading perfectly spined words.
EYES OF A CHILD In the eyes of a child, The world is beautiful and mild, Everything sweet and playful, Very indulging and mindful. In the eyes of a little baby, Things are careless and lovely, Violence seems not to exist, It is play even with a raised fist. In my eyes as a kid, Good I saw in everything I did, Every good thing has no ending, When it does, I do the looking. In the eyes of a full grown adult, All these things are almost extinct, The memories only gives us one taste, Childhood is too good a good to waste.
All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.
THE PAST CALLS (20/01/2019)
Wild Heart (22/07/2018)
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