Another Fly On The Wall

Tag: Spoken Poetry

  • For Life by Eli Oko

    For Life by Eli Oko

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    I think my obsession with corridors sparked from things I have never quite been able to explain Parts of my thoughts that don’t have logical reasoning I think the enclosed feeling was security but the longer the corridor the better As it began to symbolise infinity I think my obsession with these 2 walls and…

  • Late Submission by Eli Oko

    Late Submission by Eli Oko

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    Eli Oko
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    So I havent written anything in a while Because I couldnt submit things whilst ill at home in my bed coughing up phlegm the length of strings And playing them in my head like symthanys, pitying myself Because I couldn’t submit things and promote them on my twitter whilst I am travelling with so many…

  • Obsessive Desire by Eli Oko

    Obsessive Desire by Eli Oko

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    Eli Oko
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    Paying attention to how much I was spending yet still spent £2 over I need to pay more attention to the meals I have I was sitting down cowering over my own thoughts and my belly was hanging over my thighs and I thought I have to pay more attention to the meals I have…

  • Safe Haven by Eli Oko

    Safe Haven by Eli Oko

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    Eli Oko
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    Please Let me be your safe haven That place made for escaping The distant location Something like a vacation But closer to the answer you been asking for, for ages It’s not green grass but it grows fast And the fresh plants can be eaten You won’t travel to survive once you’re staring into my…

  • Unpaid Dues by Eli Oko

    Unpaid Dues by Eli Oko

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    Eli Oko
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    Staring at blank pages I wonder how to start writing the words I feel I think that maybe I should return when the voices chill I can hear them again so clear they begin and don’t end unless I answer They remind me of my unpaid dues we’re like unfazed youths planning to run ways,…

  • Vocals by Eli Oko

    Vocals by Eli Oko

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    I have only the sound of my words to identify my thoughts and intentions I hate that I can express the thoughts on my mind Through a method more divine I guess the main thing I am looking for is an intervention I hear the questions how and why as if we’ve been questioning for…

  • And The Words Were Green by Eli Oko

    And The Words Were Green by Eli Oko

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    And the words were green. They shattered the feelings I had, of accomplishment and pride. I no longer stood, I was crawling for the things I wanted. I had neither the best nor the worse, It was all unspoken of. I was just green and the rest was history. Not the history that goes down…