Completing my Capstone Project has been a whole journey of stress, calls, research and most importantly patience.
It’s been a wonderful journey and I don’t take it for granted.
Thank you @TechSphereAcad , @ezekiel_aleke and to all my friends it’s only up from here on out🤝✨
To love is to love, and to love is to hate and to love,
But not to hate and to hate.
It is to make “hate” love love,
A genuine compromise.
To love is to peep sneakily into the eyes of my cherished ones from birth,
Proclaiming: to love them was the best thing that came my way.
Yet “to love” still speaks when those same eyes are peeped into,
Only this time, with a linger of grief,
A short-lived hate.
To love is to know that certainly, a time will come
When love is hard to love.
LOVE SPECTRUM
Permit me to speak of something,
One blind to norms,
Counter-intuitive.
The perfect timing to calm my aching pen,
Unmasking the hideousness love carries.
A four-letter word, it might seem,
Yet somewhere within it sits hate,
Seated prettily.
Red is the most confused colour.
When someone says,“Don’t let me show you my true colours,”
red is the first shade that comes to mind.
Red is everything at once,
love, roses, hearts, passion,
insane beauty, life itself.
And still: power, anger, danger,
emergencies, extremity.
1
You need me more than anything.
And whenever it chooses,
it bends that truth to its advantage.
It can burn for you,
in ways that drive you beautifully insane,
then leave you lost,
angry,
frustrated,
mad in the worst way,
without remorse.
All depending on the vibe it’s on.
3/5
When red enters a room,
heads turn, forcefully.
There is no choice.
You could argue that yellow exists somewhere,
brightening spaces effortlessly.
But once red arrives,
yellow fades,
because red knows how to play its cards.
A skill yellow lacks.
You hate me.
4/5