quan._east

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[quan._east @Oracle_East]

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[quan._east @Oracle_East]

Title : The unknown observer
Medium :acrylic on canvas
Size : 60.96cm x 91.44cm
Year :2026

[quan._east @Oracle_East]

Different dreams,
same pursuit.
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[quan._east @Oracle_East]

My sword should never turn my soul
into a sadist.
There will be more battles after this,
more wounds, more things left unsaid.
I only pray
we do not become enemies
over a single coin.
Because I cannot live
without those hands—
and I know my brother cannot either.
#readers

[quan._east @Oracle_East]

My sword should never turn my soul
into a sadist.
There will be more battles after this,
more wounds, more things left unsaid.
I only pray
we do not become enemies
over a single coin.
Because I cannot live
without those hands—
and I know my brother cannot either.
#readers

[quan._east @Oracle_East]

even when giving costs so little.
My soul was taught
that hands exist for one another,
to hold, to build,
to protect, and to love.
But what happens
when one hand is cut away
from the system?
What happens when the hand
you once depended on
becomes the hand you fear?
#poets

[quan._east @Oracle_East]

even when giving costs so little.
My soul was taught
that hands exist for one another,
to hold, to build,
to protect, and to love.
But what happens
when one hand is cut away
from the system?
What happens when the hand
you once depended on
becomes the hand you fear?
#poets

[quan._east @Oracle_East]

Our purpose should be greater than the coin.
We should be building empires,
creating cities,
leaving something behind
for those who come after us.
Not becoming greedy hands—
hands that only know how to collect
but have forgotten how to give,

[quan._east @Oracle_East]

Our purpose should be greater than the coin.
We should be building empires,
creating cities,
leaving something behind
for those who come after us.
Not becoming greedy hands—
hands that only know how to collect
but have forgotten how to give,

[quan._east @Oracle_East]

The sacrifice of two heads
may look beautiful from afar,
but what can one soul accomplish
when it is torn between them?
Can a ship truly sink
when it carries so many soldiers?
Or can a single soldier
take control of the entire ship?
#poetrycommunity #poetrylovers #poets

[quan._east @Oracle_East]

The sacrifice of two heads
may look beautiful from afar,
but what can one soul accomplish
when it is torn between them?
Can a ship truly sink
when it carries so many soldiers?
Or can a single soldier
take control of the entire ship?
#poetrycommunity #poetrylovers #poets

[quan._east @Oracle_East]

It carries loopholes I have tried
to hide beneath my skin.
But would my brother understand?
He has loopholes of his own,
wounds he is desperately trying to cover.
Perhaps my hands should not be greedy.
Perhaps taking everything
was never the meaning of having.
#poets

[quan._east @Oracle_East]

It carries loopholes I have tried
to hide beneath my skin.
But would my brother understand?
He has loopholes of his own,
wounds he is desperately trying to cover.
Perhaps my hands should not be greedy.
Perhaps taking everything
was never the meaning of having.
#poets

[quan._east @Oracle_East]

Must this ship sink
before we finally understand
What does victory truly mean?
If I plunge my sword into the sea,
will the waters turn red
with the blood of everything
We once called ours?
My body is guilty.
#poetrycommunity #poetrylovers #poets #nigerianpoetry #writers

[quan._east @Oracle_East]

Must this ship sink
before we finally understand
What does victory truly mean?
If I plunge my sword into the sea,
will the waters turn red
with the blood of everything
We once called ours?
My body is guilty.
#poetrycommunity #poetrylovers #poets #nigerianpoetry #writers

[quan._east @Oracle_East]

Title: different dreams same pursuit
Year : 2026
My sword could belong to you,
but what would become of my soul?
We carry different dreams,
yet chase the same destination.
Two hands fighting one another,
all because of a single coin.
Could my space become yours?
#poem

[quan._east @Oracle_East]

Title: different dreams same pursuit
Year : 2026
My sword could belong to you,
but what would become of my soul?
We carry different dreams,
yet chase the same destination.
Two hands fighting one another,
all because of a single coin.
Could my space become yours?
#poem

[quan._east @Oracle_East]

unspoken thoughts,
and pieces of a person
still learning how to become whole.
#writerscommunity #writersoftwitter #visualpeotry #poets #contemporaryart #poetrycommunity #naijatwitter
#nigerianpoetry #poem #poetrylover
#writingcommunity

[quan._east @Oracle_East]

How does the bar look behind the scenes?
Is it really about the drinks,
or is it a shelter for broken souls—
souls like mine?
The scenery feels different
from the way I remember it.
Somewhere along the way,
a piece of me broke.
#writersoftwitter #poets #poetrycommunity

[quan._east @Oracle_East]

Who would understand
that sometimes gibberish
is simply a broken soul
trying to find a language
for everything it has survived?
Maybe the bar isn't a place at all.
Maybe it's somewhere inside me—
a room filled with unfinished memories,
half-empty glasses,
#africanpoetries

[quan._east @Oracle_East]

How does the bar look behind the scenes?
Is it really about the drinks,
or is it a shelter for broken souls—
souls like mine?
The scenery feels different
from the way I remember it.
Somewhere along the way,
a piece of me broke.
#writersoftwitter #poets #poetrycommunity

[quan._east @Oracle_East]

By something
that doesn't ask me to heal.
Most times,
I write gibberish
just to wander through my memories,
just to hear the thoughts
I cannot say aloud.
But who would I show my gibberish to?
Who would sit with my scattered words
without trying to rearrange them?
#poetry

[quan._east @Oracle_East]

How does the bar look behind the scenes?
Is it really about the drinks,
or is it a shelter for broken souls—
souls like mine?
The scenery feels different
from the way I remember it.
Somewhere along the way,
a piece of me broke.
#writersoftwitter #poets #poetrycommunity

[quan._east @Oracle_East]

How do I laugh without wondering
how many seconds remain
before something breaks again?
For just one second,
if I could make a wish,
I would wish to see the bar—
to sit quietly in its shadows,
to feel your hands around the wine,
and to know what it feels like
to be held

[quan._east @Oracle_East]

How does the bar look behind the scenes?
Is it really about the drinks,
or is it a shelter for broken souls—
souls like mine?
The scenery feels different
from the way I remember it.
Somewhere along the way,
a piece of me broke.
#writersoftwitter #poets #poetrycommunity

[quan._east @Oracle_East]

Would they forgive a mistake there?
Would they understand the things
I could never explain?
Is everything beautiful on the outside,
or does beauty only appear
when you look closely enough
to see the cracks?
I don't think I know anymore.
How does a real smile work again?

[quan._east @Oracle_East]

How does the bar look behind the scenes?
Is it really about the drinks,
or is it a shelter for broken souls—
souls like mine?
The scenery feels different
from the way I remember it.
Somewhere along the way,
a piece of me broke.
#writersoftwitter #poets #poetrycommunity

[quan._east @Oracle_East]

They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.But what about the things
that don't kill you,
yet quietly change you forever?
Is strength really the answer,
or is it just another beautiful phrase
we tell ourselves to keep going?
What does the bar look like?
I ask again.

[quan._east @Oracle_East]

How does the bar look behind the scenes?
Is it really about the drinks,
or is it a shelter for broken souls—
souls like mine?
The scenery feels different
from the way I remember it.
Somewhere along the way,
a piece of me broke.
#writersoftwitter #poets #poetrycommunity

[quan._east @Oracle_East]

I spent every second of my life
trying to put it back together,
only to realize
I was being rebuilt into someone different.
Will I ever outgrow
this hollow space inside my soul?
Will the world give me a chance
to show what I am truly made of?
#visualpoetry
#writerscommunity

[quan._east @Oracle_East]

How does the bar look behind the scenes?
Is it really about the drinks,
or is it a shelter for broken souls—
souls like mine?
The scenery feels different
from the way I remember it.
Somewhere along the way,
a piece of me broke.
#writersoftwitter #poets #poetrycommunity

[quan._east @Oracle_East]

How does the bar look behind the scenes?
Is it really about the drinks,
or is it a shelter for broken souls—
souls like mine?
The scenery feels different
from the way I remember it.
Somewhere along the way,
a piece of me broke.
#writersoftwitter #poets #poetrycommunity

[quan._east @Oracle_East]

We are all area boys ✨❤️
A step by step procedure of one of the greatest soul @Tunde_OD portrait, it took me a month to create this masterpiece , please help me tag @Tunde_OD till he sees this ✨

[quan._east @Oracle_East]

You can't serve two masters at once
What about that girl were dey give blowjob and dem still dey f**k am from back??