Petros Creatives

Dear I know how you felt I know the feeling Which runs through your body I know the bitterness in your heart I know the sourness in your blood I know the disgust in your mind I know the hatred you've got For yourself and everyone I know it Because I feel it to Those days when you're quiet, Dead within yourself And you sent signal to the world for help Instead, they respond with cheers They clap you to your death They said they love your work They wouldn't notice you are writing your obituary For they read it while smiling You write out your heart's pain Every word is your blood Every full stop is a hole in your heart Every coma is a spear to your side Every exclamation mark is a tear from your heart But yet nobody noticed Instead they call you boss A boss of your loss Oh! Dear I have been through This jungle many times I've passed through the river of anguish I have climbed the hills of pain I have travelled the road of sorrow I have drank my own tears I have flown ...

TURKSONTHEPOET Here I stand  In the spot of our day of meeting In the spot where you said a yes In the spot of our undying statuesque memories Thinking, maybe that ‘it’s over’ was just a dream of yesterday but it wasn’t How could you? SAM PETROS  How could you Make me sleep on your words My life was ringed round your promises  Promises of never-ending love You make me scrutinized our love For Romeo and Juliet's But, Now here we are In a nowhere land TURKSONTHEPOET  A land you created with your infidelity A land that whispers sweet melodies of hurt I believed in you I made your words a life to my void world  I made you the first rains that visited my forlorn desert  but now I’ve become a sheep without a shepherd  and a scout of many hearts SAM PETROS My heart Fell in love with death At the rejection from you I was betrayed by the your sincere hostility What a beast you are To turn a breeze of love Into a tsunami of tears TURKSONTHEPOET  Tears that my eyes only spoke Distances my lo...

When I said I was in love with death Your brows were up against me You called me dark, called me evil Not knowing death Is angel to me and you. The meek angel Who cultivates souls ripe in his eyes Making us write RIP  Forgetting the E With joy replaced with sadness We write Rest In Peace Forgetting, Eternally This death is intelligent  He's intelligent For he cultivates that which is RIPE in is eye To Rest In Peace Eternally Evacuating him from this horrible planet What a helper he is Death, the diligent guy Who does what he is asked to Obeying the Supreme to the core How obedient is he? even more than you The doom of the Earth Is right at hand Yet he takes away from this doom's sphere What a saviour he is The gentle introvert For he speaks not But does much Action speaks louder than voice right? So creative Plotting the scenes And stges of a man's demise Even Muna Obiekwe couldn't act like him A melody director After his work's done A sonourous tune plays You call ...

IN LOVE WITH DEATH The guy with a sickle Not to harvest cocoa pods Or Mangoes The guy with your body Whom you painted black Got my heart In love Y, I love him  I love him like the burning furnace of hell. His charisma smells as ashes of burnt bodies His eyes darker than dark  itself I love him,  he succeeded in drawing me  near to him with his sicke  which he used to pluck my heart of love  Ask me not What love I have For this guy who ripped Souls apart diligently This guy  Who cultivates souls off this mysterious earth Who takes them on a journey to neverland How madly in love I'm I? Don't call me insane For I am crazily mad I wish of a journey with him The one I have fallen in love with  I desire to plunder the graveyard with him Making unforgettable momories I want him to feel my entire being with his darkness, And drown me in his ecstacy of mercilessness I want to be his nightingale To walk daily with him at night The cemetery would be our state And my one-room apartment ou...

She closed the gate She wouldn't let me enter So I have to force my entry Broke through her gatekeeper Like a klepto that I am I burgled her house With my rod I parted ways in her red sea Oh! How red was her sea How colourful were the bushes around it Each time I step in and out of her cave She let out a horror-filled erotica shout This suit my soul And deeper I go until my thirst was alleviated Oh what a beauty she is With her back yarding me sensational space So I had to force my entry since she won't let me in I broke her hymen, for I am a high man You're asking me who she is? Oh! I forgot to tell you.  She is my daughter  A replica of me her father No!. Don't call me a monster I prefer the word, Devil For it makes my prey shivers. ®Sam Petros ©2020

Six years killed by six minutes Just like a dream Her text was gone Her calls won't come The spirit within me Couldn't rest a bit Even Pain realiver Were not enough pills My heart raced marathons My brains collate the apparatus To experiment a peaceful thought But, No they never come So,I took my cell phone And make a call to her To free myself from the cell For my thoughts are now splitted into many folds "Oh! Hello" At the other end came her voice As gentle as usual Making my soul a peaceful ritual With love and fear I asked in despair "Where have you been You face I haven't seen" And with serenity She threw me on a hot plate With the words from her mouth The cold room become a hot place "Oh! Boy, I'm gone For I see you love That lady with whom you took pictures And for you to enjoy her more, I'm gone" An Hurricane of disappointment Hit my head My soul became dead I could find not even a help Oh! My The lady with whom I took pictures ...