When you have a mentor that sees a lot of potentials in you. read more.....

When you have a mentor that sees a lot of potentials in you. read more.....

poem Anonymous   07:20:00

When you have a mentor that sees a lot of potentials in you and still pretends not to care of the things you do,this is how to survive. Breathe and never stop believing in him or her,watch out for their updates and never press the unfollow button,even if you're tempted with pride.Remember that they got there before you, keep your head cool with cold pure water and when they read and don't reply your messages, remember the other times they replied you,never stop believing in him or her,you can take a break for some time and allow them some space,you can like and comment on their post once in a while, you can move,work more and improve yourself and when people starts asking you "do you have a mentor or who is your mentor" you can tell them yes, you can give them a name. It doesn't matter if there are aware of their mentorship towards you.
Long story cut short
I dreamt of my mentor this afternoon cos I've been sleeping, she called me on the phone to read her a poem I had written for her on her last years birthday lolz I know joblessness can contribute to you thinking you could be the next Joseph. Well... she's miles away from home but this is how to survive, work hard and ignore negativity.Soon someone will need you, soon you will become a mentor to someone because someone is always watching.

POEMS: wanting you

POEMS: wanting you

poem Anonymous   06:15:00

Wanting you, like you want me

We could never quite outdo each other.

Your eyes like looking at earth from mars (winks)

I’d gladly bury myself in your stare

But it’s the way you bury yourself in me that has me shaking.

I’ve never been one to understand such unions,

I never realized I was empty till you filled me perfectly.

I’m holding you so tight; I may smother life out of you.

There’s no way I would have guessed such heights existed.

I’m here slightly clad; it is time to devour your prey

Slow, fast, however you choose, you get me more than I get myself

If such pleasures were not sinful,

The whole world would be happy.

I like my body more when it is joined with yours.

Don’t stall any longer; I doubt there’s a better time than now

You sliding within,

I’d be awake long after you’re gone,

Holding on to these moments, as though they’d never occur again

Yet every time is better than the las