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Dark poetry by DislexicPoet — Poetic Sagas explores love, power, trauma, identity and healing, giving voice to the quiet battles and deep connections that shape us.

These sagas explore the deeper corners of the mind and heart.

Dreams, truth, and imagination blur together. Each part stands alone, but together they form a larger story.

Some stories cannot be told in a single poem. They unfold slowly — piece by piece — revealing emotions, memories, and reflections as the journey unfolds.

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I Won’t Look Back

Dark Romance Collection

A dark romance poetic saga about love, grief and regret. A narrator who believes she is too damaged to deserve love, discovers to late that she is loved completely.

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I Won’t Look Back

Part I

Stone Heart

I feel so empty, 
so, washed up and torn.
This feeling has me hurting to my core.


You see I have lived a colourful life. 
I have carried a gun, 
a needle, 
and a knife.

I have taken what I wanted, 
without restraint. 
Left my girl dejected, 
on a couple of dates.

She told me she loved me, 
but I refused to believe her.
How could love find its way to me,
how could that be.

Her words were a candle, 
soft and glowing. 
Yet my heart was stone, 
twisted and knowing.

The storms I bred within my soul,
would crush the soft whispers
of love's control.

How could it be this gift she bore, 
to someone who only knew pain 
and a whole lot more.

Thought I knew better,
I could ride any storm-
any weather.

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I Won’t Look Back

Part II

She Stayed Anyway

She deserves better by a mile.
She was full of goodness,
on a loving tide.

I knew she could see the pain,
 I held deep down.
 She never said a bad word,
 never wore a frown.

She saw me, 
I mean really saw me
and she never walked away.
I was hooked every time, 
over and over again.

She chased me by car,
train and plane. 
Said if she could not see me, 
she would go insane.

Her breath was fire, 
Her touch a balm. 
A storm of chaos, 
Yet a sea of calm.

I ran from her light, 
afraid of its glow, 
But she found the cracks,
where my shadows grow.

Her love, relentless, 
a force untamed. 
Binding my soul, 
to a world unclaimed.

Her light was blinding, 
it consumed me whole. 
I let her in
and my heart she stole.

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I Won’t Look Back

Part III

Light Through the Ruins

I am a dark soul 
infected and raw, 
I did not what her walking on that shore.

She reached into the depths of my despair, 
threading light through the shadows there.

Her touch a beacon to my broken soul.
She made the fractured parts of me whole.

With each whispered word,
she rewrote my pain. 
Painting solace where scars, 
once remained.

She gathered the pieces,
scattered and few.
And wove a tapestry of something new.

I knew she was bad for me, 
in the best conceivable way. 
I also knew she could not stay.

So…
 I told her to find someone else, 
she deserves better.
 I had it all worked out, 
I was going to write her a letter.

I knew she would be hurting really bad,
but it was better for me- 
going crazy mad.

What we had was bone deep,
 right down in our souls.
 I had to protect her, 
that was my only goal.

She was the blessing in the dark,
 she was the best of humanity,
 a beautiful spark.

Me,
...not so much

I was on the different end of the spectrum, 
a slow corrupt sizzling hum.

She loved me anyway, 
I could not believe my luck, 
I had to get her away from me, 
no matter what it took.

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I Won’t Look Back

Part IV

The Day the Light Went Out

But here is the thing...
She had an illness she told me about, 
she knew I would stay she had no doubt.

She went to see her family for a few days, 
next thing her body give in.

Her soul could not stay...
 She faded away. 
God...I fell to my knees that day.

And in that moment it hit me...
in that moment,
 had perfect clarity.

I loved her and she loved me back. 
All the while we were together I push her away, 
I wish I could take it back.

Her love a fire fierce and bright,
guiding me back through the endless night.

Her presence will eternally stay,
 a reminder of what my heart lost that the day.

My mistakes are crippling
from this heartbreak I cannot hide, 
what a head fuck, 
what a hell of a ride.

Now... 
I am heading out of town 
kissing the wind that whispers her name, 
never wanting to fall in love again.

Seeing the trees sway like a lovers embrace, 
my head messed up my heads in a haze.

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I Won’t Look Back

Part V

I Won’t Look Back

Regrets a beautiful painful- hurtful thing,
a wound that doses do not heal-
my heart forever bleeds.

It festers with regret,
 Her…
 I will never forget.

Death silently came for her like a thief in the night,
 It took her,
 and I wept.

There were prays said at her grave,
and I was all hollowed out 
I trying to be brave.

There were roses all vibrant and bright, 
I only saw thorns 
my soul turned back to the night.

For every petal a memory revived, 
of fleeting moments where love once thrived.

Darkness encroached silent and swift, 
bearing the scars of deaths cruel gift.

And though the roses still sway and gleam, 
they haunt my soul like a waking dream.

Every choice has fangs 
and now i know love comes ,
with an almighty bang.

There was a fork in a road 
and I made the wrong choice, 
for my transgressions 
I will never again hear her voice.

I should have loved her when she was mine,
like a clock forever ticking I run out time.

She claimed me and I did not even know, 
I lost her what a heavy load.

I cannot stay everything reminds me of her, 
my heart bleeds angered feelings stir.

I see her in the shadows 
in the cracks in the darkest of places,
 It is the only light.
 I feel so numb, 
She shone so bright.

I am all done in... 
I try to make sense of it, 
it's a battle I cannot win.

I am not fit for human company,
there's nothing left of me
I'm running on empty.

It is best I go and slip away, 
Its better if I do not stay.

I need to ride this world alone,
 I do not feel much of anything more.

So… 
Bye my love may your soul fly high 
on a wings of a dove,
know you were loved.

You loved me with everything you had, 
you loved all of me the good and the bad.

I will carry you in my heart like a priceless treasure, 
I will weep and keep you there for ever.

No… 
I won’t look back.
The world has lost its colour, 
My heart is under attack.

For the strongest chains that bind, 
are the ones crafted by love and mind.

As she give herself to me, 
I give all of myself to thee.

Nah... I won’t look back.

The End

🖤 © NCarolAkinfolarin2026 🪶

#DislexicPoet

2025-20/5/26

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Dream Scream

Fractured Mind Collection

Dream Scream unfolds through dreams, memory and the strange language of the subconscious.

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Dream Scream

Part I

The Broken Man

He closed his eyes and let out
…a heavy sigh.

As he drifted between the realms
…of night and day,
Lost in a kaleidoscope of imagery,
…hoping she would stay.

In the mountains of mist,
…his mind in a haze, his soul kissed.

Instincts lost
…to panic and struggle,
A mind scrambled
…confused in a muddle.

In the void there stands a man
…no longer of any use.
Head ready to explode
…life full of endless abuse.

If only he had the guts
…to use the noose.

No longer of any use
…too long
under the paymaster’s boot.

Too long on his own
…feeling unseen.
A phantom of someone he once was
…a shade among the living.

Short of compassion
…he knows he will not be forgiven.

In the void is where he dwells
…is this life he calls hell.

He dreamed a dream.
He latched on to it.
And
…it made him scream.

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Dream Scream

Part II

The Dark Seraph 

A necklace of tears
…drowning in his own fears.

Where the wild girl sits on a tree
…his instincts tell him to flee.

Lips the colour of blood
…feet covered in mud.

The wild girl roams the dreamscape
…looking for forgotten souls who wish to escape.

Her name a curse.
Horses galloping onward
…pulling his hearse.

She is coming for his soul
…the colour of coal.

She whispers:
“Give me your loss and sorrow,
…you will not need it tomorrow.”

She is the dealer of broken dreams
…she feeds on a dead man’s screams.

Gravitating to a burning flame
…he cries out to be claimed.

She was a sweet
…delicious thief.
He burned for her touch
…all too brief.

The silver moonlight stroked her skin
…wrapped in an ethereal glow.

He cried out:
“Stay with me,
…please hear my plea.”

She is surrender and restraint
…echoes of a lover’s embrace.

As the voodoo drums beat
…he feels her heat.

Creation comes together
…the earth shatters and turns
…on itself.

Turning
Turning
…into something anew.

A thin heat remains on the flesh.
It is then the broken man says —

“Yes.”

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Dream Scream

Part III

The Collapse 

Whispers in his dreams
…soothing his deafening screams.

Her touch that speaks
…without words.
Where a broken heart is heard
…and need is stirred.

She had her fill
…feeding on strength and surrender.
He feels full in self-surrender.

Craving.
Craving.
He awakes and transforms into dust
…his spirit crushed.

Defeated.
Conquered.
Bewildered.

The scent of her lingers in the air
…left alone, his soul laid bare.

Out of reach
…his dreams breached.

The beating heart
…coming apart.

Amen.
Amen.
Sleep
Sleep
Sleep

He wakes in the middle of the night
…heart taken fright.

Lost.
Lost.
Lost.
She leaves him incomplete.

Like an empty milk carton
…he is left without a use.
He asks himself
…how long is the noose?

Praying...

He longs for the night.

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Dream Scream

Part IV

The Scream 

He has no appetite for sunrise
…its value diminished.

He lives like a walking ghost
…even his mirror recoils at his reflection.

Alone.
In hurt and pain he sighs
…in sorrow and regret he cries.

What kind of man loves a dream?
…the kind of man who must scream.

SCREAM
And
SCREAM...

Until he is SEEN.

The End

🖤 © NCarolAkinfolarin2025 🪶
 #DislexicPoet
2025=2026

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Shedding My Skin

Fractured Mind Collection

Shedding My Skin is a poetic saga about transformation —

the painful process of letting go of the versions

of ourselves we once needed to survive.

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Shedding My Skin

Part I

The Old Skin

My skin itches
Like it’s threaded into the wrong place…
Pulling and stretching,
Tight on my body and face.

It strains at the seams,
Like it wants to give in —
A quiet revolt
From the life I have been trapped in.

Something inside me
Has stopped the pretence…
The old skin feels heavy,
Too worn to make sense.

Tight.
Wrong.
Uncomfortable… predictable.
Evidence of a struggle
I have lived through — unbearable.

I’ve worn it so long
I believed it was mine,
Stitched from old patterns
I mistook for my own design.

Old shadows still linger
Like ghosts of survival,
Ways that once helped
But now block my authentic arrival.

Excuses lie buried
Deep under my skin,
Woven through bone
Where they quietly settled.

I carried them forward
Long past their defence,
Long after their meaning
Had lost all its sense.

And now every step
Splits another old seam…
The past loosens slowly,
Unravelling like a bad dream.

Not gone…
Not forgiven…
Not clean from the shadow it cast —
But no longer the shape
Of the self from the past.

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Shedding My Skin

Part II

The Breaking 

I feel them beneath my skin…
Old layers coming away.
Some quietly…
Some screaming, trying to stay.

Old seams that once held tight
Begin to strain again,
Pulling against
Everything I carried within.

Every hurt,
Every excuse,
Every version of me
That stayed
When it should have walked away.

My skin —
My very indoctrination — resists.
It always did…
A cage I learned was a sin.

What once protected me
Now splits against my bones,
Old armour cracking,
Leaving truth exposed and alone.

Old lies surface,
Bitter on my tongue —
Truths I buried
When the damage was young.

The past fights back…
It claws at the anger again,
Trying to stitch itself
Back into my skin.

But something deeper
Refuses to bend…
The fire has started now,
And it will not pretend.

Slow,
Relentless,
Eating through every cry,
That once held me together —
A fragile disguise.

And I feel it —
The old skin tightening,
Splitting,
Breaking away…

Yet desperately trying
To stay.
But I will fight
Come what may.

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Shedding My Skin

Part III

The Release 

I am learning to breathe through the release…
As my inhale matches my exhale.
This is not rebirth —
It is me stepping into my power.

The burning fades
As the struggle begins to cease.
The armour loosens
Where it once held tight,
Falling away slowly
In the returning light.

Tender. 
Unarmoured.
No shield to defend —
Just skin remembering
How to breathe again.

My bones remember
How to stand alone
Without the old control
Stitched into bone.

The past still whispers
But its voice grows thin…
It no longer belongs
Beneath my skin.

What falls away now
Was never truly mine —
Old wounds I once called
Design.

So I let it loosen…
Let it fall where it must.
Not reborn —
Just standing inside my truth.

Breathing quiet.
Released.

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Shedding My Skin

Part IV

Becoming

I am not healed…
But every day
I move forward
Into a version of myself
I am beginning to like.

I shed my old skin
Not because I am breaking,
But because it no longer fits
The woman I am becoming.

Old layers fall away —
Some quietly,
Some not so much.
Like habits I outgrew
But carried anyway.

Now I am learning
To release the version of me
That stayed too long,
Explained too much,
And called hurt love.

And underneath the shedding —
Not perfect,
Not finished —
I keep evolving
Into something honest.

The life I live now
Finally fits
The skin I stand in.
Something wholly
Fucking alive.

The End

🖤 © NCarolAkinfolarin2025🪶 
#DislexicPoet
2025-2026

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Her

Little Bird Collection

Her —a five part Poetic Saga that shows a slow unfolding of connection, where nothing is taken and everything is chosen.

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Her

Part I

Her

She draws me in
Without trying —
And I know exactly
Where I’ll find her.

I don’t need to touch her
For the air to shift —
It happens the moment
I step into her space.

I watch her
Like an eagle watches its prey,
And I see her breath catch,
Barely —
But enough for me to feel
The spark beneath her calm.

I move closer,
Slow,
Intentional,
Letting the closeness speak
Before my voice does.

She looks up at me,
Eyes soft,
As if she’s waiting
To see what I’ll ask of her next.

I tilt her chin
With nothing but my tone.
“Easy,” I murmur.
“Stay right there.
Eyes on me.”
And she does —

Not out of obedience,
But because she craves
The steadiness
She feels
When she follows my lead.

Her exhale warms
The space between us,
A quiet surrender
That hums
Against my core.

She chooses this —
This nearness,
This quiet pull,
This place where her tension melts
The moment I guide her breath.

And I bring her back
To that edge
Every time —
The one where calm
And heat
Meet,
Where she and I
Meet in the middle
In the same moment.

And I stay there with her —
Steady,
Present,
Unmoving —
Until she knows
She’s exactly
Where she belongs.