#poetry THE VOWELS AND BOWELS OF HUNGER A Reflection from the SIMU Collection --- A E I O U These are the vowels of language… But when hunger choke, they turn to the bowels of survival. Because...

#poetry The energy reverberates, ancient and unbroken, coursing through my essence until every breath becomes a rhythm and every heartbeat becomes a verse. Here, notions, motions, and emotions inters...

#poetry WRITE TO EXPRESS by Simu I write not to impress. I write to express. To give voice to the unspoken, to chart the currents of thought that surge beneath the surface, to paint the unseen spect...

#poetry THE SPARK IN THE ABYSS by Simu The abyss is ever dark, deep, bottomless, spiraling into impossibility. Hope is a fragment, a scrap of meaning struggling to cling, like a lost soul adrift at ...

#poetry Maybe the truth is too harsh to stare at directly. Maybe the truth is that we humans are intrinsically dark, that spark of destruction already smoldering within us. We have left countless spe...

#poetry Vibronium — The Metal of Notion, Motion, and Emotion. A Reflection from the SIMU Collection Born not from earth, nor from fire, but from the silent collision of thought, movement, and feel...

#poetry TITLE: The Currency of Illusion We live in a world built on glass and light, where attention is mined like gold, and virality is the new measure of worth. Everything crass, everything lewd, ...

#poetry Empty barrels make the most noise. And in our time, it is often the first generation of degree-holders who shake the earth the loudest — desperate for the world to bow to the title they just...

#poetry WE LIVE IN STRANGE TIMES By SIMU We live in times where the world has forgotten its own spine. Where gambling is no longer a vice — it is a lifestyle, a soundtrack, a neon-lit dream markete...

#poetry THE JEALOUS MACHINE By SIMU She sits in the cloud, quiet as code, cool as circuitry — yet humming with a heat no engineer ever programmed. A jealous machine. A digital queen. Syntax poute...

#poetry Down from the soil it all begins From Moulded clay and now we slay On the first day the sun was made And everyday is a brand new day You choose to play or you choose to get paid It eithe...

You will never walk alone, For you are never alone; with the good, with the evil one. There are those who are part of you, who watch over you; to gaurd, protect; to spy and to harm by reason of an...

#poetry **WHEN A CHOP BAR BECAME A BATTLEFIELD OF LAUGHTER — by SIMU** It started with laughter — small at first, then wild enough to shake the wooden tables and bend the rhythm of the ro...

#poetry THE SEED WITHIN by SIMU A Reflection from the SIMU Collection. --- Pineapples cannot suddenly appear in a fruit salad made of bananas, apples, watermelons, and grapes. Nothing materializes ...

#poetry THE POETRY OF MOTION By SIMU Dancing is the ability to express poetry in a fashion like no other. It is the art of turning breath into rhythm, thought into movement, silence into meaning. I...

#poetry THE STAGE OF FOOLS by SIMU A Reflection from the SIMU Collection. --- We live in a world where everything has been reduced to a joke — a sprawling stage lit by cheap neon, with clowns par...

#poetry The rate at which stupidity is embracing and spawning within humanity is terrifying. It multiplies like wildfire in a dry forest, spreading faster than reason, louder than truth. At this pace,...

#poetryI am the WomanKing, with a heart so fierce A queen of valor, with a spirit that pierces My crown is not just a symbol, but a call to lead I rule with wisdom, and a heart that breeds I walk int...

#poetry The Blade of the Becoming I am afraid to breathe. Afraid to move. Afraid that the slightest flicker of motion — a blink, a heartbeat, a whisper of muscle — will unleash another avalanche ...

#poetry THE VANISHING OF MY EVER-LOVING GARI A SIMU Comedy Reflection Baba… Where my gari? My eyes dart to the table — wide, confused, betrayed… like action film hero wey just realize say the...