I want to vanish
not like a whisper
but like a wound that healed without leaving a scar

To slip between moments
so quietly
even time forgets it once knew my name

No eulogies
no echoes
no unfinished songs in someone’s heart

I want to vanish
Not just disappear...
But evaporate
Quietly
Completely
Without a trace
Without a name
Without even a memory to whisper
"I was here"

I want to forget myself so perfectly
That even I
Don’t remember I ever wanted to forget
No lingering pain
No fading laughter
No aching nostalgia curled in old corners of my chest

I crave the blankness
Not death....
but the freedom of never having been

No shadows of  "almost"
No scent of "before"
No mirrors reminding me I once was more
No yesterday
No could-have-beens
No photographs of people I used to be

I want the kind of stillness
That doesn’t ask questions
No "what happened?"
No "why haven't you got married?"
No "who hurt you?"
No "are you okay?"
Because in oblivion....
There are no answers
Only absence

I don’t want healing
I don’t want closure
I want nothing
Nothing to carry
Nothing to crave
No flames inside
Not even ashes

So I beg you please
Let me un-be
Let the stars forget I ever watched them
Let the winds forget how I once wept into them
Let every thought of me dissolve
Like breath on a cold windowpane
Here.... then gone
Gone.... then never

I want to Vanish
Not lost because... lost things can be found
But unmade
Unwritten
Unremembered

Let even me forget the shape of my sorrow
Let even me forget the texture of joy
Strip me of stories, of my scars
of "why”

Let me dissolve into silence
so complete
it doesn’t even echo

I'd even prefer to be
Not the silence in the room
But the space before the room ever was
Not a shadow fading
But the light that never cast it

I want to go where even souls dont go
Where not even God says
"Return"

Alani
Name of thunder sealed in silk
Where the sky wrote secrets in ancestral ink
Born not just of womb; but of word
A name that prays; that pierces; that’s heard

I wear my name like woven pride
From the paths of prophets my fathers stride
Ala ni... we own the gold of grace
Even the gods give way to my face

Alani; okunrin to n sun aaro meta
Man who dreams thrice before the dawn breaks better
my heart; a palace of praise
my lips; psalmed with poetic blaze

I am the whisper of warriors... the witness of winds
A woven will where wisdom begins
My name is a proverb; passed through fire
Still glowing bold like ancestral choir

Call me "not common"; I come from core
From palms that plant; from prayers that pour
I walk in wealth they cannot weigh
My name is a drumbeat that kings obey
Alani
I walk like myth; breathe like song
Even the moon hums my name all night long
my steps... sermons on sacred sand
my fingers... scrolls from spirit’s hand

I am power; pulse; poise and plan
From woven whispers of ancient man
Let the world know when they call me in,...
They summon a storm with a royal grin

To love Alani is to love a seasonless spring
To touch him is to wake everything
The stars wore envy the night I'm kissed
By fate; by grace; or  a lover’s mist

I am a spirit wrapped in skin
The holy hidden... deep within
A mystery only God decodes
Yet a comfort where love’s river flows

So let the world remember this
Alani is not a man alone; he’s bliss
He’s a poetry; a portal; a praise on feet
Where romance; reverence; and reign all meet

Not hunger; no; not the ache of the poor
But pride in a dress; and the thirst for more
Not empty pots; not broken bread
But sweet; slick words that turned their heads

Kiise because of empty plates
Cos' she had gardens; she had gates
She's no street girl, no, she ain't born for coins
Yet she danced where fire and shame conjoins

"Oju loro wa; inu l’oro ku;"
The face may smile; but the heart hides rue

Ẹnu dídùn, ẹrin amúlùmálà,
A sugared tongue can sell banana,
She called him “Brother”
“Alasiri mi"; “My person,” “He’s just too nice"
But behind every “bestie” she swore was harmless...
Lurked a shadow with a price.

He warned; "stay away from that male friend; that whispering breeze"
But she mocked his worry; and called it disease
"You're insecure;" she laughed; with pride
Till tears found rivers she could not hide

Besties and backbones; they called them sweet
While secrets bloomed beneath their feet
He kissed her mind before her lips
And stole her soul with honeyed scripts

"Shey you no trust me ni?” she'd say to her man; “oh, you’re insecure.”
But trust was a window she left open; until shame walked in the door.

Not every smile is holy ground
Not every shoulder is safe or sound
"Confidant" today; but digger tomorrow
Building castles of regret and sorrow

The trap was not sudden; the trap was slow
A garden of laughter; hiding woe
She played with fire; called it light
Until darkness swallowed her sight

For every video the world has seen
A thousand more live in between
Secrets tucked in perfect gowns
Sins that never make a sound

Ṣọ ra, arábìnrin, guard your flame,
Not every candle bears your name.
Ẹnu dídùn le fà èṣù wá
A honeyed tongue can sell your star
The tongue that flatters can also slay
And wolves wear suits in clear broad day

In the end; Dear sister...
The devil does not always come with horns
Sometimes he comes as comfort...
As kindness, well-dressed and sworn.

Let’s not confuse attention with affection
Or presence with protection
Let’s remember....
Some men befriend your soul, only to auction your reflection.

So guard your gates
Love who loves you, even in truth’s raw form
Lest you join the growing silence
Of those who fell, and now mourn

"Que Sera Sera;” one of the lies that’s been passed down in ages
A sweet lullaby for the lazy
a lullaby that kills the will
We’re told; “Whatever will be; will be;”
but forget that what will be needs 'Will' to be

Destiny isn’t a scripted play; it’s a field
And man was gifted a tool; the name is "will"
Yet we sit; fold arms; and call it fate
as if the Most High created us to spectate

Not every dream dies because it wasn’t meant to be
Some die because someone refused to will it into being

“Que Sera Sera”; A lullaby laced in the lines of sages
but sweet on the tongue of passive cages
It's a chant for the chilled; not the chosen
a phrase for the frozen; who wait for fate with doors wide open
but never knock; never move; just hoping

“Whatever will be; will be”
sounds deep; but it ain't that deep
It’s how dreams go to sleep
It's how kings lose their crown
and blame the throne for sitting down

See; destiny ain’t a straight-line draft
It curves; it bends; it waits for craft
You were born with a map and a machete
Will you walk; or will you wait already?

Not every “meant to be” will see the light
Some stay in the dark 'cos you refuse to fight
Some die not from fate but neglect
buried in the soil of "what did you expect?"

So nah
Don’t sell your will for a whisper
Don’t call surrender scripture
Don’t paint apathy in gold and call it faith
God gave you breath; not brakes

“Que fit no sera sera”
what should be; might not ever be
if you let life happen passively
If you leave purpose to probability
you’ll forfeit your possibility

Because destiny without action? Is distraction
A poetic excuse for inaction
A fiction of fraction

So stand
Stand where the cowards sat
Dare where the doubters lacked
"Will" what must be;
’cos what must be might just flee
if you don’t become what you’re meant to be

Is it wrong
To run...
Toes off the floor
When your heel’s burning up from the weight you wore?

Is it weak
To weep...
When the silence screams more
Than the chaos you’ve begged your soul to ignore?

Is it fair
To care...
When no one sees you
But they drink from your light till there's none left to view?

Is it sane
To strain...
When you're stuck in the loop
Of giving your all to a world that just hoops?

Is it dumb
To numb...
To fake every laugh...
When your chest splits in two and you just want to crash?

Is it right
To fight...
With no one in sight...
Just your thoughts with knives under midnight light?

Is it love
To stay...
When your heart’s in decay...
And they left but still haunt you in every way?

Is it strength
To bend...
Without ever a mend...
Still smiling while knowing you’ve reached your end?

Is it cruel
To feel...
And still be unheard...
Like you’re screaming in ink but they ghost every word?

Is it peace
To sleep...
Or just a disguise...
When you’d rather not wake than relive your goodbyes?

Is it pride
To hide...
All the pain you confide...
Behind "I’m fine" while you're breaking inside?

Is it just
To trust...
When betrayal’s a trend...
And the people you loved pushed you out in the end?

Is it sin
To grin...
When your world caves in...
Just to keep up the face while you’re drowning within?

Is it strange
To change...
When the past feels cursed...
And you’d rather be numb than to feel what hurts?

Is it brave
To cave...
To not be okay...
To admit that the strong don’t always want to stay?

Is it life
To survive...
Yet feel so dead...
A shell in the crowd with a war in your head?

Wake up; there's no warmth in the morning
Wake up; just the cold on my skin
No love; just the echoes of the silence
No hand ever reaching within

Wake up; is there anyone who's listening?
Wake up; I’ve been crying without sound
Oh love; I have begged beneath the ruins
Still no soul is ever around

Alone; alone... no one’s coming
Alone; alone... just the rain
Alone; alone.... can you hear it?
The sound of a world gone vain.

Wake up; see the riches getting richer
Wake up; while we’re sleeping in pain
No love; just the stares of empty people
Who pass by again and again

Wake up; see the silence in the alleys
Wake up; there's a riot in the valleys
Oh love; all the hope is now hollow
We beg; they feast; we starve and follow

Wake up; every window shows a banquet
Wake up; but my table stays bare
Oh love; they don't notice we're still hungry
Just pity in the way that they stare

Wake up; where's the fire for the freezing?
Wake up; where's the bread for the pleading?
No love; just the chains and the taxes
We're ghosts in gold-plated palaces

Wake up; I've been shouting from the alleys
Wake up; but my voice is too weak
No love; when you’re poor and always broken
You’re too tired to even speak

Wake up; does the system ever shiver?
Wake up; while we drown in the river
Oh love; they pretend they never knew us
With lies they lace; then blame and sue us

Wake up; there’s a child beneath the lamplight
Wake up; he's got tears in his eyes
Oh love; he was born into the struggle
And taught early how to survive

Wake up; little boy; keep your distance
Wake up; they despise your existence
No love; just a knife in the lecture
Grow old fast; but learn to play lesser

Wake up; see the men who hold the power
Wake up; they don’t bleed like we do
No love; when your pain is just statistics
And your home is a cold avenue

Wake up; see the rich in their towers
Wake up; they consume; we count hours
Oh love; when you cry; they call it drama
But we bleed truth beneath the trauma

Wake up; there's no hope in the system
Wake up; it was rigged from the start
Oh love; all they gave me was a warning
And a crack right through my heart

Wake up; it’s too late for redemption
Wake up; still I whisper this prayer
No love; but I walk with all the lonely
And I hold them in the air

Wake up; all the streets are still burning
Wake up; but the world keeps turning
Oh love; if you feel like you’re drowning
Just know; you’re not alone in frowning

Wake up; I’m a voice that’s been hidden
Wake up; from a world cold and ridden
No love; but I still sing for the fallen
For the ones who rise when they’re crawling

Wake up; they designed us for the aching
Wake up; every smile could be faking
Oh love; if your soul feels forsaken
You're not weak; just too often shaken

Alone; alone... no dawn is breaking
Alone; alone... just the night
Alone; alone... are you still waiting?
Or have you drowned without a fight?