Alex Agyemang (Street Articles Author)
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I'm a student and works...like writing at my spare times...I'm into poetry and fiction...To me our world is not predestined...It's a fiction in which we make things real...

Hell Bound And Blood And Sand
Hell Bound I sat with the drunk and shared their wine. I shared their joke and laughter. She handed me my second Which I took with joy, A calabash full of wine as white as snow. I drunk to quench my thirst And laughed to release my stress. In this…
By:  in  Writing and Speaking  >  Creative Writing   Oct 07, 2012  
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Whispers From The Shadows( A Collection Of Poems)
WHEN I’M A SHADOW Is this a myth or true? Does he take the life out of me, And render my body a lump of meat and bones? Does he keep my life Or leave it to roam in the wild as they say? Will I be a shadowy man…
By:  in  Writing and Speaking  >  Creative Writing   Sep 23, 2012  
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Tropic Romance
The day is young, the dawn is broken. The sun is awakened and yet it feels cold. Can feel it’s shinning yet it feels cool And lovely, guess it’s in love too. Come my love, let’s take a stroll. Let’s walk the street head to toe. Hand in hand, caressing…
By:  in  Writing and Speaking  >  Creative Writing   Aug 13, 2012  
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My First Love
To you my first love My life flows from you. Is out of you I came I wonder, but whatever I’m doing now I did within you. Your hunger was mine, When you were full I was joyful. Was from you I heard my first word I learnt from what…
By:  in  Writing and Speaking  >  Creative Writing   Jul 29, 2012  
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The Superstition
Wonder what they say I was If I did not start off this way. They say I was something invisible, Light enough to be blown by the wind. Wonder how I managed To become what I am today. Wonder what I was That I turned out so beautiful. Was I…
By:  in  Writing and Speaking  >  Creative Writing   Jul 09, 2012  
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You, A Life To Me
Life so beautiful, so complex Born so innocent, so defensive, With hands ready to punch And legs ready for life’s race. Given to beloved, at times not loved. Seedlings are sheltered But we are left to roam And fend for ourselves. As the sun rise, so do we With no…
By:  in  Writing and Speaking  >  Creative Writing   Apr 30, 2012  
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Colored Me
You have no idea how it feels To walk around with people watching you Pointing their fingers at you When you are in the streets The little chaos you will be pointed at The enforcers will like to ask you questions When you happen to be in chaos In their…
By:  in  Writing and Speaking  >  Creative Writing   Apr 03, 2012  
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Black Gold
Whoever thought in half a century I would stand in the crowd stripped of all I ever had? Whoever thought that the lips that sound victory songs would curse the day the news was told? My children’s faces were lit with joy and relief as the friend declared the news…
By:  in  Writing and Speaking  >  Creative Writing   Mar 21, 2012  
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Hit Man
   He was a true American gentleman; man of class. He was well built and a handsome fellow with broad shoulders. He had blonde hair to march his brown eyes with little gray in it. He was six feet eight inches tall in his early thirties. A man popular in…
By:  in  Writing and Speaking  >  Creative Writing   Oct 04, 2011  
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Breaking The Silence
   The day was not that warm and not that cold either. It was just another ordinary day; to him it was as casual as  the blue shirt he was wearing. That was what his job demanded; just muching a blue dress shirt with a black pant with a dress…
By:  in  Writing and Speaking  >  Creative Writing   Sep 30, 2011  
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