Octavious Grandison

A young African American sci-fantasy writer. Writing novels and scripts- and apparently poems.

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Octavious Grandison

A young African American sci-fantasy writer. Writing novels and scripts- and apparently poems.

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As It Shouldn’t Be

Octavious Grandison

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Warmth in the ice

Chills in the fire

The ice steals the life

The fire burns the nerves

Which is less painful?

Which end is better to meet?

Air in the sky

Water in the sea

Equipment fails and fall damage is on

Equipment fails and the pressure increases

Who is at fault?

Who made these things?

Selfishness in power

Vulnerable in kindness

The powerful oppress the unpowerful

The kind are taken adv...

Poetry

Hero to Villain

Octavious Grandison

1 min read

They say forgiveness is a virtue, but I’d rather keep my anger.

It was having sympathy that put me in this present danger.

I was taught to show love to everyone, including strangers.

And to help those in need, do society a favor.

But what have I gained from it; where's my reward, society?

Why is it that when I help others they all throw stones at me?

What crimes have I committed against you? On t...

Poetry

In The Golden Night

Octavious Grandison

1 min read

Gold is more than a precious metal

It’s a feeling, the one when the dust settles

And the victory is yours

It’s relief that you’ve won, and the battle is done

It’s an emotion of wonder

That comes when you discover

A treasure, physical or other

Gold is a color

Unlike any other

One of prestige and of merit to behold

The best of the best

Is what it represents

In any form, hot liquid or hard and ...

Poetry

Antonyms Of Life

Octavious Grandison

1 min read

With night comes the darkness

But also the stars

We’ve no concept of light

If it weren’t for the dark

It because we’ve seen hate

We know love from the heart

The only ones who know what’s whole

Are those who know what’s broken apart

You cant grow a plant

Without burying a seed

And some diseases can’t be healed

Unless you first bleed

We wouldn’t know color

If there were not black and white

We wou...

Poetry