Biography of Feyisayo Anjorin
His short story ''The Depressing Command'' was published in the June 2011 edition of the UK literary magazine Litro.
Born In Akure in 1983, Feyisayo was educated at Damelin College in Bramley, Johannesburg; and The South African School of Motion Picture Medium and Live Performance in Auckland Park, Johannesburg(AFDA Johannesburg) .
He specialises in fiction writing.
Feyisayo Anjorin Poems
We sit and ponder on the dangers that lurk in this field of greens, We carved the mountains and hills and searched for lovely stones; We swim with sharks; swords, shields and spears for our dreams; Living stones are better than lovely bones.
Suffering And Smiling
We feast on our decadence with a smile, well packaged dirt leads a pack of dirt, wisdom marvels at a begger's gold mine, this dirt is meant to be dirty till death.
Chronicles Of A Mortal
He was born to live, left in time and space; Born to shine like a mirror in the sunlight, He was born for diamonds and spades, Born to glow like full moon through the nights,
The Fruit And The Seed
When I go down to the soil, And the world turns its lights from me, And they wine and dine as I bear my cross, Who wants to savour the taste of dust?
Past sunsets as chains and anchors Past sunsets as beauties of love’s connection Hope as gold from a furnace Hope as dragons of the east
My Golden Secret
If you have a hold on my breath, The keys to life and death, If there's an egg that holds my breath, And you hold it and stand on an edge,
A breed that looks for gold on the surface, Knowing nothing of gold's need for the furnace; Minds longing for the shinning treasure, But chained by the pull of pleasures.
That Word On Your Mind
It has a power greater than the forces of nature, It's a shared desire, It pierces the heart without hurting, Its one word.
What Never Works, But Always Tried
I tried to eat with my sore tooth I tried to walk with my broken foot I chose to ignore the writings of the book I tried to live without my roots
The Weight Of Waiting
The wise wait a little longer Even if haste presses hard like hunger The foolish stare and wonder Why should one wait despite the hunger?
Do You Have A Voice?
A light flashes through the dark night sky The following sound seems to shake your world The event and the following moment Fills you with awe
On This Path
A pathway to death, A certain way to hell. But you dance with glee, And watch your star go dim.
We Walk These Ways
The wide road, The broad path, Plated with gold, Attractive from birth.
I Will Remember
You remind me of so many impossibilities, Like holding to the air with the hands, Like blocking the sun’s light with human hands, Like reading the future’s flow in the hands.
My God And My Girl(Ii)
You kept me from painting the streets' pavement
With the red paint look-alike that you made
You kept me from panting and craving for the pleasures that would fade
You kept my most precious treasure from me
Till you could trust my strength to handle her with the necessary care.
You remain in a state too far for my circumstances to threaten
just like all you made and gave life.
I take in the cool or warm air you gave freely to keep me smiling