The flashes of lights and the raised voices of the crowd, They will drown her out, her voice cannot match her sound, Talk over her, they know all about her;
Standing there watching the brown water gush violently under the bridge, from which he was standing 30 meters away Jacob felt like crying. All that blood, and literal sweat, just to get stuck here? Oh for fuck’s sake.
“Can you hurry it up, you sloth. They want to close up.” “I’m coming! Why is it that you don’t give others the same courtesy when they’re waiting for you?” Sam asked as she shoved her half-closed laptop into her bag. “Because I don’t take half an hour to wait for like you do?” Jacob … More Rebel
A lot of things are opinion. Subjective. There was a time when a big ol’ line separated facts and feelings. And it was as clear as the neo-colonialism bondage into which Africa is entering with China, where one stopped and the other started. That line’s gotten so blurred and grey, people don’t really differentiate anymore. … More Sometimes It Is What you don’t Have.
Sigh, and sit on the seat nearest the door, The cold breeze will help the bad air, you to ignore, Folk around you will let you open that window but once, no more, Thereinafter hot breaths and body odour will mingle together so you can feast on the gore, Hold your collar to your nose, … More Inside a Public Bus.
Liv started from sleep with a grunt as the loud alarm clock let out a shrill beep three times showing five am on the screen. She reached across and pressed snooze. Turning over, she stretched within the delicious warmth of her covers, stilling a bit as sleep seeped into her senses again. She sat up … More Toddlers, Bis and Midgets.
In a coming storm, there is little in the way of shelter, In an angry sea, there is little to hold on to, In the middle of an accident, nearly all will pelter On a raging horse, do you know what to do? The daunting expanse of unconquered land wants to make a fool out … More Loose floors and shining Eyes.
I’ve always wanted to start a writing and make it feel like how the Hungarian Rhapsody 2 sounds. Dramatic, and kingly, yet seductive as it continues. Reflective as it passes the threshold of your brain. Telling you sweet little stories of gay adventures and the part their mistresses played. And what satisfying, happy endings they … More Poodles and Boobs
Like most places, I think I’ve come to believe, you have to be there to experience it. Like nothing really authentically describes how it was, or how you felt, being there at that time. It’s like touching air or feeling your heart racing in there. I’m coming off sounding like I was just … More Highlands and Slutty Crickets
I know of a fire, I know of a life I know of a stirring, flooded through with light I know of a weapon forged beyond question of might I know of a will irrevocable with the stillness of MidNight I know of things that form the roots in a forest without trees I know … More You Know Who You Are