Rocky and Kayla... A Sorry Night!
The world is not as you make it to be, it holds far more than any mind can absorb, feelings, emotions and empathy reign deep within its unseen nature!
Rocky and Kayla were just too naive and filled with interest of what the world held. They wanted to explore unseen sights and to experiment the undone deeds.
It's 8pm..the party had just begun the bottles were consumed one after the other. The kush was passed from hand to hand and smoke from the hubbly inhaled from mouth to mouth. The party was in full swing when Dave, the principals son called on Rocky for company upstairs.
With her blurred vision and her convulsive motion Rocky half walked half stumbled toward her destination, in far more time than an average sober girl would. Dave was waiting upon her arrival, half naked with only boxers to lay claim to his body, his breathe was stale and when he spoke it was as ifa dead rat was rotting in the room he was. She knocked in a wobbly fashion that caught his ear, he walked over and opened the door!, THERE SHE WAS!
That goddess, a sight he would savior till the day of his death!
In her one shoulder top, mini skirt and pumps, she asked him...now that I'm here, what???...
The effect of the kush he had smoked kicked in, foolish courage came to him...
He grabbed her by the waist pulled her close...tried to inhale her sensual scents.. fragrances of lavender mixed with a pang of the intoxicating substance... Beer.
With a drunken essence he found her mouth and she tried her best to swallow his tongue, slowly but surely all clothes were shed and discarded...Their bodies were in close proximity and moving in a single sensual motion as if they were following a certain rhythm...
Dave knelt and towered above her...started fiddling with the "ROCKY" in his drunken nature he tossed it aside with no success...spread her legs and conquered her body... A taste of heaven is what it was to him!...
Meanwhile Kayla who was left downstairs, sandwiched by two guys was caught in the middle of a cross fire as bottles were broken and catapulted from side to side... Luck was not on her side... A bottle from one of the sides caught her straight in the eye..all this was happening while upstairs her best friend was humping away and reaching her orgasm with the guy she swore never to even kiss... Kayla's blood spurted in an ugly fashion..as to that of a horror movie!
That was 10th years ago.
Today Rocky has a fatherless child a product of teenage imperfections. Kayla has only one eye, the other she lost on that hell ridden night....
Krrrrr krrrrr #Alarm sounds#
OMG it was all just a dream realises Stephany, as she awakens yet for another boring day in her boarding school!
The end..
Hope ya enjoyed!
!
Friday, December 6, 2013
Monday, December 2, 2013
The hands of time have really had their toll on
Him, He was standing
with decreptitude visible on His skin, with
gray hair and that stern face. The Devils'
prodigy, the one that had ruined Martha's life,
It was "The monster" standing there; in front
of her
He raised his arms in a gesture for her to
come down, as if They were those that could
provide comfort, but from their end, Martha
knew no love. From the end of those hands
Martha knew only pain,, torture, humiliation
and the worst abuse there was to impose!
The blood began its mad rush inside Martha,
her knees were becoming week, her
consciousness was fading. After two years of
being out in the bitter cold, surfing rubbish
bins for food with no proper form of
sanitation, her only place of bathing was the
river on the other side of town, her
appearance had worsened so much that the
soles of her feet had developed cracks that
were identical to those earthquake-like splits
on the surface of her lips, her body odour
was a remarkable stench. Life had not ruined
her..
This man had.
He took a step close towards her direction
and hesitated as he saw her jerk, almost
falling over... A stifled cry-like mumble erupted
from his mouth.
'Please just listen to me' he said
with evident tears that seemed to be carving
fractures in his aged cheeks he started his
oration.
In life I have done the unthinkable , I reserved
to doing diabolical deeds that demoralized
you from within. I took away your chance of
ever having a proper life, stripped you of your
dignity and destroyed your pride. The things i
did were due to my alcohol addiction, I
choose to believe.
It took me quite some time to come to my
senses maybe it's because I got diagnosed
with this PROSTATE CANCER, this evil
consuming me from within, yes Martha, I have
less than a year in existence.
A tear dropped from his eye as he continued,
' As a man who is about to seize existing, I
have made peace with my maker, with that
burden lifted, my shoulders remained with
this heavy load. This hindrance...
You Martha!...
I owe you your living, I have wronged you
from the beginning I cannot find the words
to express my sincere apologies for nothing I
say now can turn back time, so we may start
over again. I AM SORRY. If ever you find it in
your heart to forgive me only then shall my
soul rest in piece' he concluded!
Martha stood there, aghast with flies
revolving around her whitewashed face, she
could not believe what she was hearing, her
solitude had taught her well and if He was
thinking of going back with her he could
forget it she thought!
As if he had read her mind he interrupted her
thoughts... No Martha I am not here to ask you to come with me. I came here today, to be the better man and repent for my wrongs and as for my son his mom came and took
him last year.. I couldn't raise a child on my
own.
Dusk had taken its toll on daylight and the
shadow of night was slowly creeping upon
earth. He took an envelope from the back pocket of
his trousers and reached out to hand it to
Martha who still stood at the edge wide-
eyed,"take " he repeated. Martha slowly took
the envelope. He turned and said "goodbye
Martha" as he walked back in the direction of
the broken sunset.
It took awhile for Martha to regain her
composure, with her filthy fingers she
opened the envelope and produced
documents. With the little reading she knew
she understood that the envelope contained a
will with her name as the legitimate heir to
HIS 2 MILLION dollar fortune and a deed with
a house that was registered to her name too,
the last item was what really caught her eye.
Her mothers' favourite silver vintage bracelet
she held it close as tears trickled from her
eyes. Martha moved away from the edge and
forced a smile.
God never forgets the forsaken she said out
loud. As Martha walks away from what was
supposed to be her death, she starts the WAIT
for the monsters' death and her ultimate
victory....
A BETTER LIFE
#THE END
Him, He was standing
with decreptitude visible on His skin, with
gray hair and that stern face. The Devils'
prodigy, the one that had ruined Martha's life,
It was "The monster" standing there; in front
of her
He raised his arms in a gesture for her to
come down, as if They were those that could
provide comfort, but from their end, Martha
knew no love. From the end of those hands
Martha knew only pain,, torture, humiliation
and the worst abuse there was to impose!
The blood began its mad rush inside Martha,
her knees were becoming week, her
consciousness was fading. After two years of
being out in the bitter cold, surfing rubbish
bins for food with no proper form of
sanitation, her only place of bathing was the
river on the other side of town, her
appearance had worsened so much that the
soles of her feet had developed cracks that
were identical to those earthquake-like splits
on the surface of her lips, her body odour
was a remarkable stench. Life had not ruined
her..
This man had.
He took a step close towards her direction
and hesitated as he saw her jerk, almost
falling over... A stifled cry-like mumble erupted
from his mouth.
'Please just listen to me' he said
with evident tears that seemed to be carving
fractures in his aged cheeks he started his
oration.
In life I have done the unthinkable , I reserved
to doing diabolical deeds that demoralized
you from within. I took away your chance of
ever having a proper life, stripped you of your
dignity and destroyed your pride. The things i
did were due to my alcohol addiction, I
choose to believe.
It took me quite some time to come to my
senses maybe it's because I got diagnosed
with this PROSTATE CANCER, this evil
consuming me from within, yes Martha, I have
less than a year in existence.
A tear dropped from his eye as he continued,
' As a man who is about to seize existing, I
have made peace with my maker, with that
burden lifted, my shoulders remained with
this heavy load. This hindrance...
You Martha!...
I owe you your living, I have wronged you
from the beginning I cannot find the words
to express my sincere apologies for nothing I
say now can turn back time, so we may start
over again. I AM SORRY. If ever you find it in
your heart to forgive me only then shall my
soul rest in piece' he concluded!
Martha stood there, aghast with flies
revolving around her whitewashed face, she
could not believe what she was hearing, her
solitude had taught her well and if He was
thinking of going back with her he could
forget it she thought!
As if he had read her mind he interrupted her
thoughts... No Martha I am not here to ask you to come with me. I came here today, to be the better man and repent for my wrongs and as for my son his mom came and took
him last year.. I couldn't raise a child on my
own.
Dusk had taken its toll on daylight and the
shadow of night was slowly creeping upon
earth. He took an envelope from the back pocket of
his trousers and reached out to hand it to
Martha who still stood at the edge wide-
eyed,"take " he repeated. Martha slowly took
the envelope. He turned and said "goodbye
Martha" as he walked back in the direction of
the broken sunset.
It took awhile for Martha to regain her
composure, with her filthy fingers she
opened the envelope and produced
documents. With the little reading she knew
she understood that the envelope contained a
will with her name as the legitimate heir to
HIS 2 MILLION dollar fortune and a deed with
a house that was registered to her name too,
the last item was what really caught her eye.
Her mothers' favourite silver vintage bracelet
she held it close as tears trickled from her
eyes. Martha moved away from the edge and
forced a smile.
God never forgets the forsaken she said out
loud. As Martha walks away from what was
supposed to be her death, she starts the WAIT
for the monsters' death and her ultimate
victory....
A BETTER LIFE
#THE END
Life's pains PART 1
Her name is Martha...
At the age of 10 her virginity was taken from
her involuntarily when she became a victim of
rape at her step fathers' hand.
By the age of 13 she dropped out of school
coz her Mom died of HIV and her step dad
kept her at home, to take care of the 4 year
old bastard son from the mistress who gave
the HIV that killed her mom to the step dad.
At such a tender age and with no relative to
go to in order to seek sanctuary, she
succumbed to the mental and physical abuse,
daily by the same man that caused her
mothers' death.
Today she is 18. When she was 16 she ran
away from 'The Monster' in search for a life
which didnt entail her wetting her pillow with
tears every evening when she was up till late
thinking of her mom!
Martha.. a full grown women with succulent
breasts and fine carved curves and edges in
tattered and torn, rags with filthy skin and
bloodshot eyes stands with disoriented fear
on the pinnacle edge of the 200 metre bridgeshe resides under. Purely with the aim of
solving the problems of her Fruitless Life, by
taking it...depriving it of it's earthly breathes,
she walks forward and looks down, she
thinks twice.. Immediately as those thoughts
came she made them fade away. She closes
her eyes and stepped forward again, one step
closer to death...
STOP!
She hears a voice echo...
Slowly she turns to see the stranger approach
furtively not far away. She takes another half
step back, closer to the edge.......!
Closer to death!
To be continued...
At the age of 10 her virginity was taken from
her involuntarily when she became a victim of
rape at her step fathers' hand.
By the age of 13 she dropped out of school
coz her Mom died of HIV and her step dad
kept her at home, to take care of the 4 year
old bastard son from the mistress who gave
the HIV that killed her mom to the step dad.
At such a tender age and with no relative to
go to in order to seek sanctuary, she
succumbed to the mental and physical abuse,
daily by the same man that caused her
mothers' death.
Today she is 18. When she was 16 she ran
away from 'The Monster' in search for a life
which didnt entail her wetting her pillow with
tears every evening when she was up till late
thinking of her mom!
Martha.. a full grown women with succulent
breasts and fine carved curves and edges in
tattered and torn, rags with filthy skin and
bloodshot eyes stands with disoriented fear
on the pinnacle edge of the 200 metre bridgeshe resides under. Purely with the aim of
solving the problems of her Fruitless Life, by
taking it...depriving it of it's earthly breathes,
she walks forward and looks down, she
thinks twice.. Immediately as those thoughts
came she made them fade away. She closes
her eyes and stepped forward again, one step
closer to death...
STOP!
She hears a voice echo...
Slowly she turns to see the stranger approach
furtively not far away. She takes another half
step back, closer to the edge.......!
Closer to death!
To be continued...
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Misconceptions!
There's no sincerity in his voice as he tell yo '' I LOVE YOU''
Yet you are paddazzaled so much that you fail to pull the strings of the puppets that reign over you emotions......
YOU FALL...DEEPLY..
Obliterate to the fact that you are the type of person that gives meaning to the word ''EASYPIECE''
Its such a pity...
I empathize with you.
In the near future a close friend will be picking up pieces of you crestfallen heart!
Yet you are paddazzaled so much that you fail to pull the strings of the puppets that reign over you emotions......
YOU FALL...DEEPLY..
Obliterate to the fact that you are the type of person that gives meaning to the word ''EASYPIECE''
Its such a pity...
I empathize with you.
In the near future a close friend will be picking up pieces of you crestfallen heart!
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
The passion killer
..He climbs on the little stool and puts the rope
around
his neck, mixed emtions run through him, the
fear of
pain and desperation to end his life....
It would not have been
like this, but its all because of her.....Martha
Their relationship was rock solid and many
people envied
them.
He thought that Martha loved him as much as
he loved
her too...
How wrong he was!.
He bought her an expensive car, a mansion fit
for a
queen....
Always gave her money for what she wanted
and credit cards to fill her luxurious desire for
styllsh pricey imported
clothes and designer shoes,...
last but not least the 27 carat diamond
engagement ring that would seal the deal....
Make her forever his in due time...
Today upon arrival from work he finds her in
bed...intertwin ed between moans of
pleasure as they stroke one another with
his besrfriend 'THE BEST MAN TO BE'
His perfect word stumbles to dust at that
exact moment...his heart is shattered into
thousands of intagible pieces...
Without much thought and scrutiny of the
situation, he pulls out his ancient revolver,
between curses and tears...
Aims at his bestfriends face & fires
twice....
Darkness overwhelms!
He turns the gun into her direction it is now
HER turn, she cries and pleads for mercy but
that all
falls upon deaf ears.. Only flashes of the
despicable activity that he just witnessed
moments ago engulfed his mind and
catalysed his rage..
He fires at her body...bullet after bullet until no
more
bullets remain..only the fadin echo of
gunshots..could be heard..
It's not a pretty scene...bedshee ts crimson
fluids, brain mattter and two dead bodies are
what remain...
His thoughts are perennial.. With nothing
more to live for and fear of the constitutions
justice
His ultimatum is the
decision to join the dead.
Thts how he came to this point! He kicks the
little
stool..
Its suffocating,
torture yet it does not last..
After a couple of minutes... He hangs limp &
motionless from
the garage roof..
DEAD!
...
around
his neck, mixed emtions run through him, the
fear of
pain and desperation to end his life....
It would not have been
like this, but its all because of her.....Martha
Their relationship was rock solid and many
people envied
them.
He thought that Martha loved him as much as
he loved
her too...
How wrong he was!.
He bought her an expensive car, a mansion fit
for a
queen....
Always gave her money for what she wanted
and credit cards to fill her luxurious desire for
styllsh pricey imported
clothes and designer shoes,...
last but not least the 27 carat diamond
engagement ring that would seal the deal....
Make her forever his in due time...
Today upon arrival from work he finds her in
bed...intertwin ed between moans of
pleasure as they stroke one another with
his besrfriend 'THE BEST MAN TO BE'
His perfect word stumbles to dust at that
exact moment...his heart is shattered into
thousands of intagible pieces...
Without much thought and scrutiny of the
situation, he pulls out his ancient revolver,
between curses and tears...
Aims at his bestfriends face & fires
twice....
Darkness overwhelms!
He turns the gun into her direction it is now
HER turn, she cries and pleads for mercy but
that all
falls upon deaf ears.. Only flashes of the
despicable activity that he just witnessed
moments ago engulfed his mind and
catalysed his rage..
He fires at her body...bullet after bullet until no
more
bullets remain..only the fadin echo of
gunshots..could be heard..
It's not a pretty scene...bedshee ts crimson
fluids, brain mattter and two dead bodies are
what remain...
His thoughts are perennial.. With nothing
more to live for and fear of the constitutions
justice
His ultimatum is the
decision to join the dead.
Thts how he came to this point! He kicks the
little
stool..
Its suffocating,
torture yet it does not last..
After a couple of minutes... He hangs limp &
motionless from
the garage roof..
DEAD!
...
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
INFINITE AFFLICTIONS
She laughs in guffows today, as if she craddles the weight of the world within
the palm of her hand.
fabricated Euphoria,light laughs and easy words are what she catapults from within her being.
Significations to dumbfound believers that she is happy, yet the land within her heart knows different
It knows only peril, suffering...
There is no bright light
NO HAPPY ENDING
IT'S ALL MAKE BELIEVE HAPPINESS
the palm of her hand.
fabricated Euphoria,light laughs and easy words are what she catapults from within her being.
Significations to dumbfound believers that she is happy, yet the land within her heart knows different
It knows only peril, suffering...
There is no bright light
NO HAPPY ENDING
IT'S ALL MAKE BELIEVE HAPPINESS
Sunday, July 14, 2013
*Today's Failure, Tomorrow's Lesson*
Mistakes of today are lessons of tomorrow
If I've wronged today hopefully tomorrow I'll be aware of what troubles await my decisions.
Even though I lose today and all my quests emerge fruitless...
I will let them manifest and create a platform to broadcast all my errs so I may take on the ability to alter what's negative and turn it into what's positive
*GREATNESS*
Coming to terms with one's mistakes is one way to see that you have grown into a being that thinks out of the box, no prejudice, no concealment, no grudges, no nothing...
Only the ability to scrutinize a problem from a different angle every time...
To play devils advocate in whatever situation confronted with...
To be open minded and true to oneself, for not every beating heart within your social circle trusts you 100 percent to tell you of...
Their darkest deeds
Their deepest fears
Their greatest desires...
*NO*
For these are elements known to those who trust with no pint of doubt...
Now the question is...
Can you trusted rather than
Can you trust...
For one should always open thy doors first inside to try turning stones in another persons life...
Just like to be truly graceful and happy
Your heart should be content with the situation presented!
WHAT SORCERY IS THIS???
You are of who I dream in my sleep
You are the admired vision of my eye
You are the cause of a smile on my face
You are the angel in all my prayers and the everlasting light of my life..
*OR SO I THINK*
Is the dream in my sleep not a disguised nightmare...
Is the vision of my eye no mere optical illusion...
Ain't the smile on my face a forced fabrication...
Does the beat of my heart not signify the fear of being left..
Are you the angel who shall answer to my prayers when I need the answers least...
Are you the light or a mere reflection of other people's perfection.
All these questions have no answers *YET*
Father time shall unveil all that lies ahead soon
No secrets shall be kept
No memories hidden
No feelings concealed
Yes I long for that day..
When we shall see eye to eye...
When we shall decide who is door for the other or vice versa to the statement broadcasted..
Shall you leave me..
Forsake me..
Break what you stole and
Make it a masterpiece of shattered sediments
Or maybe not
Maybe you'll make me the centre of your life
Too many maybe's... So now I wait and see what the the future unfolds as it comes to be!
You are the admired vision of my eye
You are the cause of a smile on my face
You are the angel in all my prayers and the everlasting light of my life..
*OR SO I THINK*
Is the dream in my sleep not a disguised nightmare...
Is the vision of my eye no mere optical illusion...
Ain't the smile on my face a forced fabrication...
Does the beat of my heart not signify the fear of being left..
Are you the angel who shall answer to my prayers when I need the answers least...
Are you the light or a mere reflection of other people's perfection.
All these questions have no answers *YET*
Father time shall unveil all that lies ahead soon
No secrets shall be kept
No memories hidden
No feelings concealed
Yes I long for that day..
When we shall see eye to eye...
When we shall decide who is door for the other or vice versa to the statement broadcasted..
Shall you leave me..
Forsake me..
Break what you stole and
Make it a masterpiece of shattered sediments
Or maybe not
Maybe you'll make me the centre of your life
Too many maybe's... So now I wait and see what the the future unfolds as it comes to be!
BrOkEn HeArTs DoNt LaSt!!!!
There comes a
time in one's life when the euphoria caused by the link to another persons'
heart blinds our vision, to see the truth , to conclude the facts.
When one believes that the other is as faithful and trustworthy as thy is...
Never to think that, that specific person is just another wolf in sheep's clothing...
They tell you they love you to keep you on their leases but the questions to ask are simple and rhetoric...
The '' do you love me!'' you throw their way is answered with a dirty fabricated meaningless ''yes'' and an additional ''more than anything in this world'' to keep you from wandering from the place they have put you in their lives...
By their side,
too bad you aren't the only one there..
But this never crosses your mind because you're apparently inlove
*PFFF* does *LOVE* even exist ....
Teenagers don't love...
They infatuate,
Some so much until the truth smacks them right across the face...
Then you crumble to dust, for you never thought of your partner from the cheating perspective...
You thought you were alone.
Too bad you were wrong...you were just an option in a List of many other broken hearted people..
But yeah
Don't worry yourself too much..
Every wound heals..
Even *BROKEN HEARTS DON'T LAST*.
When one believes that the other is as faithful and trustworthy as thy is...
Never to think that, that specific person is just another wolf in sheep's clothing...
They tell you they love you to keep you on their leases but the questions to ask are simple and rhetoric...
The '' do you love me!'' you throw their way is answered with a dirty fabricated meaningless ''yes'' and an additional ''more than anything in this world'' to keep you from wandering from the place they have put you in their lives...
By their side,
too bad you aren't the only one there..
But this never crosses your mind because you're apparently inlove
*PFFF* does *LOVE* even exist ....
Teenagers don't love...
They infatuate,
Some so much until the truth smacks them right across the face...
Then you crumble to dust, for you never thought of your partner from the cheating perspective...
You thought you were alone.
Too bad you were wrong...you were just an option in a List of many other broken hearted people..
But yeah
Don't worry yourself too much..
Every wound heals..
Even *BROKEN HEARTS DON'T LAST*.
BLIND HOPE...
Some words can
never be spoken of.
Some feelings can never be expressed
melancholical statements can never be written.
Questions, heartbreaking, can never be asked.
So much that can't be done,
but as for what we can do...
We can choose to love with no other emotions...
We can tell the truth with no stone left unturned...
We can lie so well that our compulsive lies turn to our own forms of truth...
We can choose to leave and never turn back...
We can choose to stay and never go away...
Whatever we do shall have a response...
Be it..
Voluntarily or involuntarily...
We shall feel it...
For usually it hurts us deep
Shatters our hearts
Damages our states of mind and causes illness to our healths.
For the heartless it's one of the many experiences caused by emotions never felt...
For the soft hearted it's a rainy day, thundered, imperialised by dark clouds and endless storms but whatever you take it to be...
Know that it can't rain forever
someday the sun will shine...
The birds will chirp
The sky will be blue once again...
Nature shall bloom and
You of all people shall be happy once more!
Some feelings can never be expressed
melancholical statements can never be written.
Questions, heartbreaking, can never be asked.
So much that can't be done,
but as for what we can do...
We can choose to love with no other emotions...
We can tell the truth with no stone left unturned...
We can lie so well that our compulsive lies turn to our own forms of truth...
We can choose to leave and never turn back...
We can choose to stay and never go away...
Whatever we do shall have a response...
Be it..
Voluntarily or involuntarily...
We shall feel it...
For usually it hurts us deep
Shatters our hearts
Damages our states of mind and causes illness to our healths.
For the heartless it's one of the many experiences caused by emotions never felt...
For the soft hearted it's a rainy day, thundered, imperialised by dark clouds and endless storms but whatever you take it to be...
Know that it can't rain forever
someday the sun will shine...
The birds will chirp
The sky will be blue once again...
Nature shall bloom and
You of all people shall be happy once more!
TODAY.... THE DAY THAT IS!!!
Today is the day
after yesterday, that acted as tommorow for the previous day.
The day unto which many fantasies were build
The day we're currently living,
Brought forth by the element of time and expressed by the pure reality of life
hmm...
We cross our fingers and hope *TODAY* brings us nothing else but luck and good things to come,
maybe to create memories that will be carved in other peoples hearts for eternity...
Not to be remembered as days that were dark and gloomy.
These that caused heavy hearts due to the exchange of ear shattering vocal transactions made at moments of emotional instability... Only due to the mere fact that the brakes to moral thinking were applied and so the cannon was set loose and the curses freed.
So much that they made our knees shake and our bodies shiver deep within our skins...
Nope..
Nobody wants this
Unless you're a breed of pure evil and you're diabolic to the core.
We want days that bring joy to the organ that gives life, days that will forever be written in our lives books
Days to tell tales about, days to remenisce and think out loud
What ever way we do this in.
These days should always bring us happiness
No matter where
No matter how!
The day unto which many fantasies were build
The day we're currently living,
Brought forth by the element of time and expressed by the pure reality of life
hmm...
We cross our fingers and hope *TODAY* brings us nothing else but luck and good things to come,
maybe to create memories that will be carved in other peoples hearts for eternity...
Not to be remembered as days that were dark and gloomy.
These that caused heavy hearts due to the exchange of ear shattering vocal transactions made at moments of emotional instability... Only due to the mere fact that the brakes to moral thinking were applied and so the cannon was set loose and the curses freed.
So much that they made our knees shake and our bodies shiver deep within our skins...
Nope..
Nobody wants this
Unless you're a breed of pure evil and you're diabolic to the core.
We want days that bring joy to the organ that gives life, days that will forever be written in our lives books
Days to tell tales about, days to remenisce and think out loud
What ever way we do this in.
These days should always bring us happiness
No matter where
No matter how!
Monday, July 8, 2013
Sunday, July 7, 2013
WrOnG nAtUrE!!
Blessed with the ability to observe.
Countless women I don't deserve
I pay them heed but they do not care
I wish to touch but can only stare
The one with the magnificent personality..
She lacks the looks of a beauty QUEEN
She cares too little bout how she looks
and solemnly dissolves herself in her books
Out rightly good but inside she's possessed
By love and emotions of guilty pleasures
A sorry fate awaits this girl!
That pretty chick, she has no heart,
A cute face with a mind of a retard...
Annoying, hot and seemingly selfish
Her eyes are hypnotizing... internally devilish
She thinks she's too good for any man
A wrong perception...she needs ##
yet no amount of eloquence can make her comprehend that matters of the heart are as fragile as an egg in a baby's hand
#LETTER TO AN ENIGMA#
Dear You
I look at you without a clue On what to say and what to do
I always think of what to say but when
I come close,
I get tongue tied
The life you live
I cant decipher
The thoughts you wonder
I can't imagine
So much I wud give just for a moment...
To open the doors within your thinking...
To see if I too, am in your thoughts
As you in mine
All of the time.
I know at the end I'll bound up hurt
Because of what we shared
After we met
To you..its nothin BUT to someone like me...
It is something I wish never to forget.
The twinkle in your eyes and the gold in your touch
are memories that remain
Never to be forgotten, ever again!
Thursday, June 27, 2013
A CROOKED WORLD
Hmmm..
Here we are, praying 4 the mercy of a MAN known only in our perils but forgotten in times of great euphoria.
We rarely consider that our lion share of happiness is the cause of HIM pulling the strings of our life's puppets.
We cry, weep, and hope for his commiseration at times when all our days have been clouded by dust, for we know that HE is the only one to cause change, or trigger actions to lighten our hearts griefs.
sigh but do we think of how many times we abscond from our religious obligations nor how little time we spend reading and conversing about the Holy Book,we have deemed matters of this physical world more important than anything else, forgotten the teachings of the Bible, turned a blind eye to the examples ethical pastors and priests set.
What has the third world come to?
Where most elites and the privilaged are eloquently in league with the devil.... Of this we know yet we ignore but do we think of how much it hurts the man above to slowly but surely sign our own death certificates via the sin we commit and faith we lack!
Here we are, praying 4 the mercy of a MAN known only in our perils but forgotten in times of great euphoria.
We rarely consider that our lion share of happiness is the cause of HIM pulling the strings of our life's puppets.
We cry, weep, and hope for his commiseration at times when all our days have been clouded by dust, for we know that HE is the only one to cause change, or trigger actions to lighten our hearts griefs.
sigh but do we think of how many times we abscond from our religious obligations nor how little time we spend reading and conversing about the Holy Book,we have deemed matters of this physical world more important than anything else, forgotten the teachings of the Bible, turned a blind eye to the examples ethical pastors and priests set.
What has the third world come to?
Where most elites and the privilaged are eloquently in league with the devil.... Of this we know yet we ignore but do we think of how much it hurts the man above to slowly but surely sign our own death certificates via the sin we commit and faith we lack!
in the begining
Ab initio ive wanted a platform to broadcast my thoughts on and now here i am on this information mogul tryna gain credibility and become a person of substance...its a little drop in the ocean bit keep in mind 1 drop makes the ocean rise higher!
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