I have always wanted to write about you Tonight I think I'll come up with two Two reasons to why I wake up Two reasons that bring me back The first has to be those eyes To wake and be bathed in their glory The last has to be that skin To sleep after touching… Continue reading TWO REASONS
Do you know what I think about? As an introverted insomniac? Sometimes I myself can't tell But the few times I have I still thought of being alone Of food, deliciously tasty Of strangers that will become friends And friends that are now strangers I build so many castles in the air Disney should hire… Continue reading PLETHORIC THOUGHTS
We were given an anecdote in class today. The lecturer told us of a typical family that is served food everyday by the same house help. One evening, the said house help purposely poisoned the family's supper, and everyone got sick and was rushed to hospital. Luckily, the effects were not severe and they all… Continue reading A Poisoned Family
There is this piece, by Samuel Schudder. “Take This Fish And Look At It”. I read it in class last semester and it did seem farmiliar, but I just could not place it. A few days ago, however, before I wrote “Looking At The Drapes” I remembered where I had first seen it. I was… Continue reading SCHUDDER’S LESSON
Hello Jesse I am going to phrase my disappointment in as few words as possible. I am amazed with you. I would never have thought that you could sink to levels of being that petty. Yes, I know I was not the best or easiest person to be with, but considering you professed your love… Continue reading JULIA’S LETTER 003
My one time Queen, allow me to say Hi from down here, in the lands of beggars and prisoners of love. I’m sorry this letter will not be friendly and sweet of me as you’ve always imagined. May I also warn you that you take a better position if you must read it. And if you think you can’t bear the truth, please turn the leaf and lets start a new life.
There’s one thing I should have told you before: in my house, I decided to build an extra cabinet, not for books and files but your thousand letters. I have even named it, “Julia”, because you are not fiction, or science, or a novel to me, but a lesson and a subject to learn on what love is. I didn’t want to tell you that I store your letters and that I have read all. If I had…
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I'm looking at the drapes So thick and full of life Do they also have hopes? Even as they block out the light? Do they know what beauty they block out? Like a layer used to paint the face. Do they realize they are just but a barrier? And inside is a cage of rage… Continue reading LOOKING AT THE DRAPES
I'm standing here, wishing to a higher power that I had not heard those words uttered in the room I am in. I send a silent prayer to whoever is listening. I need the ringing in my ears to stop. My sight blurs. Did this piece just say she is pregnant? That she has my… Continue reading She’s Having His Baby..?
Ever connected with someone at a level so deep, you know you can never dig yourself out even if you tried? And not with just anyone. Not a person you have grown up with, or a school mate you we're forced to interact with. I'm talking of an eruption of friendship and closeness with a… Continue reading UNDENIABLE
Continued from “Then I Was Knocking”
I know I have sinned, not to God this time, but to my best, to my trustee. I had not planned for this though. But the blood in me speeds up my motive of going after someone. I feel like I should have grabbed her when she hugged me, and then explain everything that had happened. This is sin to the woman my heart leaps and sweats for. And I am crying inside because hell is burning in me.
Since we promised each other our heaven on earth, I had not thought of cheating on my wife, leave that: I had never seen my woman get this mad, with her always white globes, now turning red and misty. Our experience in love made us feel much comfortable despite our small differences of what we would eat or cook for dinner. Today, I stand, difficult to move, like a dumb mad…
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