Yesterdays’ gone. Today is here. Whilst tomorrow waits for the desperate souls tapping to their subconscious, solicitously to unleash a memory once lost. Such he is. Basking on the fluorescent light in his apartment, makes him appear more jaded than he actually is. It’s the closest thing he has to sunlight. Been days. Being stuck … Continue reading STUPORS’ PARADISE
Source: ACT OF DECEPTION
Excuse me! Can I borrow your pen? Mine has hit writers block. I hear yours has its ink overflowing. Is it free? Can you lend me? I promise I'll give it back when am done writing. Or maybe. You can assist me write a tale. Can you? Yes! I knew you wouldn't say no. … Continue reading ACT OF DECEPTION
The first time we kissed there was no rainbow neither the feel of butterflies dancing in my stomach. There was no music: nor golden specks of sun rays in the morning as it perched through dew. The beaconing of hope and flicker of desires of what was yet to be, burnt vehemently in our eyes; yet still remained elusive. But the angst, the blood rush in my veins as our senses heightened, drove us to a distant world. A world broader than ourselves. Where, like waterlily on shores we could float. Lest we forgot to close our eyes.
There was silence. Nothing new. But the rhythm of our lips as they munched against one another in soft abrassion. The tasteless taste of saliva as they exchanged greetings in a two way traffic along a busy street; Was accompanied by the natural scent of animals breathing ghastly; the sweat that formed…
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Source: FORGOTTEN WORLD
The Decoys in the other side of town & The Morning After!!! “The city lights shine so bright, but no matter how bright, we still find ourselves trapped in the comfort of alluring darkne… Source: ©Heart_Art_Poetics Presents,
Is eulogizing one when they're still alive death wish When we live in a war zone Where women sire sons to be crucified by nozzles of guns for all they'll ever spit are nothing but bullets tongues brazed by raging fire they breathe When the weight of a gun is more familiar than the feel … Continue reading PRICE OF ATONEMENT by Jante_Joy
CASE NO: 001 Somewhere in Kisumu, inside the slums of Manyatta at around 8:00pm, I hear a frail knock on my single room “empire apartment”. I had a long day at work (internship) and I just got home. I was hesitant to open the door for I was oblivious to the nature of the matter … Continue reading UNJUST SOCIETY
