Zenith of all realities

It exists, this reality of riding on the back of a motorbike with someone intangible weaved of fabricated thoughts existing in the realm of dandelion puffs a belief that this is eternity that the purpose of life itself has been catered around simply holding you in my arms and that life is now complete there’sContinue reading “Zenith of all realities”

Moment of reflection

Moving on: In moments of conflict, we revert back to our roots for solace with our roots assumed to be our cultures but our true root is that we’re all animals Hanging on: An ocean of hope incense looming through time wrapped in dear memories so distant

At times like these

At times like these, I wonder what they went through believe it or not, in World War Two. It reminds me of a book by a Russian-American author who writes about a girl having regular girl conflicts amid warn torn Russia. I never finished it; not much of a reader. It was suggested by aContinue reading “At times like these”

Noticing you

I’ve loved you from the first time that I noticed you I’ve even blocked my mind from the line of chicks that are after you if this delusion’s alright then why’d we want it any other way if you wouldn’t mind then I’d see you just from faraway and if you catch me I wouldn’tContinue reading “Noticing you”

First time noticing quietness

I’m walking around in my room… maybe I’ve been in a cage, since the early 90s maybe it’s stayed quiet since that night in March when I first discovered quietness it wasn’t smothering at first; it was curious indeed that’s what happens to someone who comes from the hustle and bustle of the east, thenContinue reading “First time noticing quietness”

Thoughts of breaking up from a long term relationship, and a goat slaughter

The taste of death feels close to the tongue; you sort of don’t care about anything anymore. You visualize your worst nightmare; the thought of being an old single lady who’s lonely as hell, and it doesn’t even feel that nightmarish anymore. What’s worse? Someone asks. Losing your pride or to die lonely? But ifContinue reading “Thoughts of breaking up from a long term relationship, and a goat slaughter”

The land of opportunity

The world’s a dreadful place, she thinks. Everybody’s dying so might as well be dying while looking cool. She draws her cigarette in deeply as she looks at herself in the mirror in a state of daze. She puts on heavy dark lipstick and smacks her matte lips together. She slathers her eyes with heavyContinue reading “The land of opportunity”

Billy Collins — The Vale of Soul-Making

Taking Off Emily Dickinson’s Clothes First, her tippet made of tulle, easily lifted off her shoulders and laid on the back of a wooden chair. And her bonnet, the bow undone with a light forward pull. Then the long white dress, a more complicated matter with mother-of-pearl buttons down the back, so tiny and numerous […]Continue reading “Billy Collins — The Vale of Soul-Making”