Is it something I said? Did I offend you in anyway? Why don’t you reach out to me anymore? Did I mischaracterise you? Did I put too much out there about my perception of us…did I offend you? Did I expose us and the intricacies of our intimacy and you saw that as betrayal? YourContinue reading “My muse doesn’t speak to me anymore…”
Jo Dear sweet, foolish Jo, What has become of you? You say you love yourself yet you can’t help but galavant the streets with him; Is it the way he disrespects you that turns you on, makes you spread your legs faster than you could ever spell your name? What is it about the catcallsContinue reading “Jo,”
…”how can I explain it to you, Chem? How can I make you understand?”… And as usual, in his metaphoric way, he went on. “It’s like I’m in a crowd, a crowd of people dressed the same way and I am the only one looking ridiculous. Looking odd and stand out in the most weirdContinue reading “Me”
For the longest time, I’ve scathed and crawled and writhed and scratched, trying to find the answers. I seek them out so vehemently to no avail in other places , for I know where they lie and I would rather die than tread close; For the longest, longest time, I’ve asked myself the same questions,Continue reading “The boy in the darkness.”
I always get a common question on my birthday; ‘how does it feel to be a year older?’ :Ohh, you’ve added plus one to your name, do you feel older, wiser?’ I try be as cordial as I can when I use so many meaningless words to say no. No, because I feel the exactContinue reading
He always knew you would be the same; all he had to do was lay the script out on the table and watch you play yourself right into the palm of his hand like clock work; it was there in broad daylight but you couldn’t see; You were too busy loving the reflection that staredContinue reading
Do you ever know when to stop? When to hold yourself together to spare you the after math of having to deal with the fact that you have no control? How can you afford to crack a smile when you dance so close to the edge of your grave?
Patch yourself up Mikah, for when time stops ticking, you will self destruct and you won’t be alone in the peril.
Her screams are ignored, every single waking moment ; every single hour of the night, by all those present; Her life is made up of white padded walls and floors, just to ensure she won’t scratch through the floor; Her long, long wild curls are a symbol of her danger and power they and sheContinue reading “Behind the unseen”
He whispered to her darkness and she embraced him; he said exactly what she wanted to hear; She related to his brokeness; bonded him to the wounds they shared to keep him wrapped in the comfort of his own undoing; He made love to her pain; With each stroke she reveled in her insanity, delvingContinue reading “The catalyst for an eternity of never knowing what you could have been:”