I want to hold your hand and break your bones Hug you and squeeze your soul out Look deep in your eyes as you collapse to the floor And when the red pool spreads I will be the first to drown in it. No one taught me any better Look at me, I’m a rubble… Continue reading My Affection
When my brother got Lady Gaga’s Joanne instead of another album I had in mind I was a bit disappointed. His reason was simple, he’d heard people didn’t like this album very much so he wanted to check it out and decide for himself. I have always liked some Lady Gaga to be honest, but… Continue reading And Then I Met Joanne
It come from behind and covered “if you can sell it , then you should If you can pimp her out, then you should” It said. Knife to throat, I made the deal. “I never thought I would break bread with you. I never thought I’d be here in the dumps. Disgusted with myself. I… Continue reading Relentless
As long as I can remember South Africa has always been a country simmering with unrest. Protests turning violent in South Africa is nothing new, in fact they became so frequent and volatile that in 2008 professor Mike Hough, University of Pretoria, published a paper in the South African Journal of Military Studies accessing the… Continue reading South Africa’s Violent Protests
She clung on the edge of the chasm, put out her hand and cried, “Help me.” I answered, “Oh, now you acknowledge my existence?” I think you know how it ended. You would have done same in my shoes.
“It’s not the moment you open your eyes and find your world in disarray. The world is always in a state of chaos,” the old man said, his beady eyes glistening in the campfire light. “It is the moment you close your eyes. Because no one knows what lies at the depths of darkness. No… Continue reading A Familiar Tale
“Oh, love doesn’t exist. It’s just something people say when they want get in your pants. Something people say to control you and keep you as insurance,” she said, elbow rested on the table and palm cradling her face. “Love is the delirium of a heart that fears to be alone, because being alone is… Continue reading Rusting With the Wasteland