Losing My Vision

Human relationships I build . New hope, new dreams and visions I give, I give and give and give until Their bellies hang. Perhaps afraid of dying   From gluttony They disppear. With the hope, the dreams and visions. I'm left to fall Not too far into the deep, Lest they need me again, But severed …

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My Affection

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 …

And Then I Met Joanne

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 …

Relentless

It came 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 …

South Africa’s Violent Protests

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 …

The Oldest Defense

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.

A Familiar Tale

“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 …

Rusting With the Wasteland

"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 …

Your Eyes

I have heard of your eyes They are empty orbs of Light How can I look into your eyes. When I know it'll be the end? Intangible, flashing And permanently blinding.

Some How

Chisel and  sparks They say they go together But how can it be? They are separated by their own nature  Paired together but not belonging to either one's world. It's like the body and the soul  Like that Your heart slips  Right down my fucking arm  You choke on the dirt You choke on it. …