Let someone tell me, how best they could be burst, these banks of rubbish, where every penny vanishes, where the age-long bounty plunges into the abyss of the filthy pit. Let me with words Pouring out of my pen decipher the code, leading to the vault and break open, our luxuries, our bounties, our freedom, […]
Poetry – Bloated Tummies
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Short Story – Making Common Sense
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Coming from a family where you have a father that is strict who wants his own will to always prevail over yours can be very contending and annoying I can understand that you don’t like what your parents do to you, maybe they get to check on you often, disturbing you with calls or even […]
Poetry – Cycle
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The woman tills the ground And the baby on her back Tethered, a boat to shore, safe, Dreaming of eating, The greening of teeth. The climbing of trees, Catching butterflies newly hatched, Winging into the sun drenched afternoon, Perching on mangoes yellowing, falling off. Unasked for bounties To sup a conference of earthworms And that […]
Poetry – Pole Dancing For Maturity
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I stand before you naked. Uneasy as I slowly slip of my ambitions to see the delight of prejudice on your face. A peel of the skin of dreams I once wore In exchange for your overcoat of sadness and depression, The ink covered paper of my goals much like my innocence is creased too, […]
Short Story – The Struggle Of An African Child
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It does not give an African child joy when he sees how poverty has robbed him of his future. An African child wants to be like all others; he wants freedom and wants to express his feelings. An African child is not afraid to speak his mind. An African child wants food, shelter and good […]
Poetry – The Uncertain Metro
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I listen. As the continuous gentle hums and chugs of the locomotor begin to become a sweet, sonorous symphony in my ear. I watch. As the emptiness outside my window escapes my eyesight and returns, going and coming simultaneously. I remember. My years as they came and went continuously and as the things I once […]
Short Story – Shards Innocentiae
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The white tiled floor was beautiful. As the sparkling scarlet sea slowly but steadily expanded its reach with innocent intent. Much like a baby finally enjoying the liberation of walking. It was strangely satisfying, as I watched it make its way to encroach on more white stainless squares. I close my eyes and feel relief. […]