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HeartBreak Forty Seven.
18
Oct
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A STUMBLE IN THE DARK
12
Oct
If it is love, I will feel it from the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes. And if it is anxiety, I will hold me hostage to its false preachings of my unworthiness.
WAKE UP AND SMELL THE CHEER
04
Oct
I know you are awaiting that period too when you leave the house for bread in the morning, only to return three days later, with no bread, (probably no money as well) but with a host of memories
Mr. Smith
15
Sep
Should my writing ever grow up, I would like to write about Mr. Smith.
I had always thought he was good looking. Handsome, too pedestrian a word to describe him. He was charming, interesting and amiable with a smile...
Rubik’s Cube
11
Sep
A sip from my coffee, 'Huff! huff!' Too hot. I rush for a napkin to save my mouth from the hell I'd dunked myself in, As I do so, I elbow the coffee cup making its contents spill all over the...
How the Infamous yellow has become the ubiquitous colour in the fashion industry
06
Sep
While we may all be in a relationship with black…sometimes a little pop of colour can go a long way.
Life as we know it
It has been a few days, weeks, years of a writers block. Okay I'm exaggerating. Just a few months. Isn't it weird how all writers have some sort of writers block? Isn't this supposed to be...
Playing Possum
25
Aug
“I wish I could paint my heart black, because my life is dull and has no meaning. I wish I could have the strength to puncture my heart and deflate the life out of it. I wish I could view the sunset from the cemetery, and lay a wreath of flowers with black-coloured petals on my grave.”
I spoke to the devil last night, he said I would find heaven soon
17
Aug
m always alone, but I’m never lonely. Suicidal thoughts keep me company and death always shadows me. And so I stand here at the station alone, waiting for my train to hell.
A Tale Of Sorrow
17
Aug
Lets talk about life, we are at a stage in life where humanity has lost meaning. People are no longer defined by values or morals, but rather emotions forgetting it takes more to be human. It is in this times that murder...
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