PersonalWritings

        Bittersweet: The “For(e)-bidden” Fruit

        First post in a month! It’s been a while coming and it’s finally here. Warm breeze playing softly on the nape of your neck, you gaze up enthralled.There it is. What you have longed for for eons on end; finally within your grasp.You take in the expanse of it all. The red-golden-green colors silently inviting …

          Poetry/Prose: Dangerous Seduction

          When you first arrived in town, you’d asked, “Where are all the pretty lassies of this land?” Many names were delivered, but only two had stuck out: Avril and Soleil. “That Soleil is quite a feisty one, she is!” one guy said. “Pretty hot and tempting. No doubt, she’s definitely phat,” another added. “She would …

              The Water Chronicles: Calabash Tears (Part 2)

              [Haven’t read part 1? Do so here]“This is all your fault!”someone hissed.  Jostled from her reverie, Amsatou looked up in confusion. She glanced at her young cousin to her left, who stared blankly back at her. Realizing that it was her other cousin who had spoken, Amsatou sighed deeply and looked to her right.  Leila’s face …

                Poetry/Prose: Lyrics

                Another double (multiple?) entendre piece. Enjoy! — I’m in that mode again. You know, the one that only I can savor and others find irritating. I’m not trying to be anti-so[cial]. Far from it. I’m totally engrossed. In. YOU. Try as I might, I keep coming back to this place. If only to hear you …

                  Poetry/Prose – The Takeover

                  Pitch dark. Either way you look at it, that’s all it is. Black, dark, uninteresting, uninspired.You move your head to the right and you might as well stay in your initial position, nothing’s changed. How ever did you come upon the depths of the Mariana trench? Professor A. certainly wasn’t kidding when he said it …

                    Poetry/Prose: Back To When

                    To days when yes was yes, and no was no, and maybe made sense even when the month wasn’t May and there were no bees to be found. To the final run of teeth through school girl hair in anticipation of seven o’clock when cartoon network assumed its rightful place on GTV. To afternoons watching …

                      The Water Chronicles: Calabash Tears (Part 1)

                      [Something I’ve been working on. I intended to use it for something else, but I feel like I’d rather share it with you guys! Everything in it’s own time. Dedicated to YOWLI 08ers! Thoughts appreciated. Enjoy!!] — Amsatou detested it. Not the weight of the aluminum bucket on her head after it was filled, or …

                        Poetry/Prose: Novelty

                        Sweat trickling down her brow Skin pulsating as blood rushes through her veins Fluorescent light overhead; blinding, but all she can do is stare Somewhere in the distance, voices chattering “Is she okay?” “Breathe” “It won’t be long now” This is what death must feel like. Seconds later, in impressions of eternity The pain slashes …

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