Poetry/Prose

    Poetry/Prose: Dream Suspended

    Why have you deserted me? You mean why have you deserted you? No, I mean you abandoning me. I didn’t. You did. Why does this conversation sound so familiar? Because we’ve had it many times before.(See here) Honestly, I’ve lost count how many. So you see, you keep deserting me. Where’d you pick up such …

        Poetry/Prose: Quicksand

        An attempt at describing the indescribable experience of inspiration and poetry writing It is often said that the mystical happens at the crossroads between time and spaceWith its crescendo undulations of past, present and future, the beach is exactly thatWalking along the breadth of such on a lazy Sunday morning, you encounter the knownThe grainy …

            Poetry/Prose: A Million Falls

            If only for the euphoria of picking myself up.Of putting back the pieces and dusting off the past.If only for the chance of the faintest sliver of hope in the darkest of hours.To be able to say, “That was then. This is now.”For just the weightless air in my lungs, I’d risk a million falls. …

              Poetry/Prose: Somebody Tried To Walk Away With Alla My Stuff (Parody)

              Inspired by Ntozake Shange’s Somebody Almost Walked Off With Alla My Stuff in “For Colored Girls (Who Considered Suicide When the Rainbow Was Enough)”. See: http://africaknows.com/mu/blog/2010/01/destroyed-illegal-settlements-4/ Disclaimer: It’s meant to be a parody, so please, don’t take it too seriously lol. [Originally posted on Facebook on Nov. 8]— Somebody tried to walk away with alla …

                Poetry/Prose: Shape Shifters

                Inspired by the “harmonious” cohabitation of extreme poverty & opulent wealth and the people who cross that great divide They’re the ones who will be there to have a “good” time To rock the Prada, Armani and Luis Vuittons And when chanced with nii hao? They respond muy bien gracias, ca va bien and mangi …

                  Poetry/Prose: Atypical Love Affair

                  This is a piece that found me in the dead of night (3am). Originally typed it on my phone, and wonder of wonders, my screen froze and I lost the original. I have tried my best to recapture what I remember of the original piece, although, knowing what that one was, I doubt this comes …

                        Poetry/Prose – Paralysis: Mannequin on Fashion Ave.

                         Inspired by a condominium of thoughts, and stylistically influenced by my interpretation of Regina Spektor’s “Eet” They call it an outer body experience. And they’re right, that’s exactly what it is. It’s like floating out in the universe, and watching the earth chug along on its axis. Like planning a speech to the very last …

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